Semua Bab Desired By My StepDad and His Son: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Sienna stood by the buffet table, her hand trembling slightly as she held a flute of prosecco. She was wearing a floor-length, emerald green silk gown that clung to her body like a second skin. It was backless, dipping dangerously low, and beneath the shimmering fabric, she was as bare as the day she was born. The "no underwear" rule had become her constant companion, a secret weight that anchored her to the floor while making her feel as though she were floating. Every brush of the silk against her clit, every cool draft that drifted up the hem of her dress, was a reminder of who she belonged to. "You look absolutely radiant, Sienna," Elena said, gliding over to her daughter. Elena was in her element, her smile practiced and perfect. "The emerald brings out the light in your eyes. I'm so glad you decided to help me host tonight." "Thank you, Mom," Sienna whispered, her voice sounding distant. "You seem a bit distracted, darling. Is everything alright? You're barely drinking you

Chapter 1: The Breaking Point Silas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the grey skyline of the city blurring into a haze of morning smog. He held a ceramic mug, the heat seeping into his palms. The silence of the penthouse usually offered him peace, but today, the air felt electric, charged with a frequency he had spent months trying to ignore. The click-clack of heels echoed against the marble floor. "Coffee smells great," Elena said. Silas did not turn immediately. He closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath. When he finally looked, he felt the familiar tightening in his chest. She wore a white ribbed crop top that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, the material stretched so tight it looked ready to snap. Below, a black mini-skirt barely grazed the tops of her thighs, leaving very little to the imagination. "Go change, Elena," Silas said. She laughed, a light, melodic sound that grated against his nerves. She stepp

He stepped back for a second, unbuckling his belt. The leather snapped with a loud *clack*. He dropped his trousers, revealing his hardness, thick and pulsing. Elena’s gaze dropped, her pupils dilating. She let out a muffled, eager sound through the gag."You wanted my attention, Elena. Now you have all of it."He stepped back into her, gripping her hips and lifting her slightly so she was perfectly aligned. He didn't slide in slowly. He drove into her in one powerful, deep thrust."MMPH!" Elena’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching her to her limit. She gripped his biceps, her nails digging into his skin.Silas groaned, the feeling of her tight, wet walls clamping around him almost breaking his own resolve. He began to move, his pace steady and demanding. Each thrust hit her cervix, sending jolts of electricity through her entire frame.*Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.*The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the small room, mixing with the r

Dominic hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her a few steps, the friction of her bare skin against his trousers sending jolts of electricity through his spine. He slammed her back against the marble island, the cold stone a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between them."Ah!" Lila gasped, her head hitting the surface softly.Dominic didn't let up. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Do you like this, Lila? Do you like being pinned down?""Yes... oh god, yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Mmm, more... please, Dominic, more."He moved lower, his mouth finding the slope of her breast. He captured one peaking nipple between his lips, sucking hard."Nngh!" Lila arched her back, her chest heaving. "Right there... yes!""You've been flaunting these for weeks," Dominic muttered against her skin, his voice thick. "Did you think I didn't notice? Did you think I wasn't i

The weeks that followed were a blur of stolen moments and hidden passions. The penthouse, once a place of sterile silence and awkward tension, became a playground of sensory exploration.Dominic and Lila developed a secret language. A certain look across the dinner table, a lingering touch in the hallway, a specific way Lila would hum while she was studying in the living room—all of it were signals.One Tuesday afternoon, Dominic was in his home office, reviewing contracts for a new urban development project. The door creaked open, and Lila slipped inside. She was wearing a school skirt and a white blouse, but she had forgotten her undershirt, and the thin fabric left little to the imagination."I'm struggling with my history essay," she said, leaning over his desk.Dominic didn't look up from his monitor. "Is that so? Which part is giving you trouble?""The part about the French Revolution," she whispered, her hand sliding across the mahogany desk toward his arm. "The part about the