I Seduced My Stepbrother

Chapter 2

Reluctantly, I left Edward's room and returned to my own.

My eyes lit up when I saw the pendant he had given me.

'This is perfect. Edward wants me too!'

My fingertip traced the grooves of its carved design. Then it brushed against a tiny, unfamiliar bump.

My heart skipped a beat. Hidden inside the pendant was a miniature camera lens.

I curled my fingers around it, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips.

"So this is what you like, Edward."

I hung the pendant from a stand facing the head of my bed, then ran both hands slowly over my body.

The thought that Edward might be watching sent a secret thrill through me.

I lay naked on the bed, fondling my breasts as heat gathered beneath my skin.

My breathing turned ragged, and my fingers drifted lower.

I gave voice to my desire for him. "Edward, I want you. I want you inside me!"

My fingers moved faster, slipping in and out as slick arousal coated them.

I moaned, unable to hold back, and cried his name.

"Edward, help me. I'm so close!"

With one final cry, I went limp against the bed.

Then I spread my legs toward the pendant and let myself drift off to sleep.

I hoped Edward slept well that night.

The next morning, I found his underwear in the hamper. The panties I had deliberately left behind were there too, stained with traces of his release.

His body was far more honest than his mouth.

I knew he wasn't indifferent to me. What I couldn't understand was why he kept pushing me away.

Lately, he had been avoiding me. He barely came home anymore.

That evening, I sent him a message: Are you coming home tonight?

While I waited for his reply, my stepfather unexpectedly arrived.

He rarely stayed at this house. Most of the time, he lived alone in a detached villa outside the city and almost never set foot here.

Usually, it was just Edward and me living under the same roof.

"Dad, you're here."

Around my stepfather, I went as quiet as a mouse. He frightened me.

Edward returned home during dinner.

My stepfather looked across the table at me. "You need to spend more time with Daniel. I'll arrange your engagement party soon."

Edward's brows drew together. "Dad, she's still young. There's no reason to rush her into marriage."

I kept silent, but beneath the table, my foot was already brushing against Edward's calf.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that night, its clean lines showing off his distinctive appeal. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The more solemn and unaffected he looked, the more my mischievous streak took over.

I slipped my foot boldly between his legs and rubbed against the fabric of his trousers.

Suddenly, a scorching hand closed around my ankle, stopping me from going any farther.