A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 8- Dad?

~Katherine

After a very eventful day touring the campus, we finally decided to go home.

"So wait, you're telling me that he actually hosted a pool party in the high school gym?" I paused, my mouth completely on the floor as we walked through the front doors. "You are so brave."

"He got suspended for a whole month," Dalia chimed in, laughing.

"Totally worth it," Hudson said with a smirk.

We got into the house, and I turned the light on. Hudson noticed the expression on my face. "Wait, why do you look so surprised? You must have done something worse, right...?"

I shook my head. "You're looking at a girl who has never skipped a single class. I'm a total goody-two-shoes."

"Lies!" Dalia yelled, shaking her head. "So you're telling me there's no bad thing that you really want to try? Like, nothing at all?" she asked as she plopped onto the couch.

I didn't have to think hard at all. The only bad thing I wanted to do was her dad. But since I obviously couldn't answer that, I just shook my head again.

"Umm, so..." Dalia started, looking around the empty kitchen area.

"What the f**k are we going to eat?" Hudson completed.

"Yeah, about that," I said. "Mum sent all the domestic staff away for the week."

Hudson laughed, looking around the massive place. "This house is too large not to have any staff. Why on earth would she do that?"

I cackled. "She didn't want to seem 'too high maintenance' for your dad."

"We could just order takeout," Dalia suggested, pulling out her phone. "Or we could just cook."

"Cook?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you guys even know how to cook?"

"Hudson does," Dalia said, pointing at her brother. "Back home, all the girls were always trying to come over to our house just to taste his cooking. Well, that and the fact that they were totally obsessed with him. Every girl in our old school was all over him."

"That's not true," Hudson said, rolling his eyes, but his gaze drifted straight to me.

He was staring at me. He had been doing it all day, but now that we were home, I could see it clearer. The deep, intense way he looked at me was definitely not the way a brother looks at his sister. It made my stomach flip.

"It is true!" Dalia insisted, completely missing the look between us. "He broke so many hearts back in London. So, Hudson, are you going to feed us or what?"

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We ended up just ordering takeout and ate right there in the living room. It was actually really fun. I had expected to completely hate this whole arrangement, but my new siblings were surprisingly down to earth.

'Maybe this could actually work,' I thought to myself.

But truthfully, all I could really think about was Bruce. The entire time we were eating, I was instinctively looking around the house for him, hoping he'd walk through the door. When I finally got a chance to ask Dalia where he was, she told me he was still out working.

I stared at the clock on my wall. It was 1:00 AM.

"Snap out of it, Kitty," I whispered to myself, rubbing my face. "He’s your mum’s husband, and he’s definitely not coming home tonight."

I laid down in bed, but after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up. Just then, the loud roar of a fast car pulling into the driveway cut through the quiet night.

My heart started pounding right out of my chest.

I jumped out of bed, walked out onto my bedroom balcony, and looked down. It was Bruce's Maserati. He stopped the car and parked right beneath my view. Even though his windows had a completely dark 5% tint, I could just tell he was looking straight up at me.

A sudden rush of pure boldness took over my body. Standing right there on the edge of the balcony, I began to touch my own skin sensually, running my hands down my waist.

Then, I slowly pulled off my robe, letting it drop to the floor. I was left standing in a very short, see-through silk nightdress. My t**s were poking right through the thin fabric. I reached down, pinching my own n*****s and caressing my body while keeping my eyes locked on the car.

Suddenly, the car door swung open and Bruce got out.

My heart jumped straight out of my chest. Watching him look up at me, I let the silk dress slip completely off my shoulders. It fell to my feet. I was standing there completely naked in the night air.

Bruce stared at my naked body for one long, intense second. Then, he turned and stormed into the house.

Panicking slightly, I rushed back inside my room. Before I could even grab my robe, my bedroom door flew open and Bruce walked right in. 'How did he get up here so fast?' I asked myself, my breath catching in my throat.

He locked the door behind him and stared at my bare body, his hazel eyes burning with a mix of anger and pure lust. He charged toward me, closing the distance in two giant steps.

"What the f**k are you doing?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Anyone could see you out there, Kitty-cat."

My p***y gave a violent twitch as I stared back into those intense eyes. I looked up at him completely seductively.

"Kitty..." he said, his voice suddenly softening just a fraction.

Before I could even answer, he leaned in and slammed his lips against mine. It was a hard, bruising kiss. At the same time, his large hand reached down and pinched my hard n*****s roughly. I let out a loud, helpless moan straight against his lips.

He suddenly pulled back, his breathing heavy as he gripped my shoulders. "Get dressed. Now!"

Instead of moving away, I stepped even closer, pressing my bare, aching n*****s right against his hard chest. "I can't stop thinking about you, Daddy" I gasped out, breathing heavily.

"Don't call me daddy!" He said. I could see the torture in his face. He was completely battling with his morals right now. But as I leaned into him, I could feel his thick c**k poking hard against my bare thigh. He wanted me just as bad.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

"Dad?" Dalia called out.