Forbidden Desires: Mating My Step-Daddy

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CHAPTER 10

Skylar pov

"Or what?"

Aria wouldn't let me take over.

Dwayne face visibly contorted. He wasn't happy.

He immediately grabbed my neck with his hand, I stared wide-eyed at him.

Aria wasn't weak, and neither was I. She kicked him off me.

I gasped for air.

'What a jerk, did you see that sky.' Aria yelled at me.

'He didn’t mean it. He was just stimulated'. I tried to calm myself.

'Are you seriously making excuses for him? You've got to be kidding me.' Aria went quiet afterwards. She allowed me to take over.

Dwayne scrambled up from the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes widened with panic, like he couldn’t believe what he just did.

“Skylar… I.....I didn’t mean to!” he blurted, reaching toward me, but stopping himself just before touching my arm when I shifted my arm.

“I was just… I was overwhelmed! Stimulated! You—You said those things, and I thought.."His voice cracked. “I thought you didn’t want to marry me.”

I stared at him, still rubbing my throat where his fingers had been. It was tender. My skin felt cold where his touch had just been burning.

He sank to his knees.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Please… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I love you so much, and when you started talking like that, it felt like everything was slipping away. Like you didn’t want me anymore. I panicked…”

His shoulders shook as he cried, actual tears dripping down his cheeks.

His eyes were reddened.

I blinked, stunned. Why was he crying?

I was the one who had nearly been choked a minute ago.

I didn’t know how to process it. My mind was a mess. His tears looked real. His voice was desperate. But so was his grip on my neck. And now, watching him cry, was I supposed to comfort him? Was I supposed to forget?. Was I supposed to wipe his tears for him?

Something inside me wavered.

This isn’t right. My subconscious whispered to me.

This wasn't the first time he did this. He always cries whenever he did something wrong. How did I never notice?

I crouched down slowly, just enough to meet his eyes.

“I forgive you,” I said softly.

His head shot up. “You do?”

“I just…” I looked away. “I just need some air.”

He nodded rapidly, crawling back a little to give me space. “Take all the time you need. Please, Sky. I promise it won’t happen again. I swear on the moon goddess. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I didn’t answer.

I turned and walked out of the room, my legs shaky beneath me.

The hallway felt quieter than usual. My breaths came short, clipped, shallow. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just kept walking.

And for the first time… I started noticing it.

That feeling in my chest?

It was a doubt.

Was he really the right choice?

He just grabbed my neck, but then again, Aria did stimulate him.

I just kept walking towards the garden.

The little couch swing was still under the cherry blossom tree.

When I was little, I would make adonis push me on it for hours.

I sat slowly on the swing.

Sometimes, he would sit beside me here.

I traced my hand and the sheet. They were fresh.

I closed my eyes and imagined Adonis in front of me.

Hands on my breast, slowly tracing his hands over my skin.

My breath hitched. It was just like when I was sixteen. Fantasizing all the dirty things he would do to me.

It's been so long that it surprised me, yet I couldn't bring myself to stop. His sweet scent was the first thing that teased my mind. Then his form began coming to life.

He drew close to my ears, leaning against with a pressure that triggered every heat pore in my body. "Princess, do you like it that much? "

'Yes,’ I thought with a whimper. I liked it. A little too much. Especially when he reeked of pure masculinity, those strong arms wrapping loosely around my waist.

I lost it when I imagined his tongue teasing my earlobe, his hands slowly moving underneath my shirt with light feathery touches.

My hands slowly made way into my clothes, I circled around my cl*t.

"Touch yourself for me, princess." Those see foam eyes watched me as I circled my hand around my p*ssy.

I was already wet and soaking.

I placed my fingers inside me, and my breathing increased.

"Fuck." I whispered. I didn't let my voice rise as much as I wanted it to. The last thing I needed to do was attract an audience while I was playing with myself in the open.

Even with my logical brain, reminding me how crazy this was, I couldn't stop. I wanted more and more of him. Even if it was just in my head.

But those seafoam eyes did something to me. They pierced through me and stole my senses in a matter of seconds.

"Princess faster." His other hand curled slowly around my neck the same way Dwayne's hand had been around my neck, except tighter.

He took out his other hand from my shirt and gripped my thighs. A gasp escaped me and he pushed it under my shirt.

I pinched my already hardened n*****s, feeling my insides explode with pleasure.

"Fuck..." I needed his mouth around my n*****s. For him to bite them.

I wanted him to f**k me so hard I would beg. So hard that the only thing on my lips would be his name.

I picked up the pace, each stroke I imagined his finger instead of mine.

I was so f*****g close. But I didn’t want to c*m yet so I stopped.

Calmed myself. My core throbbed, dripping and desperate for release. For him. And goddess did I want him.

I let my eyes flutter shut once again and doubled my fingers. I sucked on them gently, imagining they were his, before slipping it back inside myself again.

This time, I wasn't slow, I was faster.

I wanted him to grab my hair and bury his d**k deep inside me, moving faster with each stroke.

I wanted him to choke me, I didn’t want him to be gentle.

I needed him to be merciless. Spread me and ruin me until I was covered in sweat and panting. I wanted him to ravage me until I blacked out from ecstasy.

I was so close to coming. I imagined those seafoam eyes, staring intensely into mine with the same need, the same hunger I felt inside.

My other hand fondled with my n*****s hard,

"c*m for me Princess," that rich deepness rasped and I orgasmed so hard.

My whole body trembled, my legs shivering so hard and begging for a break.

I rode my own orgasm. I didn't stop until my orgasm died down.

I let myself calm down. My cheeks tinged red as my body weakly. I had to quickly grab the swing to support myself.

My senses returned with a heavy tinge of embarrassment. I couldn't believe I just did that to myself, simply because I let Adonis' come too close to me today.

It was too late to regret anything so I arranged my skirt and straightened my shirt myself, ready to go inside and sleep away the shame.

But just then, I heard footsteps.

Yes the place was open, but it was so deep into the garden no one came ever came here.

Only mom and Adonis knew this place. Even mom had never been here so casually.

Then, like I had guessed right, Alpha Adonis came into view. My knees went weak and my cheeks flamed.

If this wasn't fate messing with me then I don't know what else it was. Of all the times for him to show up here…

"What are you doing here?." I asked him, keeping my expression as blank as possible and he raised a brow.

He was dressed in a night robe that accentuated his height. I could see his tattoo peeking from his shirt and that silver hair looked like it had been ran through a thousand times.

"I am Alpha. I can go anywhere, Princess." Those mesmerizing eyes rested knowingly on me. He didn't say anything else but there was something in his gaze that made my knees buckle.

Like he knew everything I was trying desperately to hide.

My check blushed pink as I considered the possibility that he might have watched me mastubate.

I really hoped that was not the case. I would die of embarrassment.

"I came out for some air, I'm going back in." I said, feeling the need to explain myself.

I walked past him, but before I could fully escape him, his words stopped me dead in my tracks.

Then the words came, like they were being whispered into my ears. Those seafoam eyes glinting with an amusement that made desires, Princess,” he drawled. “Tell me, Skylar, do you always call out my name every time you orgasm?”

Oh goddess! I wanted the ground to swallow me up.