Chapter Two — Meet the New Family
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Elara's POV
I woke with sunlight streaming through the curtains. My body was currently a map of last night's dirty sins.
And between my legs, that tender ache pulsed—a filthy reminder of how he had claimed my virginity.
I recalled his thick c**k splitting me open, stretching my innocent walls until I was dripping and begging for more like a desperate slut.
That moment burned hottest in my memory like fire and brimstone.
His fingers had been relentless, curling deep to hit that spot that had eventually made me shatter.
His eyes dark with possession, slowing just enough to make the pain twist into dark pleasure, whispering, "You are mine now, little virgin."
I shifted under the sheets. My hand instinctively slipped down to circle my swollen c**t as I replayed it.
My cunt was wet already.
God, he was a stranger then, but the way he dominated me—careful thrusts turning rough, his c*m filling me hot and deep—left me craving like a slut.
Shame heated my cheeks, but so did want. I came quick, biting down in my lower lips to muffle my moans.
I didn't want to wake the entire mansion with my early morning m**********n session. I dragged myself to the shower and washed away the evidence.
But not the hunger.
Downstairs, My mom was all smiles while she was flipping pancakes as if our lives were just perfect.
It wasn't.
"Morning, sweetie!”
I grunted a reply.
Her excitement was not contagious where I was concerned. But she didn't seem to mind that at all.
“It's a big day—the marriage papers are signed and sealed. Victor and I are officially hitched."
She waved her hands in the air so her ring could catch the light. My eyes rolled in their sockets.
“Not my business.”
Victor looked up from his newspaper, and his face was etched with that perpetual calculation I hated.
He always acres like he knew everything when he didn't.
At least he didn't know that yesterday his new step daughter had gone to a lounge and gotten f****d like a cheap little w***e by a hit stranger.
"My son, Damien is in his way with a fresh degree in hand. He is ready to be a CEO to the new branch. The boy's got an edge; he'll shake things up."
My coffee cup paused mid-air: nose scrunching in disgust.
Stepbrother? Did he mean some stupid entitled prick who was stepping into this gilded cage with me?
A dry snort left me.
I had caught Victor muttering on the phone last night while I was sneaking in, sore and satisfied: "If Damien uncovers that s**t we're fucked."
What s**t?
Embezzlement?
Something worse?
Dread nibbled at me, but I shoved it down and focused on the burn of the hot liquid I slipped in anger.
Last night felt surreal now—his gray eyes devouring me while he pounded my cunt, calling me greedy as my first orgasm crashed over me hard.
Heat bloomed low again.
Focus, Elara.
After breakfast, I slipped out of the house and went to school.
The hours blurred with all of that school drudgery, and my stupid friends teasing about my new "glow".
I didn't tell them anything. But my mind was filthy, replaying his dominance.
And I was almost in the verge of sneaking into the toilet stall and bringing myself completion with my fngers, imagining his c**k instead.
School ended quickly and I rushed home, slamming the door behind me and locking it shut. I leaned heavily against it and my hands slipped down to circle my c**t with expertise.
My eyes fell shut as my fingers worked me to a climax. I came fast, my body shaking against the door.
Dinner was filled with tension. Mom fussed over dinner—roast, wine, and the works because of him.
The expected step son.
I didn’t care. I was dressed casually, in jeans, hugging my ass, and a top that dipped just enough to tease.
Victor paced.
"He should be here any minute."
The knock came soon.
“I'll get it,” Victor said. Then he disappeared to the front door.
I heard the door open, and the exchange of pleasantries.
Footsteps came towards where mom and I waited at the dining.
I heard them turn the corner, conversing about something.
Then, my eyes fell on him.
My heart jumped.
Gray eyes.
Dark hair.
The same shade with the man who had f****d my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness.
My heart fell to my feet.
That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes.
Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness.
The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard.
My knees grew weak.
Him?
He was Damien?
The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?
The same man who had slowed to savor ruining me, then thrust harder like he owned my purity?
Memories assaulted me, of his thumb on my c**t, my walls clenching around his c**k before he spilled in me.
This stranger, he was now family?
I felt dizzy.
