Sinfully Yours StepDaddy

Chapter 2

Sienna did not lock her door.

She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the soft glow of the hallway light leaking under the wood. Her heart would not slow down. Every time she closed her eyes she felt his mouth on hers again, the rough way he had kissed her, the heat of his body pinning her to the door. The words he had spoken still burned in her ears.

If you leave it open, I will come in. And I will not be gentle.

She had left it open on purpose.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The house stayed quiet. Her mother’s soft breathing could be heard faintly from the master bedroom down the hall. Sienna shifted under the covers, thighs pressing together against the ache that would not leave. She was already wet. She had been since he kissed her.

A soft sound came from the hallway.

The door to her room opened without a sound.

Roman stepped inside and closed it behind him. He did not turn on the light. Moonlight through the thin curtains was enough. He stood there for a moment, tall and still, watching her.

“You didn’t lock it,” he said, voice low.

Sienna pushed herself up on her elbows. “No.”

He walked to the side of the bed. The mattress dipped when he sat. One of his hands came to rest on her bare thigh, warm and heavy through the thin sheet. His thumb stroked once, slow.

“You know what that means.”

“Yes.”

Roman pulled the sheet down. The cool air touched her skin. She was still in the same sleep shirt, the hem riding high on her hips. His eyes moved over her body in the dark, taking their time. When his hand slid higher, pushing the fabric up, she did not stop him.

“Spread your legs for me.”

The quiet command made her stomach tighten. Sienna obeyed. His fingers brushed over the front of her panties, feeling how wet she already was. A low sound left his throat.

“f**k,” he murmured. “You’ve been like this since I left you?”

She nodded, too breathless to speak.

Roman hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. He tossed them aside without looking. Then he settled between her thighs, one hand pressing her knee wider, the other sliding up to cup her bare s*x. Two thick fingers stroked through her folds, slow and deliberate, gathering the wetness there.

“So ready for me already,” he said. “My dirty little princess.”

Sienna’s hips lifted toward his hand without permission. He pushed one finger inside her, then a second, stretching her carefully. The wet sound filled the quiet room. He curled them, finding the spot that made her bite her lip hard to stay silent.

“Quiet,” he warned, voice rough. “Your mother is right down the hall.”

He worked her slowly at first, then deeper, thumb circling her c**t in the same rhythm. Sienna’s hands fisted in the sheets. Pleasure built fast and sharp. When she started to shake, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his free hand, muffling the soft broken sounds she could not hold back.

She came hard around his fingers, body arching, thighs trembling against his shoulders. He kept moving through it, dragging every last pulse out of her until she was limp and breathing hard against his palm.

Only then did he pull his fingers free. He brought them to her mouth.

“Taste.”

Sienna opened for him. He slid the slick fingers past her lips and she sucked them clean, eyes locked on his in the dark. Something fierce moved across his face.

Roman stood and unbuckled his belt. The sound of the zipper was loud in the silence. He freed himself, thick and hard, and stroked once from base to tip. Then he climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs again.

“Last chance,” he said, voice strained. “Tell me to stop.”

Sienna reached for him instead. “Don’t stop.”

He pushed the head of his c**k against her entrance and sank in with one slow, controlled thrust. The stretch burned in the best way. Sienna’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Roman buried his face against her neck, breathing hard, holding still while she adjusted around him.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he whispered against her skin. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

He started to move. Deep, steady strokes that made the bed frame creak softly. One of his hands pinned her wrists above her head. The other gripped her hip, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Every thrust forced a soft sound from her throat that he swallowed with a kiss.

They stayed quiet. They had to. The risk of her mother waking made everything sharper, hotter. Sweat gathered between their bodies. Sienna wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Roman’s rhythm grew harder, more urgent.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She did. His eyes were dark and hungry, locked on hers as he f****d her. The intensity of it made her come again, sudden and strong, walls clenching around him. Roman’s control broke. He drove into her harder, burying himself to the hilt as he followed her over the edge with a low, gritted groan against her mouth.

For a long moment neither of them moved. Their breathing filled the room. Roman stayed inside her, forehead pressed to hers, still half-hard.

Eventually he pulled out carefully. He cleaned them both with quiet efficiency, then pulled her sleep shirt back down. He did not leave right away. He lay beside her in the dark, one heavy arm across her waist, thumb stroking slow circles on her skin.

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

“I know.”

“If your mother finds out—”

“She won’t.”

Roman turned her face toward him. His expression was serious, almost harsh. “I’m not a good man for wanting this. For taking it.”

Sienna touched his jaw. “I wanted it too.”

He kissed her once more, slower this time, then rose from the bed. He dressed in the dark without another word. At the door he paused and looked back at her.

“Leave it unlocked again tomorrow night,” he said.

Then he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.

Sienna lay still, body aching in the best way, the scent of him still on her skin. She knew she should feel guilty. She knew this was wrong in every way that mattered.

Instead she only felt the slow, dangerous pull of wanting more.

Outside her door the house stayed quiet.

But nothing felt quiet anymore.