Sinfully Yours StepDaddy

Chapter5

Morning light spilled across the kitchen table like nothing had changed.

Aria’s mother moved around the stove in a soft robe, humming under her breath while she made pancakes. Dominic sat at the island with his coffee, scrolling through emails on his phone. Aria kept her eyes on her plate and tried not to look at either of them.

Every ordinary sound felt too loud. The scrape of a spatula. The quiet clink of a mug. The soft brush of Dominic’s knee against hers under the table when he shifted. She froze. He didn’t move away immediately. When he finally did, the loss of contact left her skin tingling.

“I thought we could all go out for lunch later,” her mother said, setting a plate in front of Aria. “There’s that new place by the waterfront.”

“Sounds good,” Dominic answered. His voice was calm. Only Aria noticed the tight line of his mouth.

She nodded and forced a bite of pancake. It tasted like nothing.

The morning dragged. Her mother stayed close, chatting about work, asking questions, filling the house with her presence. Dominic found reasons to stay in the same rooms. Aria felt him watching her whenever her mother’s back was turned. The weight of his gaze made it hard to breathe normally.

Around noon her mother stretched and yawned.

“Jet lag is hitting harder than I expected. I’m going to take a long bath and lie down for a while. You two entertain yourselves.”

She kissed Dominic’s cheek, squeezed Aria’s shoulder, and disappeared upstairs. The sound of the bathroom door closing was followed by the rush of running water.

Dominic waited thirty seconds. Then he stood, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and listened. When he turned back, his eyes were dark.

“Upstairs,” he said quietly. “My study. Now.”

Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. She followed him down the hall. The second the study door clicked shut behind them he had her backed against it, mouth on hers, one hand already under her shirt.

The kiss was rough and desperate. He tasted like coffee and restraint finally breaking. His hands shoved her shorts down her hips. She kicked them away and reached for his belt with shaking fingers.

“We have to be quiet,” he muttered against her neck. “She could come out any second.”

“I know.”

He spun her around and bent her over the edge of his desk. Papers scattered. She heard the sound of his zipper, then felt the thick head of his c**k sliding through her wetness. He didn’t tease. He pushed in slow and deep in one long thrust until he was buried to the hilt.

Aria bit down on her own arm to stay silent. The stretch burned in the best way. He was bigger than she had imagined, thick and hot and relentless as he started to move.

“f**k,” he breathed against her ear. “You feel even better than I thought you would.”

He f****d her in deep, controlled strokes, one hand wrapped around her hip, the other covering her mouth when soft sounds still escaped. The desk creaked under them. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. She could hear the shower still running upstairs. The knowledge that her mother was only a floor away made every sensation sharper.

Dominic reached around and rubbed her c**t in tight circles. “Come on my c**k,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Do it now.”

She shattered with a muffled cry, walls clamping down around him. He followed a few strokes later, burying himself deep and pulsing inside her with a quiet, broken groan.

For a moment they stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly. She felt the warm slide of his c*m down her thigh.

He turned her to face him. His expression was wrecked and intense.

“This doesn’t leave this room,” he said.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

He cleaned her gently with tissues from the desk, helped her back into her shorts, and smoothed her hair like he could erase what they had just done. The shower upstairs shut off.

Dominic stepped back and opened the study door like nothing had happened.

“Go,” he said quietly. “Before she comes down.”

Aria slipped into the hallway on unsteady legs. She made it to the living room just as her mother’s footsteps started down the stairs.

Her mother appeared at the bottom, hair wrapped in a towel, smiling.

“That bath was exactly what I needed. What have you two been up to?”

Aria felt Dominic’s c*m still warm between her thighs. She forced a small smile and hoped her voice sounded normal.

“Nothing much,” she said. “Just talking.”

Dominic stood in the study doorway behind her mother, eyes locked on Aria over her shoulder. The look he gave her was pure possession and pure warning at the same time.

Her mother’s phone rang on the kitchen counter. She turned to answer it, still smiling, completely unaware.

Aria stayed frozen in place, pulse racing, the secret of what they had just done already burning under her skin.