That Night, I Fell for His Father

Chapter 3

Panic rippled through me.

Why was he taking me into the utility closet?

"Felix, we can't do this. I'm your daughter, at least in name."

Felix ignored my protest. "Hush now," he said, pressing me against the closet.

In the darkness, the cold wall at my back and the heat of Felix's body in front of me nearly drove me mad.

Even that simple contact made every part of me ache for him.

I couldn't believe what I had become.

As shame and desire battled inside me, my mother's voice suddenly came from the bedroom Bastian and I shared.

"Bastian, how could you ask me to come in here at this hour? Is Grace in the nursery with the baby?"

I went rigid.

My mother was supposed to have gone to bed.

Why was she in my bedroom with Bastian?

I looked at Felix, questioning him with my eyes.

Before either of us spoke, my mother moaned from the other side of the wall.

"Slow down, Bastian. Didn't Grace satisfy you? Oh God!"

My mind went blank.

My husband was having an affair.

And the woman he was sleeping with was my mother.

I tried to rush out, but Felix immediately pulled me back into his arms.

"I found out a while ago," he said quietly. "When your mother started refusing me, I became suspicious."

So that was why Bastian no longer wanted to touch me.

A bitter laugh escaped me.

Every sound from the room on the other side of the wall stabbed at my nerves.

"How could they do this to me?" I whispered. "What am I supposed to do?"

I smiled bitterly, hating my body more with every passing second.

Just listening to them had aroused me.

How could I be so shameless?

The closet was tiny, forcing Felix and me to remain pressed together.

The sounds in the next room grew louder, and embarrassment spread through the darkness between us.

There was almost no space separating our bodies. I could clearly feel the change in Felix.

His arousal pressed against my lower abdomen, impossible to ignore.

Then a forbidden thought entered my mind.

If Bastian could do this, why couldn't I be with Felix?

I looked up at my stepfather.

Dim light fell across his strong features. His brows were drawn tight, and his expression was difficult to read. When he spoke, his voice was rough with desire.

"Grace, if they're allowed to do this, why aren't we? Let me give you what you need."

Shock swept through me, and my face burned with shame.

I met his gaze.

His deep-set eyes held mine, unable to conceal the desire burning within them.

"You're so beautiful," he said hoarsely. "I want to pin you down and take you."

My heart pounded wildly, and my thoughts dissolved into confusion. Yet my body instinctively leaned closer to his.

My mother and my husband were already sleeping together.

Why shouldn't I let my stepfather help me?

If Bastian refused to satisfy me, I would find someone who could.

A cool draft brushed the lower half of my body.

Felix lowered his mouth to my breast while one of his large, callused hands gripped my waist, keeping me from sliding to the floor.

My n****e hardened immediately. A tingling sensation spread from his touch through my entire body.

My breasts had not been caressed in such a long time. Now they rose eagerly beneath his hands as wave after wave of sensation consumed me.

Warmth rushed through me, and I felt how thoroughly aroused I had become.

The emptiness inside me was unbearable.

I wanted Felix to fill me.