Gotcha, Asshole
CHAPTER ONE
Jasmine
My ugly ass stepfather was cheating on my mother, and I was going to prove it tonight.
That was the only reason I was here, in this amber-lit room with sheets that probably cost more than my college fees.
My phone was recording audio in my purse on the nightstand next to the bed, and a gold mask covered my face with only my dark blue eyes, nose and lips showing through the holes. I had spent my savings getting into this place.
The sounds of moans from the next room permeated through the walls, and my lips curled in disgust. I knew he was up to no good right from the very first minute Mom brought him home, giggling and bouncing excitedly. It was so weird.
Look, I loved my mother; it had been just me and her ever since my Dad left us. Technically, Carol was my stepmother. My mother died when I was born. Dad had struggled with raising me; it didn't help that I was a hellcat- that was what he called me. According to him, I threw tantrums a lot and made his life miserable.
But who could trust the words of a man who packed his bags six months after he got married to his new wife, my stepmother, and absconded?
Apparently, my father, Charles Minnow, had married Carol only to take care of me so he could travel the world without being attached to this little hellcat. I was sure it all had something to do with that night, ten years ago. Dad had hated me ever since then.
Carol became my mother when I was nine, then Dad ran off and sent the divorce papers a year later. Six months ago, she married a man whose name we couldn't even pronounce properly, and he was so huge, he had to be the size of the Empire State Building.
And would you look at that? He was cheating on her!
Stupid gigantic asshole!
Mom would never believe he was cheating on her. Besides, she would only think I was lying out of spite because I had been nothing but hateful ever since she married that brute. The Viking was sneaking out to get his huge c.o.c.k wet somewhere my mother knew nothing about.
I should have felt triumphant. I mean, I finally get the chance to expose his lying, cheating ass. I spent three days thinking about my plan, which was: get in, get evidence that he was the bastard I knew he was, ruin his life, and never sit across from those intense green eyes at breakfast again.
Those very intense eyes.
"You get in there, lie back, raise your legs, and show off that p.u.s.s.y, okay?" The mistress in charge of assigning girls told me as she led me to the room my stepdaddy constantly used. "He likes to be done hard and fast."
Hard and fast?
Heat pooled in my lower belly, but I ignored it. Of course, he likes to be done fast; he doesn't want to get caught.
Show off that p.u.s.s.y? I scoffed at the thought, raising my legs, cool wind hitting my thighs as the dress rode up my waist. My raven black hair was splayed around on the pillow.
My plump t**s strained against the fabric, laying round against my chest. My panties clung to every inch of my virgin p.u.s.s.y. Mara, my best friend would lose her mind if she knew I was in a freaking s*x club. And so would mom. I was doing this for her anyway. If I didn’t do this, the beast could get suspicious. I need him close enough so I could scream ‘GOTCHA!’ in his face.
Like that big thing would even fit anyway.
Heat crept up my cheeks as I remembered three weeks ago when I walked past the shower. The glass door was open a crack, okay? I didn't mean to look, but I did, and the pervert was stroking his.... God, it shouldn't even be called a c.o.c.k. It had to be a mammoth, my gosh, I had never seen anything like it, not even in porn.
The image of the water cascading down his body, pushing into the ridges of the rippling muscles in his back as his large hand wrapped around his c**k filled my head. A shudder ripped through me, and my p.u.s.s.y clenched, getting wet just thinking about it and I wet my bottom lip.
No. No! I was here for evidence. Once he came in and tried to f**k me, I would get up and scream, “Gotcha, you cheating scum!”
The door opened, and my stepdaddy walked in, making my p.u.s.s.y seize with arousal.
The Viking- well, I only called him that because he was huge and his name sounded like chewing nails. Svyatoslav Erikson. Everyone I knew called him Slav because they did not want to lose their teeth.
Slav loomed at the doorway, the sheer size of him filling the doorway. He was huge, some tall whopping 6'5, stacked and built like a buffalo. His long blonde hair was tied above his head in a bun, with a grizzly beard on his jaw. He had a red robe on, which he dropped to the floor, and my breath snagged.
There was a wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder, the black ink gleaming against his golden skin. I knew there was also a massive tattoo of a lady with massive wings on his back. A Valkyrie. My eyes trailed down every single shredded bit of him, and my mouth watered.
His c.o.c.k was just... I mean, I knew what his d.i.c.k looked like. I had seen it in the shower. But knowing it and seeing it hard and thick, already swollen, was different. The head was flushed, dark, and glistening, swinging heavily as he crossed the room with those green eyes fixed on me.
Get up. GET UP! A voice in my head screeched.
His massive hands grabbed both my thighs and shoved them back to my ears, knocking the breath out of me. His c.o.c.k pushed against my underwear, the huge tip pressing the thin fabric hard against my soaked folds.
I gasped. My hips tilted up, p.u.s.s.y clenching, and a moan clawed up my throat.
No, wait, my eyes widened. He didn't know it was me. He probably thought I was one of those cheap sluts he f****d. I needed to tell him it was me, his stepdaughter, and that I now had proof of him cheating.
Say it, Jasmine. Gotcha, Asshole!
He yanked my underwear aside and notched his wicked d.i.c.k at my entrance.
"Wait-"
My voice trailed off into a scream as my stepdaddy drove in, ripping through my walls and burying his mammoth d.i.c.k into my c.u.n.t.
Oh s**t, this was NOT the plan!
