On Your Knees, Stepsister

Is there a catch?

KAELIN

Lylah was testing my patience. With her naked thighs spread, showing off her intimate petals, I couldn't control myself. I wanted nothing more than to unbutton my slacks and slide into her warm channel, to feel the warmth wrap around me like a blanket, and to take my pleasure. I needed so badly to hear her moan out my name while I plough her hole, but I had to control the urge. This wasn't the time and place.

When I take her, it would have to be on my bed, not in this office. For now, I just need to teach her how to behave around me, to break that stubborn streak she has.

“You are not my f*****g dad!” she breathed out, eyes blazing with fury. While her eyes and mouth was against this, her p***y did the opposite.

The wetness, as it clenched made me know just how much she enjoyed my fingers in her. I could still feel her clamping down on my fingers, trying to hold them in.

“You still haven't learned your lessons, Lylah.” I leaned on the desk and watched her, pinning her with my stare and daring her to touch her p***y.

It was her punishment for saying those words to me. Until she learns who her daddy is, she won't be allowed to climax.

“I…” She gulped, standing on shaky legs. She didn't complete her words. Instead, she reached out for the jacket on the floor.

I arched a brow. “Did I ask you to put that on?”

She paused, glared at me, and resumed what she was doing. Despite my anger at that, my lips twitched. I liked it when she put up a fight, trying to act like she was stronger than she is.

“Lylah.”

Her hands froze, and she lifted her face, her lips pulled up in a thin line of displeasure.

“Those aren't even yours,” I pointed out, making her realise she was holding my jacket, not her dress. That one was still at the bar.

Her cheeks reddened, and she threw the piece of clothing down like it burned her and turned to march out of the room. But I was faster. I blocked her path, grinning when she shot a dark look at me.

“What? You want me to let you walk out there, like this?”

“Why not? We are alone.”

I couldn't stop my lips from lifting at how cute she looked while sounding defensive. “Is that what you think?”

She froze, looked at the door and back at me. “Is there someone out there?”

There wasn't, but I nodded. “Do you want to check it out?” I gestured for her to leave. “I don't mind if you still wish to leave, but think of what the guy out there will assume when they see a naked woman —”

“What do you want?”

“Huh?”

“Is this your intention? To disgrace me until I break?”

I frowned, chewed on her words before I nodded slowly. “I guess. Just not that 'disgrace' idea. I want to break you, Lylah, then mould you slowly until you become the best pet.”

“Then you discard me after six months, right? You want to spoil me for other men, make me a slave to your call, until you have gotten enough of me, then you toss me away to other men who wouldn't want a broken piece of trash, right?”

That took me aback. I'd never thought she would see me as a beast. Okay, I didn't give her a reason not to. I had been nothing but cruel to her, spanking her, fingering her until she was close to her orgasm, then drawing away. I had forced her to get down on her knees, to swallow her pride and get out of her clothes, just so I could stare at her.

I was the worst, treating the woman I liked as if she was just a w***e. I just… I couldn't help it. It was all to train her, to condition her response to me, while I show her what it means to be loved.

Letting out a sigh, I turned and walked out of the office without a word, retracing my steps to the bar where her clothes lay discarded. I got them and returned to her office.

She was still standing at the exact spot I left her in, like she was frozen in time, glaring hard at the door.

“Here.” I passed the clothes to the stunned woman. She looked at them, at me, then back at them, like she couldn't believe I was helping her.

She raised a suspicious brow. “Is there a catch?”

“A catch? Perhaps —”

The ringing of my phone cut me off. I fished it out from my pocket, frowned and lifted a hand towards her. She only rolled her eyes and started getting dressed.

I turned my back on her, walked a few paces away from where she stood, and took the call.

“Yes?”

“Boss, we have caught the man who almost ran Miss Lylah through with his car. He's working independently and was hired by George to do the deeds.”

I clenched my fists too tightly, and I almost broke the phone. My anger boiled like hot water, simmering just above the surface. “Where's he now?”

Before Lylah came to me for help, I had already charged my men to look for that bastard who almost hurt my baby. Even if he didn't know she was mine, he had no right to almost take an innocent person's life.

“He's at the warehouse north of the city. I just want to know if you want us to —”

“Keep him there. I will meet you in a few.” I disconnected, pocketed my phone and turned, just in time to catch Lylah, before she slipped out of the open door.

Tsk.

“Running, are we?”

She halted in her steps and turned to look at me. “Weren't you on a call?”

“Yeah, and weren't you just standing there?”

“I was.” She nodded. “I just thought you were busy, you know, business and mafia things. Like killing people and drinking blood. That's what you do in your leisure, right?”

God.