INSATIABLE HUNGER AND THIRST FOR MY STEPFATHER

Chapter 001: Make Me Wet Daddy

Lyra Dominic's POV

"Ugh..." I moaned as my stepfather's fingers moved in and out, my chest heaving, trying to breathe in more air. "Please... uh..." I was begging, but I didn't know what for.

This was so wrong. This was all shades of wrong especially the fact that this was supposed to be my mother's wedding night with him. The night they consummated their new marriage, but here I was, my p***y clenching and begging for him to fill me up with his thick c**k that I could see bulging from his pants.

"Tell me what you want, Mi Amor." He growled in my ears, the sound sending shivers down my spine, as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck and nipped on the skin gently, making me arch into him. "Please, what... Mmm?"

What I want? I wanted him. I wanted him so bad that I couldn't explain where this need was coming from. I wanted him to claim my body and soul, to make me belong to him anyhow possible.

"You..." I breathed out, my body shuddering under the pleasure and my p***y making wet sounds from his slow torture. The way his fingers moved only made my juices flow on his study table.

The table that I was trying to find the files that would incriminate him and have him stripped of his position in this town... He had caught me, and my body had responded immediately to his presence, aching and begging for him just like the first time I met him.

"Me?" He chuckled lightly and pressed more kisses to my face and neck. "I don't think I'll ever be enough for a woman like you." He whispered and began to slowly part my legs, and I moaned in protest at the removal of his fingers from my wet snatch.

I was still wearing my shirt without a bra underneath, and the only panties I wore had been tossed out somewhere around the room. Rowan took a seat in front of me, his eyes level with my p***y as he leaned into his chair.

"So, tell me, Lyra..." His voice had gotten deeper as he took out a metal case from his drawer and removed a cigarette. "What were you doing in my study?"

My blood ran cold immediately, and even though my p***y was pulsing, his eyes had gotten dark and his nostrils flared. He lifted his eyes and kept them on mine as he lit the tip of his cigarette, drew from the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air. The pressure and intensity of his gaze was unnerving, and I couldn't even lie if I wanted to.

I struggled to get down from the table in a hurry. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be here. It was a mistake, and..." I covered my clothes tightly as I jumped down from the table, away from him and rushing towards the door when his cold voice stopped me.

"Take a step out of this room, and I'll make sure you get punished."

Why did those words send tremors rushing into my core? But I had to leave because I couldn't trust myself to lie to him. There was no way. He would see through me.

"Punished?" I almost laughed, still breathless. "What am I? A child? Get over yourself." I rushed to the door to push it open, when I realized, sickeningly, that it was locked. I spun around in alarm, my pulse racing at the unbothered man that sat hidden in the shadows of study with the only table lamp that gave us light on the floor. "What do you think you're doing, Rowan? Why is the door locked? Do you know I'll scream? What —"

He chuckled and shook his head, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Scream?" He c****d his head to the side, and his eyes glinted wickedly, "And then what? Your mother comes running to the study to find you half naked in my study? What will that tell her?"

My heart dropped to my stomach at the mention of my mother, and guilt clawed my chest. "Leave her out of this! How about you? f*****g your step daughter on your table while you were supposed to be with your wife. What does that say about you?"

"I'm not the one who has a terrible history with my mother."

The words landed like a slap on my face at the truth of the matter. I had sabotaged my mother in the past, when I was much younger, but this time was different. This time, it had nothing to do with my selfish interests, but I was looking out for her. And I still knew how stupid it sounded to my own ears.

"She forgave me!" I responded through gritted teeth. "And I was still so young."

"Twenty years old isn't so young, Lyra. We both know that." He took a deep breath. "And I'm done wasting my breath arguing with you. So..." He stood and the chair scraped beneath him on the floor. "This is where all my personal files are kept, so tell, why were you snooping around? Trying to use your p***y to get me to forget about your presence here. Who sent you?"

I gulped. "No one. And I don't know what you're talking about." I couldn't even look at him even though I was telling the truth. "I just wanted to know more about the man my mother just married. There's nothing more to it."

"Really?" He took carefully measured steps towards me until I was pressed against the door. "But you could've just asked, couldn't you?" His hand rose and brushed up against my shirt, slowly, until one of his fingers hooked onto the buttons of my shirt. "And I would have answered all your questions, so..." He murmured, his breath against my neck for the second time tonight.

"I..." I swallowed as his fingers brushed over my bare skin as he made my shirt come off, followed by my bra, until I stood naked in front of him.

"Beautiful..." He licked his lips slightly. "Maybe I'll take this night slowly with you until you're ready to speak. Maybe we will get to know each other better that way."