On Your Knees, Stepsister

Do you know what happens to bad pets?

KAELIN

I didn't want to let her go. Having Lylah naked, with my palm imprints on her arse cheeks made me almost lose it. I wanted to f**k her right on that table, taking my pleasure while making her scream. Seeing her face wet with tears turned me so f*****g on that I had to hold back, knowing I would lose control. She was still a virgin; I know. I had kept tabs on her since I knew what my feelings for her were, and scared off any who had an interest in her.

Her first time needed to be something she could look back on, and smile, not shiver from fear.

After that, I can do whatever the hell I wish to do with her body. She would be open for me, breached by my c**k, the only organ that would ever get inside of her p***y. I will make sure of that.

I reached for my phone and got up from my chair so I could follow her. I dialled a number, combed my hair with my fingers and hurried after her, with my phone placed on my ear, waiting for the damned motherfucker to pick up. He did. On the second ring.

“Mr Black. What do I owe this —”

“Lylah is now mine.”

“What? You can't be serious. How did she —”

“Don't make me repeat myself,” I warned, stepping out of my study and letting the door click shut behind me.

There was a long silence from his side, enough to make me know he wanted to argue with me, but thought better about it.

I heard his sharp exhale before he whispered, “Understood. I will ask my men to steer clear of her bar.”

“Good.”

I disconnected, and pocketed the phone, looking up at the ceiling, at the fluorescent lights still decorating it. I had changed nothing. Lylah's mother was the one who decorated this place. Everything was just the way it had been since they moved into the house. I left it that way for Lylah, hoping against every odd that she would walk through the front door one day, and she did. Earlier than I had anticipated.

I strode down the hallway, recalling the days I spent running through them, pranking Lylah, so she could notice me. Even as a kid, I had loved her long before I knew what my affection was about. I'd wanted her to see me, not just as a step-brother, but the young boy she helped, but she never saw me. Each time she looked at me, it was as if she could see through me, and not at me.

I let out a sigh and rubbed the back of my neck.

“It's all in the past. Lylah is mine now,” I whispered, my lips lifting when I recalled how she had shivered when my palms felt her flesh, her sharp intake of breath and the colours of her cheeks when I demanded things from her.

It shouldn't have been this easy, getting Lylah just where I wanted, but the gods were just too merciful.

I left the house behind, strode over to my latest BMW, which I had gotten when I saw her staring longingly at it a month ago. I got in, rolled down the windows and started the car, driving towards the gate as my guard opened it. He bowed to me, smiling like one who knew a secret he wasn't willing to share, not like I cared to know what it was about.

I drove out, making certain to keep my speed below the limit. Lylah hadn't realised someone was right behind her, and I loved it. This way, I could protect her from afar.

I didn't want any of my men to do the job like they had done in the past. I had to do it myself, watch over her from the shadows in case George tries anything funny, which I know he would. That response from him didn't sit well with me. He was planning something, I could tell.

I didn't intend to go into the bar with Lylah. With my car parked a street away, I had intended to check out the perimeters, make certain there wasn't any danger, then leave. It was my plan. However, when I called to let her know I had taken care of George, it took her so long to answer the call, my blood pressure spiked. I didn't like being ignored, not even by the woman I love the most in the entire world.

I tried to calm my nerves, to make it all go away, while thinking of the right punishment to give her tomorrow when she comes over, but the feisty woman left me no choice.

I couldn't just let her run her mouth like that, or else she would learn to disrespect me. I had to teach her the right way to act around me if she didn't wish to walk around with an aching butt.

My legs moved before I could stop them, taking me straight to the front door. I opened it, and stepped in, my eyes zeroing on Lylah, whose shock didn't let her complete her words.

She opened her mouth and closed it, her eyes wide like a kid caught watching adult videos. She gulped, tried to speak, but no words left her lips. The jolt she felt seeing me was enough to rob her of her speech.

“Cat got your tongue?” I walked towards her, taking long strides, and watching her face turn whiter. Her eyes darted from me to the door. “Don't even think about it,” I warned before she could rise and make a dash for the exit. I knew it was what she was thinking about.

“Who… Who said I wanted to run?” She folded her arms, trying to act brave, but the slight quiver of her lower lips and her shaking legs gave her away.

“Oh.” I leaned down, locking my eyes with hers, loving the way her honey brown eyes flashed with irritation. She was still holding up despite her fear. I loved that. It was a charm of hers. “Do you know what happens to a bad girl, pet? Daddy punishes her.”