Todos os capítulos de HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

MICHELA; “The covered eye is simply me refusing to see the past… The hurt… The betrayal… Everything that had ever broken me,” Miles answered, breathing the last words against my tingling lips. “Really?” I muttered. “Really,” he replied, tilting my chin up, and kissed me again, taking in my lips in one hungry suck. The kiss deepened. One hand resting on my butt, the other pulling me in from the nape of my neck. His tongue slid against mine, slowly and deliberately. I tasted the faint mint of his breath and the heat underneath. My hands slid up his chest, fingers spreading over the tattoo, feeling the raised lines of ink under warm skin. He groaned into my mouth, but the smacking sound of our lips drowned that completely. He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against my lips. “You keep touching me like that and the boxes can wait until morning.” “Maybe I want them to wait.” I smiled against his mouth and let my nails scrape lightly over the wolf’s covered eye. H

MICHELA;I spread my legs wider and leaned back against the couch. My thighs were open toward him. One hand stayed on my breasts, pressing them together so my sore nipples rubbed against my arm. That little bit of pain felt good. My other hand went down between my legs. The panties were already a mess… soaked all the way through. I could feel the wetness on my thighs.My fingers found my clit through the wet fabric. The second I touched it, it jumped under my finger. I started rubbing slow circles. Miles stood in front of me, tall, just watching. His shadow stretched long on the wall behind him. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at where my hand was moving.He made a low sound in his throat, almost a growl.I opened my legs even more so he could see better. Then he grabbed his shirt and tore it open. A few buttons went flying. He threw the shirt on the armchair, his chest was already shiny with a little sweat. His eyes looked darker than usual as he watched me.I kept r

MICHELA; “Oh! See that?” I purred, spinning on the rug, one elbow on the bed as I lifted the glass of wine to my lips again. “What?” Miles breathed, circling the rim of his glass with a finger. He looked like he was still processing the Tracey scenario. And honestly, that was the last thing I wanted for him right now. “The rain,” I answered. “It's about to come down now.” “Yeah,” he responded. Meeting my eyes for a second, he managed a smile. His eyes looked dim, he had drunk enough… Me too. I was barely in control of my head now. The lightning grew stronger, followed by the rain hitting the roof and windows in a steady roar. Inside the bedroom the light was low. We sat on the rug with our backs against the bed, the wine bottle between us almost empty. The anger I had felt toward Tracey earlier had settled into something quieter. Miles had one arm resting on his knee, his glass hanging from his fingers. He stared at the floor for a few seconds before he spoke. “I shoul

MICHELA; I had no idea what I had done. But the number of eyes on me as I walked down the walkway for the first class that morning, was enough to worry my mind. When Miles dropped me off, I asked him to stop at the gate instead of driving all the way in. I wanted coffee from the small kiosk just outside the entrance so I wouldn’t have to stand in the long canteen line before class. He didn’t argue. He paid for two cups, grabbed one for himself, and kissed the back of my hand quickly before driving off. I walked through the school gates with the paper cup in one hand and one of my new bags on my shoulder. It was a cold morning, so cold that I had thrown on a shiny black leather jacket over a white tank top and high-waisted black jeans. My low boots clicked against the wet pavement as I walked. My hair moved loosely behind me. I could feel more eyes on me than the previous day, but I tried not to overthink it. I looked different. Even I had stared at myself longer than usual in

MICHELA;“Fall back in line or watch your stepfather lose the only thing he has.”That line kept burning behind my eyes even as Jemy pulled me through to the canteen. My fingers kept twisting the straw in my cup, bending it one way and then the other with my drink untouched. My mind wouldn’t stay still. Nathan suspected I was seeing someone. He had asked who the man was. My throat tightened at the memory. I thought about Miles, he was the man I was seeing. The man I couldn’t get out of my head. How would Nathan react if he ever figured out it was my stepfather? I was having an affair with my stepfather. The word “affair” burned behind my throat and made my stomach turn. That wasn’t the right word. Calling it that felt like an… insult. What I felt for Miles had grown past lust. It had become love. He was turning into the person I couldn’t imagine my days without. Just thinking about him made my body react… a slow heat rising between my legs, my nipples tightening against my bra e