Drowning in my Step Son

Chapter 2

Liliana’s heart pounded wildly against her ribs. She and Sebastian sprang to their feet from the rug, naked and slick with sweat. Theodore’s heavy footsteps began to echo in the hallway approaching their location.

“Quick!” Sebastian whispered, pushing a robe towards her. He quickly pulled on his pants while Liliana fumbled to get her sweater over her head, her bra left discarded on the floor in her haste. Her fingers trembled as she ran them through her hair, and the lingering smell of their recent s*x still hung thick around the fireplace.

The living room door swung inward.

Theodore stood in the entryway, his gaze narrowed suspiciously. “What is all of this? You two look flushed.” His voice was frigid and laced with doubt.

Liliana offered a trembling smile. “Oh, we were just discussing business. It got very hot in here with the fire on.” Her voice seemed faint to her own ears, and a wave of guilt washed over her; here she was, fresh from Theodore’s son’s bed, having been given everything by the man before her.

Sebastian immediately stepped forward, his jaw tight. “Yes, Father. Liliana was giving me some… advice.” He met her eyes for a fleeting moment, a spark of heated fear burning in his.

Theodore observed them for a long moment before nodding his head slowly. “Dinner is in thirty minutes. Don’t be late.” He turned and left the room, and though the door had closed, the atmosphere in the room remained thick with his disapproval. She felt his suspicion like a looming storm.

The moment the door clicked shut, Sebastian pulled her against him. “That was too close.” His voice was thick with desire. “But I can’t get enough of you.”

Liliana pushed away slightly, torn between exhilaration and fear. “We almost got caught! Theodore is your father, and I’m your stepmother. This is insane and wrong!” Tears began to well up in her eyes; although she hated Theodore, the fear of him finding out was overwhelming, but her body still craved Sebastian and the feeling of power he instilled in her.

“I know it’s wrong.” His hands found their way to the small of her back, tracing circles on her skin. “But I don’t care. I've resented him for ignoring me for so many years. Now I want everything he has. I want you.” His voice was low and dangerous, filled with both love and anger, pulling them closer together and creating an emotional hurricane within Liliana. She knew that they should stop, but the thrill of danger only fueled her longing for Sebastian.

There was little time. He crushed his mouth against hers, pressing her against the wall beside the fireplace. There was no gentleness this time; he ripped her sweater off, his hands clamping around her breasts and squeezing firmly. Liliana gasped as her n*****s hardened under his touch.

“Sebastian… we can’t.” She whispered, her legs yielding.

He didn’t listen, spun her around and bent her over the table once more. He pulled up her skirt and ripped down her panties with a swift, violent motion. He was already hard and throbbing. He thrust deep inside her from behind without warning, biting her lip to keep from crying out. He pumped into her, his hips slamming into her rear end.

“f**k, you’re wet for me.” He growled, pulling back her hair. His s*x was driven into her fiercely and rapidly, her every thrust bringing a surge of intense pleasure. Liliana clung to the table, pushing against him as she followed his every stroke. He brought one hand around to cup and rub her c**t, her pleasure intensifying with each furtive stroke of his finger. Sweat dripped from their bodies as he continued to plunge deeper into her.

“Yes… harder.” She moaned, consumed by the moment. Sebastian groaned and thrust into her until her walls constricted around him. For those few heated seconds, the fear and guilt were gone, replaced by pure sensation.

There was barely time to put on their clothes again before the dinner bell rang. Liliana’s knees were weak as she walked into the dining room, Theodore already at the head of the table. His eyes followed their movements.

The dinner itself was unbearably tense. Theodore spoke of his recent changes to his will and a young woman he was interested in; her stomach churned with jealousy and fear. Sebastian’s foot brushed hers under the table, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

Later that night, after Theodore retreated to his study, Liliana slipped into Sebastian’s bedroom. They spoke in hushed tones about his father’s plan to disinherit them both. “We have to stop this,” he said. “Together.”

But as they kissed, a small creak echoed in the hallway. The door to Sebastian's bedroom had been cracked open. Someone was watching.