CLAIMED BY BOYFRIEND'S EX-STEPFATHER

CHAPTER 6 NOT WANTING TO STOP MAKING LOVE

Callista's body arched helplessly beneath Evander's grasp, which had not let go of her for a moment. Their bodily fluids spilled onto the mattress, mixing with sweat and the echoes of their moans.

“Enough!” Callista pushed Evander's shoulder away as he kissed her neck.

“No, my love,” Evander whispered.

“You haven't stopped touching me all night.” Callista was starting to feel tired.

“But you're enjoying it, aren't you?” Evander chuckled.

Callista snorted. “Damn it! I said stop!”

As if deaf, Evander thrust himself deeper into Callista, making her scream uncontrollably. As Evander's hips began to pound harder, Callista lost her mind, her body began to accept it again, and demanded Evander do it more and more.

“I told you, you wouldn't refuse me, my love.” Evander moaned softly.

“You said it yourself, that you could make me fly and make it hard to forget you.” Evander thrust deeper, looking down at Callista from above and admiring her beauty.

“Let me want your body every day. I promise I’ll do anything.”

Evander leaned down and kissed Callista’s entire face, full of passion and tenderness.

For hours, they never finished with each other. They just kept demanding more, again and again. Callista felt herself going crazy and out of control as Evander provoked her lust.

“This is crazy... but enjoyable,” Callista said in the midst of their release. “How can I make love to my own father's friend?”

“You've trapped me, Evander.”

Evander heard her but didn't answer. He fell to the side and covered himself with a blanket, then approached Callista and kissed her cheek for a long time.

“Go to sleep, honey. Save your energy for tomorrow morning,” said Evander, and soon after, he fell fast asleep.

Callista stared at Evander for a long time, as if searching for something behind the man's handsome face. Callista still couldn't understand why she had gotten caught up in a one-night stand that had continued until now with a man 20 years older than her.

The woman got out of bed, covered her body with a rolled-up blanket, and went to the bathroom. There, she filled the bathtub with water and soap, lit aromatherapy candles, and turned on classical music.

She soaked her body in the water, letting the remnants of Evander's touch disappear with the soap suds. Meanwhile, her mind returned to Evander's words about his past status.

Viviane's ex-wife. Evander also mentioned the death of Callista's stepmother.

“Does that mean Dad also knows who Evander really is? Then why did he keep quiet and even let Evander stay here with me?”

After indulging in the water for a long time, Callista began to feel her skin wrinkling slightly. She got out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel, and stood in front of the mirror.

“Damn Evander! How am I going to cover up his kiss marks? He's so fierce...” Callista paused for a moment, biting her lip as she touched her chest and lower hips.

“He's so good. I've never had s*x that stupidly before. I'm afraid that one day he'll make me unable to stop, no matter what.”

***

Evander didn't mess around with his words. After breakfast, the kitchen table witnessed their heated lovemaking. Callista's legs wrapped around the man's waist, while her butt was on the table, and Evander thrust into her.

The man's hands squeezed Callista's entire body, giving her unparalleled pleasure that made the man reluctant to stop.

“Should we go to the bedroom, honey?” Evander growled softly.

Callista shook her head, then looked down at Evander's fluid dripping onto the table and onto the floor. “That's enough, Evander. Please hold back a little. The servants in this house are not responsible for cleaning up our love marks.”

Evander laughed, then zipped up his pants, not forgetting to help Callista put her clothes back on.

“Then get ready. You're coming with me,” said Evander.

Callista's brow furrowed in surprise. “Where?”

“To my house. The servants at my house never complain when I ask them to clean anything.”

Callista stared at him in disbelief, her mind filling with wild guesses about how wild Evander was.

Did this man collect women?

Had this man ever made love to many women at once in one place?

Or did this man keep women in every room?

Callista shuddered at the thought.

“No need, I want to stay in this house. You don't have to take me with you.” Callista refused.

Evander held Callista back as she was about to leave. “Unfortunately, I don't make choices for you, so you have no say in any of my desires.”

Callista glared.

“Pack your things, dear. Today will be a long day for us.”

Callista clenched her fists tightly. “Listen to me, Evander. If your goal is to tell me about my stepmother's death, or to help me take revenge on Lucas, then you don't need to be so excessive.”

“I enjoy our relationship, and I'm grateful that you've given me an experience that makes it difficult for me to refuse you every time you ask me out.”

“But can you respect my wishes a little? I am your friend’s daughter. Respect me as you respect my father. Don’t make me feel like you only want my body, and treat me like a s*x doll because I don’t refuse you at all.”

Callista sighed, her eyes glaring fiercely at Evander. The man, too, took all of Callista's words as a new challenge. The woman spoke like a noblewoman commanding a eunuch, and it made Evander lose his nerve just like that.

“All right, Miss Callista.” Evander took the woman's hand and kissed it gently. “I apologize for my behavior, but if you need me... I'll come whenever you ask.”

Callista simply nodded. She felt relieved that Evander was willing to listen to her. There was no further conversation between them, and Evander immediately left the house after placing two thick black envelopes on the table.

“For you and Callista. The contents are the same,” Evander said to the seven servants standing in the main room.

Callista watched Evander's movements from the second-floor balcony, then followed the man's steps out of the house until he stopped at the window facing the yard. Evander got into his car, and the man's sturdy figure finally disappeared along with the sound of the vehicle's engine as it drove away.

“Miss Callista.” A servant called out. “This envelope is for you.”

Callista took the thick black object and went to her room. Before opening it, she flipped the envelope over, feeling hesitant but also curious.

“A vacation ticket?” Callista was stunned.

Callista now held 500 pounds and a ticket to Bali in her hands, along with a message on a small piece of paper.

“This time you won’t refuse me. We’ll go on vacation during the winter.”

“You know, Bali is very beautiful and warm. We can make love to our hearts’ content there. And meet someone you never expected.”