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Shit. Why the fuck is she so perceptive?“That’s not it, Stassi.”
“Fine, then I’ll tell him I can’t…but that I’d love to hang out tomorrow. Maybe he can come hang at the house, at our pool? Think he’ll like my yellow swimsuit?”
She’s goading me and she’s doing a fucking good job.“Don’t,” I growl, as I grab her wrist preventing her from texting him back. “Tell him no and leave it at that.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s no good for you and you’ll never see him again after this weekend. What’s the point?”
“To have some fun? It’s been hard for me; you know, and it’s nice to feel wanted. Maybe some male attention could help cheer me up.” She blinks her eyes several times, her eyelashes fanning out over her glowing skin with every blink.
I lean forward slowly. “You think you’re so smart? Manipulating me? You’re playing a dangerous game, Stassi.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I know this makes me crazy and maybe a little fucked up, but…I won’t tell if you won’t.” She leans forward. “We’re here, where no one knows us. No one knows who we are to each other. We can be…whoever we want. Haven’t you ever done anything bad, Dominic? Have you ever taken a walk on the wild side? Haven’t you ever wanted something you know you shouldn’t have? Or…someone?”
My heart feels like it could beat out of my chest at any moment. I’d be concerned I was having a heart attack if not for the fact that my left arm isn’t tingling and my balls fuckingare.
The strap of her dress falls to her shoulder and my eyes immediately find it, eyeing the exposed skin before turning my gaze back to her seductive eyes. “Dominic…”
“Stassia…please,” I beg her. Crossing this line is dangerous. I want to, yes, but it’s irresponsible and could have very damaging effects on her.How could I think about fooling around with my stepdaughter?One that I’ve known since she was ten years old? One that I’ve treated like my own for the past seven years.
“Just…one kiss.” She looks up at me and I see the water building in her brown eyes; it feels like a stab to my already racing heart. I can’t breathe. I feel like air isn’t getting to my lungs and on top of that, I’m getting harder by the second in my slacks. She’s this insanely gorgeous siren sitting in front of me begging me to kiss her.
Love her.
But what if she wants more?
“One kiss, Stassia.” I give in, much to my own disappointment. I’m not drunk, but the whiskey flooding my veins is making me hornier than usual and all I want is to pull her into my lap and kiss her until the sun rises.
“Really?” Her eyes clear from the unshed tears and I nod.
“You know this changes…things.”
“Things have already changed,” she whispers back.
Her words knock the rest of the wind that I’ve been struggling to get into my lungs out of me and I stand up, to put some space between us and hopefully give myself some clarity.
“Wait!” she squeals as she stands up and grabs my hands. “I need tofeelsomething. I feel so numb sometimes and I just…even if it’s guilt or shame, it’s better than feeling nothing.” Her lip wobbles slightly. “Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to kiss?”
You’re fucking pretty enough to eat.The sinful thought crosses my mind before I can keep it at bay and I ball my hands into fists at the rage building inside of me for lusting after Stassia so fucking aggressively.
“Stassi…” I back up and run a hand through my hair. “What you’re asking me…”
“Isnotincest. We aren’t blood related and it’s just a kiss…”
“Something tells me you won’t just stop at a kiss.”And once I kiss her, I’ll be powerless to stop anything she wants after.“I think you are beautiful, Stassi. So fucking beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you and know that you’reyou. Someone I can’teverfucking have.”
“Why not? Why can’t you have me…in the dark? We’re hundreds of miles from home where no one knows us.” I look into her imploring eyes and before I can put more space between us, she’s in my arms and that perfume she always wears surrounds me. “God, you smell so good.” I look down to find her pushing her nose into my shirt. Without her shoes, she’s significantly shorter than me but the perfect height to rub her delectable body against my growing cock.
“Baby…” I pull away to stop her rubbing.
“Andthat!You’ve never called mebabybefore, and now it’s that orsweetheart.You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t notice the way you eyed me in that swimsuit? Or in this dress tonight? The way you held me the night we smoked? You want so much more with me and it scares the shit out of you.”
“YOU THINK?” I scream and her eyes widen as she takes a step back. “Stassia, you’re my stepdaughter.”
“I’m eighteen!”
“What the fuck does that matter? I was married to your mother, and then sadly, so fucking sadly, she died. In what world does that mean I should just move on to her daughter?” I yell at her and I watch as she lowers her head almost shamefully.
