HUNTED BY MY STEPFATHER'S BILLIONAIRE BASTARD SON

Chapter 1: One reckless decision: three consequences

Evangeline

"Are you a night owl like me?" The voice startled me, and I turned, coming face to face with the sight of Gavin, shirtless. A smirk playing on those thin lips that I had watched kiss my mom at the altar six months ago.

Anger and rage erupted through my veins, and I tried to tamp it down. My mom's betrayal was not Gavin's fault.

"Not a night owl, but I've been restless," I forced out the words as I swirled my spoon in the bowl of cereal I had just poured.

Alcohol would have been a much better choice, but there was none in the cabinet, and I wasn't about to go snooping around the wine cellar.

"Well, sleep doesn't come easy for me, and I'm most productive in the early hours of morning." Gavin said conversationally, leaning one hip against the kitchen door.

I managed a shrug at his words, wondering why he was making small talk with me at 4am in the morning.

He was supposed to be in bed with my mom, the woman who had taken everything from me.

Pain rolled through my veins again at the memory of Luke's grief-stricken expression and the pain that hollowed out his features at the realization that my mom—the mother of the woman he loved—had completely ruined his life.

How could she do that to me? Look me in the eyes and thwart the only thing that brought me happiness.

"You know what? I think I've got a bottle of wine that will do us both good."

Gavin's words pushed through my thoughts, and I looked up at him and then down at the untouched bowl of cereal.

Was Gavin really proposing that I have a drink with him at 4am? Was that an appropriate thing a stepfather could do with their stepdaughter?

But what harm would it cause? Mother had already destroyed the one thing that mattered most to me. I no longer cared about what she considered appropriate.

"You know what?" I said, dropping the uneaten bowl of cereal into the sink. A bottle of wine sounds great.

Gavin's grin was wolfish. "Then come on out, let's not waste the night."

I followed up the stairs and into his private study, where he pulled out an expensive-looking bottle of wine from an extravagant-looking wine bar and popped it open. Pouring the drink into two crystal-clear wine glasses.

As soon as he handed one of the glasses to me, I chugged down the whole thing and stretched out the empty glass in a silent request for another.

"Whoa," Gavin muttered as he refilled the glass. "That was fast." He sounded impressed instead of worried.

I emptied the second glass and stretched the empty glass towards him again, desperate to drown out the memories of Luke's pain and my mother's unforgivable action.

This time, his look of astonishment was mixed with curiosity.

"I didn't know you were that thirsty." His tone was flirty now, and I didn't miss the way his eyes flickered towards my chest, lingering on the hard knots my n*****s had formed, pressing hard against the thin, flimsy material of my nightgown.

The alcohol had completely snaked through my system. My head was already beginning to swim.

"I just needed something strong. And I'm glad you came to the rescue."

Was that really my own voice? Low and throaty? Was I really flirting back with my stepfather?

"I like a woman who's never afraid to swing it from time to time." Gavin murmured, stepping towards me.

My heart thundered in my ears as my mind and body reached the same conclusion.

My stepfather wanted me.

I looked up and into the brown, lustful eyes of Gavin, and a thought so foul and devilish slid through my mind.

Why not take something precious from my mother, like she had to me? Why not do something that would cause her the same copious amount of pain that her actions did me?

Without giving much thought to the reckless decision I was just about to make, I closed the distance between Gavin and me and slid my fingers against his bare chest.

I parted my mouth and slowly slid my tongue across my bottom lip.

"I like men who talk less and take action more."

Gavin's eyes widened slightly, like he couldn't believe how lucky he was about to get. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me flush against him, as if afraid I'd suddenly change my mind.

With my mom's cruelty and the alcohol that had knocked out common sense, that wasn't going to happen.

"f**k, Evangeline. I've wanted you since the second your mother introduced us."

He was panting now, and I realized my own mouth hung open and my eyes remained closed as I waited for Gavin to ravage my body.

His hands predictably moved over my body a second later, hurried...desperate. Fingers pinching my n*****s hard enough to elicit a soft gasp.

"Yes," Gavin grunted as he lowered his head, lips moving towards mine, but I turned my head a fraction, welcoming his kiss on my cheek.

This wasn't a lover's tryst.

When our eyes met again, I saw disappointment in the depths of his, and so I moved my hands over his bare chest, curling my fingers around his n*****s and returning the favor he'd bestowed on my tit minutes ago.

His groan was low, dirty, and gritty.

I watched my own fingers, as if they belonged to someone else, and then slowly, I allowed them to travel towards Gavin's neck and to his stubbled chin.

Brown eyes, filled with overflowing desire, locked on mine, and I allowed my lips to stretch into a slow, seductive smile.

"I want you to f**k me, Gavin. If you've wanted me for as long as you claim, then take me right here, right now."

The voice was mine, but the words didn't feel like they'd come out of my own mouth. Because even in my alcohol-induced state, the voice of reason continued nagging at me.

I was well aware of what was right and wrong, but so was my mother. If she could look me in the eyes while destroying me and claim it was what was best for me, then I could do the same to her without blinking.

I pushed against Gavin's chest until his legs hit the chair that lined his desk. It wasn't hard to get the hint. He settled on the chair and looked in at me expectantly, eagerly. A smarmy smile eating up his features.

"Oh, I love my woman in control." Gavin grinned up at me. I couldn't bring myself to smile back. Instead, I slowly straddled him, allowing my hips to roll against the bulge that was pressed against the center of my heat.

"So, what will it take for you to f**k me, daddy? Do I need to count to ten? Say pretty please?"

The swollen bulge that met my soft heat was now harder than a rock.

"Oh, Evangeline." Gavin wrenched out, eyes wild with lust. "You're one feisty little beast! And I am going to have the time of my life with you."