My Stepfather's Darkest Secret

Aphrodisiac air

Dante’s Pov

“I'm whatever you need me to be.”

The stunning young woman replied. She stood in black robe, appearing taller than the average lady.

She looked away, staring down at her feet. I adjusted my sitting position at the edge of the queen sized bed.

“Take off the robe.”

She did as she was told. . Her body was sculpted after an hourglass. Slim and streamlined to perfection. It was almost painful not to have her pressed against me.

“Come closer.” I commanded her.

I was already spotting a full erection.

Her eyes focused between my legs. A smirk stretched my lips to the right. Leaning my head back.

Struck by a sudden wave of lightheadedness that blurred my vision, I was forced to lean back to get my bearings. By the time my mind cleared out, a graphic spirit of lust had possessed me. It coiled around my sixth senses, injecting dark and feral thoughts. All I could see myself doing was devouring her.

Her scent was a strong incense, provoking the spirit within me to let loose.

“You are…hard.” Her eyes met mine, darkened by lust as they burned blue.

She pushed me back by my shoulder until I laid flat, straddling my throbbing erection.

It felt so good having her warm body pressed hard against mine. I nibbled on her taunt n****e through the black lacy lingerie. But at the back of my mind, I knew something was off.

“Something is not right…I don't have control.” I muttered against her firm breast as she moaned out for more.

My caution did nothing to stop her. It charged excitement instead as she molded her body against mine. She trailed kisses up the length of my neck leading to my ears.

“You can lose yourself in me.” She moaned into my ears.

Her wet tongue sensually moved along the cartilage ridges of my ear, causing me to shiver against the heat of her body.

I have never been such a slave to my desire. Except, this desire was not mine.

I ripped her lingerie away like the beast I was.

She arched her back, hovering her warm p***y over my face. I inhaled deeply before feasting on her delightful taste.

Her tingling moans danced against the hotel walls as she gripped the sheets for her dear life.

Her fingers clawed at the back of my head when the sheets could no longer save her, encouraging me to devour her center without mercy.

“Oh f**k yes! Daddy…” She moaned louder. Her breaths were heavy. Her eyes tied close while biting down on her bottom lip.

I couldn't take the throbbing of my erection anymore.

“Lay on your back.” I commanded her.

She did as she was told. When she faced me, I could see hesitation in her eyes. “Close your eyes.”

I inhaled deeply as I slipped into her sheath. She was so tight, I gasped for air. Her walls wrapped around me like it would never let me go. She screamed loudly,

I thrusted back and forth gently as I tried to create rhythm. Which each recoil, I dug dipper into her.

Her finger dug into my back muscles. “Slowly…please…” She cried into my shoulders.

Every inch I took inside of her felt like burning paradise. She was definitely a virgin. It made me wonder what she was doing here in the first place.

She finally adjusted to my pace. This gave me the freedom to f**k her harder.

“f**k…daddy. Please more..” she pleaded.

“Don't—don't stop…” I felt her nails dig into my neck. The pain flipped into pleasure.

I was close to the edge. We both came together in waves. The last one overpowering the former, sending a wave of pleasure washing through my body.

I rolled off her and fell into a dark abyss.

~~~~

I woke up to a blank mind. I knew where I was and how I got here. That was it.

The dancer!

I turned to my left. The digital clock on the bedside drawer beamed red. 6:09 AM. On my right, the bed space was rough but empty. I was all alone.

A dull needle wound on my upper thigh caught my attention. I sat up to rub it while digging my mind for any detail from the previous night, or how I managed to sustain a needle injury.

Did I get drugged up?

I recalled losing control of myself to something in the air. I was sure of it because the drinks I order since the previous night laid in the silver bucket, untouched.

I decide to search the room for clues. I found nothing useful, except for a name tag.

'Cassie’ was the name written on it in golden letters against a black background.

I called on Frisco, my left hand man, to connect me to the lady who managed the dancers. Her name was Madame Marisa according to him.

The woman arrived in a few minutes. Introducing herself with a soft knock and a patronizing smile.

“I hope you enjoyed—”

I went straight to the point by handing over the name tag to her, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Where can I find her?”

“Oh Cassie?” She eyed me lazily. “The girl with the crazy boyfriend who trashed the club last night?”

“Where do I find her?” I repeated in a cold voice. Just so she knew I wasn't joking around.

Madame Marisa hesitated. “She will be at the club—”

“You are useless. Leave.” I dismissed her.

“I could give you her home address. You just have to be careful of her boyfriend. He's crazy.” She blurted out just before she reached the door.

He should be worried about me. I'm crazier.

“Scribble it down and hand it to me.” I ordered her.

She placed it on the table in the room.

“Good. Now leave.” She left this time without turning back.

~~~

I took my stepdaughter along with her late mother under my wings after she lost her father, who was a good friend and business partner of mine. I went as far as going into a contract marriage with his widowed wife, weeks after his death, just so I could keep my promise on protecting his daughter after his passing.

Today was the first time we would be meeting in person since I took her under my care.

We were the last of the Aruria werewolf bloodline. Every death felt like a crack in our tight wall.

I was on my way to meet my family when my phone began to vibrate beside me. It was my son.

“Corey.”

“Hey Dad.” He sounded cheerful.

“What is it?”

“I know you are coming in today, but I just wanted to tell you beforehand. I was thinking. I would like to have Laura’s hand in marriage, if that's okay with you?” He made it sound so casual.

His sudden decision came as a surprise.

“That's not up to me.” I replied firmly. “We will talk about it when I get back.”

I ended the call.

Corey and I weren't close, even though we spoke from time to time. I was absent from most of his childhood.

The thought of the jaded faceless dancer crossed my mind, it evoked a fight or flight feeling. A strange ardour that kept me curious.

But for now, it was family first.

Seeing the large gates of my landed estate triggered some feeling of nostalgia.

I stepped onto the terrace of my old mansion. Isabella was already in front, welcoming me with warm open arms.

“It has been quite some time, Mr. Dante.” She greeted me, bowing her head in respect.

“It's good to see you again, Isabella. You haven't aged a day.” I complimented her.

She blushed, the smile line next to her eyes deepened.

“Where are the kids?”

“Corey just had breakfast and said he was going out back, while Laura is still eating.”

“How has she been?” I asked.

“She is not a lady of many words. She keeps to herself mostly. But she has a very close friend, Cassie. She is like the opposite of Laura. Full of life and cheerful. I'm glad Laura has someone like her.” Isabella summarized.

It made me wonder if she was also the dancer.

“Alright then. I will go see her..”

I strolled into the dinner hall.

Seated in one of the chairs with one leg hoisted up on her chair, folded against her chest was a teenage girl with raven hair tied into a messy ponytail bun.

I cleared my throat loudly.

Her face turned super pale the moment we locked eyes.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” I said to her.

She shook her head, muttering inaudible words as she got to her feet. “It's you…”

“Yes. I'm Dante. Your stepfather.”