This was forbidden.
Everything was so wrong.
He snapped out of it first. His voice was cool as frost when he spoke.
"Good to see you."
He gave Mom a charming smile that was polite yet distant—no hint of the beast who had bent me over.
Mom beamed. "Elara, meet Damien. He is your new stepbrother."
Yes, I could see that.
His gaze flickered to my face. My legs started to shake beneath me. His hand extended towards me with a smile.
"Hi."
He looked like he was just seeing me for the first time—as if he hadn't kissed me, pressed his c**k into me and taken my virgin wanton soul.
“Nice to meet you.”
My voice was hoarse.
I took the hand he extended. His grip was firm with his thumb brushing my pulse point deliberately.
The gesture sent jolts to my core. I yanked my palms away, mumbling a string of curses underneath my breath before I collapsed into a chair.
Dinner was torture.
Damien spun tales of abroad to entertain us. He spoke of his classes and deals in a smooth voice.
Victor seemed proud of him.
Mom too was enchanted.
And me? I spiralling.
Does he remember? Every filthy detail of thw night, judging by his foot grazing my ankle underneath the table.
Was he ashamed? Of deflowering his stepsister-to-be as at then?
Or had he known, come here now to unearth Victor's secrets, using our night together as leverage?
Dread choked me.
Yet, my n*****s beaded traitorously, and his presence made my thighs slick with the evidence of my want.
Denial screamed: Not real. He was a one-off, "never again." Not this cold predator now across from me.
"You seem quiet, Elara," Mom noted while passing Victor dessert.
"I am just... adjusting." It was a lie. My mind was simply rolling in filth.
Dinner finished fast. And after the plates were cleared from the table, Mom turned to look at me.
"Elara, why don't you show Damien around the house? Help him settle in. The place is huge; he might get lost."
My stomach dropped.
"Sure," I croaked, avoiding his eyes. Victor nodded his approval, heading towarfd his study with Mom.
Maybe they needed some time alone and were sending us away.
Time to f**k perhaps.
I didn't mind.
“Let's go,” I told Damien before I stuttered off as fast as I could.
We walked silently—past the pool whose water was shimmering.
"Nice," he said in a neutral voice. But his gaze lingered heavily on me.
The library was next, with towering bookshelves. And I pointed out the nearby features in a shaky voice.
At the upstairs wing, I pointed at his room which was at the end. "This is yours." Then, I turned to leave.
He grabbed my wrist and pulles me inside with him, the door clicking shut right behind the both of us.
I was cornered against the wall, his huge body caging mine—hard chest radiating heat and unbidden lust.
"We need to talk," he murmured with his breath hot on my neck.
Panic surged through me. But it was mixed with a dark thrill. "Let go."
But my voice trembled, my stupid body betraying me with a rush of wetness.
His gray eyes darkened with that familiar possessive glint from the lounge where we had met.
"You think I don't remember?” He began to say. I swallowed.
So he knew everything?
“I remember taking your cherry in that booth. I can recall how you begged for my c**k like a desperate harlot?"
His hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing my jeans' seam.
"A tight little virgin you were, clenching around me like you were born for it."
I gasped, shoving at him.
But the shove was weak because I didn't do it with enough force to move his hard body even an inch.
"You're my stepbrother. This is sick."
He chuckled.
The sound was low and filthy.
"Sick?”
He shook his head.
“No. You dripped for a stranger. Now imagine what I will do to every inch of you, knowing you are family."
His fingers pressed harder, now rubbing my c**t through the fabric.
Pleasure spiked in my blood vessels that moment—unwanted but fierce, nearly consuming me whole. "Deny it. Tell me you're not wet right now."
Dread coiled in my stomach—hot and dangerous? Yes.
What if he exposed us? Told everyone about this? Ruined everything?
But his dominance called to that bold slut he had awakened. I whimpered, my hips bucking traitorously.
A knock made me jerk.
Victor's voice instantly came from the other side of the door.
"Everything good in there?"
Damien stepped back. The expression in his face was cool again.
"Nothing dad, just getting the tour from my step sister here."
The door opened and he planted an innocent smile on his face.
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