All Chapters of On Your Knees, Stepsister: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KAELINI didn't want to let her go. Having Lylah naked, with my palm imprints on her arse cheeks made me almost lose it. I wanted to fuck her right on that table, taking my pleasure while making her scream. Seeing her face wet with tears turned me so fucking on that I had to hold back, knowing I would lose control. She was still a virgin; I know. I had kept tabs on her since I knew what my feelings for her were, and scared off any who had an interest in her. Her first time needed to be something she could look back on, and smile, not shiver from fear. After that, I can do whatever the hell I wish to do with her body. She would be open for me, breached by my cock, the only organ that would ever get inside of her pussy. I will make sure of that. I reached for my phone and got up from my chair so I could follow her. I dialled a number, combed my hair with my fingers and hurried after her, with my phone placed on my ear, waiting for the damned motherfucker to pick up. He did. On the se

He didn't touch me where I ached the most, but was too ashamed to voice. I felt his hand on my back, before he moved up to my shoulders, then my neck. I gasped when he squeezed it, my stomach tightening despite the slight pain in my neck.“You like this, don't you?” He whispered, his voice more soothing than I'd heard it, like he was whispering to a child he wanted to put to bed. I didn't respond. Instead, I bit my inner cheeks when I felt them heating from his words. I'd forgotten how a woman's body responded. The wetness he could see. I clenched my butt when I felt his hands glide down, but then. Fingers dug into my skin, hands caressed each lobe until it seemed like I was on another plane. He massaged the place his palms had made an imprint, the touch so soothing I almost moaned aloud at the feel of him caressing the lobes so gently like I was glass. His right palm went lower, hovering over my sex, right at the spot I was aching the most. I tried to move towards the hand, needi

I stared long at her, at the non-repentant expression on her face. "Do you think that's what I do? Kill people and waste blood?""Isn't that right? Is there anything else you do?" She shot back, still with one foot outside, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Now that she had gotten dressed, she wouldn't think twice about dashing for cover if I dared take a step towards her. "Let's have dinner tonight," I said instead, realising I had to call an end to the argument else I would have to spend hours getting her to believe I don't drink blood. "Why?""Because I want to.""But I don't.""You do.""I don't. Listen, Kielan, I have a life outside of whatever contract you had me sign. You can't expect me to put everything on hold for you. You told me we would have dinner tomorrow, not tonight. I have somewhere to be." "Lylah —""Bye." Waving with a mischievous smile on her face, she slipped off, her footsteps loud as she made for the front door. I didn't chase after her, knew I w

LYLAHFuck Kaelin and his plans to screw me over! I gritted my teeth in annoyance, weaving my way through the dance floor and glaring at the men who tried to cup a feel.“Fuck you!” I mouthed, my mood dwindling the nearer I got to the bar. It took all my willpower not to stamp my heels on the last motherfucker's foot, but I held back, to avoid getting thrown out a few seconds after being let in.For the first time since I became an adult, I was allowed into a bar aside from mine. I couldn't even tell what I did wrong, but no bar ever let me in after seeing my ID. It was as if they all had a vendetta against me, one I couldn't even understand. I had never been on anyone's bad side… Aside from Kaelin, that is. Thinking of Kaelin, my mood got sour once more. He wasn't worth thinking over, not after everything he had done. I slid onto the only empty stool and signalled for the ginger bartender, whose smiles alone would have made me weak if not for the thoughts swirling in my mind like

My steps were measured, my heart beating loudly in my chest the nearer I got to my room. I knew what awaited me wasn't something I would enjoy, not with the way he looked at me before he left the car. I stopped in front of the door and drew a breath before I closed my palm around the handle and turned it, pushing the door open. I stepped in and closed the door before I looked up, all the blood draining from my face at the transformation. My room, the one I spent my years in, wasn't as innocent as it was back then, pink bed covers, golden curtains, brown tiles and pink teddies on the bed. It felt like I got transported to a place different from the one I knew. The bright colours had all been changed. Everything was now made of freaking black! Gulping, I went further, my eyes taking everything else in as cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I wasn't naïve enough not to know what most of the things on the bed were used for. The toys weren't the normal ones a sane person would have in