All Chapters of I Am My Step Daddy's Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~KatyaI stepped out, water dripping from my wet hair onto the floor, carrying a hand towel in my grip.Before I could even reach the bed, my bedroom door pushed open without a single knock.Niklaus stepped into the room holding a suit draped over his arm. The second his eyes landed on me, he stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw tightening as he turned his back completely to face the doorframe."Oh, goddamn," he muttered, his voice tight and rough. "Grab a cloth, please."I frowned, a sharp surge of annoyance hitting me instantly. I snatched a large bath towel off the rack behind me, wrapping it tightly around my chest and tucking the edge above my bust."Stop saying it like I intentionally planned this," I snapped, brushing a damp strand of hair off my shoulder. "You're the one who came into my room without knocking!""I have the key to every room in this estate, Katya," he said without turning around, his shoulders broad and rigid against the light of the hallway. "Knocking is a cour

~NiklausThe door shut with a final, echoing click, sealing her inside.I stood in the dimly lit hallway, my hand still resting on the cold handle. My knuckles were white, my grip so tight the metal dug painfully into my palm.Inside the room, the raw, furious venom in her voice still hung in the air. I hate you, Niklaus.I closed my eyes, letting out a slow, ragged breath through my nose. Every single instinct screamed at me to turn the handle, step back inside, and lock the door behind me. I wanted to pin her against the mattress until that defiance melted into something entirely unravellable, until she forgot every single lesson in restraint she had ever tried to teach herself.When she had stood on her tiptoes, eyes closed, offering her mouth to mine... the force of the urge to crush her against me had almost broken my jaw from clenching it so hard. Pulling away had taken every last drop of willpower I possessed.My pulse hammered against my ribs, heavy and erratic, a rare, inf

~katyaI pulled back, staring at him, “You're crossing the lines you set, Niklaus.”His mouth crashed back onto mine the second the words left my lips like he didn't care, the kiss turning brutal, hungry, nothing like the soft brushes from a moment ago. His teeth caught my lower lip and bit down hard enough to draw a sharp cry from me. I tasted blood and him and the desperate edge of everything we’d been holding back.His hands were already on my clothes. He didn’t bother with patience. The oversized hoodie was yanked over my head in one violent motion, the fabric catching on my elbows before he tore it free and flung it aside. My sports bra followed, the thin material ripping under his fingers. Cold air hit my bare skin and I gasped, only for the sound to turn into a broken moan when his mouth latched onto the side of my neck.He bit down. Hard. Not a teasing nip, an open mouthed claim that made my knees buckle. I cried out, the sound echoing off the bookshelves, my fingers digging

~KatyaI groaned, stretching my arms above my head as I yawned and slowly blinked the sleep out of my eyes. The morning sunlight was streaming through the high hostel window, piercing straight into my skull with a throbbing, relentless ache.My gaze drifted across the room and landed on Katya, who was sitting casually at her desk, perfectly poised as she typed away on her laptop.Then, like a wave of cold water, the foggy memories of earlier came rushing back into my head.The alcohol. The hallway. The bitter insults.“Is it because your rich step dad refuses to fuck you, right?”My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. Horror, mortification, and shame hit me all at once."Oh God!" I screamed, slapping both hands over my face and shutting my eyes tight, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...""Relax, Kimberley," Katya said smoothly, not even bothering to look up from her screen as her fingers kept clicking away at the keyboard. "It's nothing t

~KimberlyI pulled myself off the cold floor, my legs still trembling beneath me as I gathered my purse and the torn remnants of my blouse.The house was still dead quiet, save for the faint sound of my own ragged breathing echoing down the hallway.I hurried into the downstairs guest bathroom, locking the door behind me. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection, my hair was a wild mess, my skin flushed, and my throat flushed red where his fingers had gripped. I turned on the faucet, using warm water and soap to scrub away the scent of his cologne, the sticky mess across my skin, and every trace of what had just happened.I threw my ruined blouse straight into the trash, pulled a spare oversized hoodie out of my bag, and zipped it up to my chin. After adjusting my hair and checking my face one last time, I slipped out the back door and hailed a cab straight back to campus.The entire ride back, my heart was still racing, a giddy, half terrified rush humming throug