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“All right,” Alistair spoke, slow to lower the hand beneath me, allowing me to stand on my feet once more. His finger did not leave my pussy. “Prove to me you’re a good girl, Brianna, and I’ll make sure to keep you safe. Safe from Gareth, safe from the world. I chose you for him. He’s too rash, too blinded by his anger… he needs someone like you.”
I didn’t know what he meant by all that. Right now, I didn’t really care. I’d started to rock myself along his hand, fucking myself with his finger while rubbing my clit along his palm. A slow, steady grind.
“Truth is, I should’ve gotten him someone after he killed his mother, but I’d hoped it was a momentary lapse. I’d hoped he didn’t inherit the same darkness that’s in me.” Alistair held my stare, letting me fuck myself with his hand while he continued, “But I was wrong, and now he’s my responsibility, just as you are. If you play nice with Gareth, I will make sure he doesn’t kill you. You have my word.”
My mind was too focused on finding my release to really pay attention to what he’d said. My eyelids had become half-lidded, and I’d started to pant.
For the first time, Alistair’s eyes dropped to take in my body, the way I rocked against his hand. He still wore that cold, calculating expression, but something flashed behind his eyes, and as brief as it was, I was pretty damn sure I knew what it was: hunger. Desire. Lust. All things a stepdad should never have for his new stepdaughter.
It was like something in him snapped. He slipped off his shoes and was stepping into the shower with me, using his strength to push me back against the wall. The hand on my jaw fell back to my neck, squeezing just enough to stifle the air but not enough to fully choke. The water pelted his side, getting him and his clothes drenched.
His lips parted, and he leaned into me, starting to move the hand between my thighs, fucking me with his finger, helping me chase my release. “You’re perfect for Gareth,” he whispered, slipping a second finger inside of me and drawing out a low moan. “I knew you’d be perfect for him. Perfect for this house. Perfect for what I need.”
I was in the shower with my hot stepdad who had to be another killer, just like Gareth. He had his clothes on still, but hey, a girl halfway out of her mind, lost in delirium, couldn’t complain.
It was all so much. Too much. The way Alistair was staring down at me, how he looked with his black hair soaked with water, his clothes clinging to the muscles beneath, how his fingers in me worked to fuck me in the same way a cock would… like I’d said, it was all too much.
An orgasm ripped through me with a vengeance. I cried out, my head banging back on the wall behind me, my nerves on fire. A sea of heated bliss swam through me, the sensation only heightened by the fact that it was Alistair at the helm. My stepdad. My mom’s new husband.
God, it was so wrong, but it felt so good.
“You are gorgeous when you’re coming undone,” Alistair murmured, the coldness in his voice having given away to huskiness and desire. “You’re even more gorgeous when you’re covered in blood, Bri. And you’re so wet for me… you’re making it impossible for me to focus on what needs to be done. I have to take care of your clothes, the blood trail you left—”
I didn’t know if he was trying to convince me or him to stop. Or us both. Either way, regardless of who he was trying to convince, neither one of us pulled away. I couldn’t say that I was right in my head when I did what I did next, but hey, right now wasn’t the time for sane thoughts.
I put a hand on Alistair’s crotch, feeling the hard cock beneath his wet pants, and I started to rub it over the wet fabric.
He shuddered against me, taking his hands off me and setting them on the shower wall on either side of my head, staring down at me all the while. The man was tall, taller than Gareth. “You shouldn’t be doing that.” This time, I knew what the edge to his voice meant: he was close to losing control.
I should stop. I should pull my hand off his erection and duck beneath his arms and slip away. He’d made his point. I couldn’t go tattling on Gareth to cops, nor could I tell anyone else. Alistair would use Montgomery money to make the rest of my life a living hell, make sure I was an outcast, ostracized and hated.
But I didn’t stop. Instead, I found myself practically begging my new stepdad, “Maybe I want to be bad.” Maybe Gareth had woken up something in me, something that had lied dormant for my whole life, and now that it was out and free, it was impossible to keep under control. A part of me that craved all the wrong things.
Gareth had told me he was going to destroy me, and in a way he had, because this was pure madness.
Alistair didn’t say a word, nor did he stop me when I fell to my knees before him. I worked on undoing his belt—a lot harder to do when the pants they were looped in were wet. I couldn’t take the belt off, so I settled for undoing it and going straight for the button and zipper. My thighs clenched together in anticipation of what I was about to do.
I was seconds from seeing my stepdad’s cock, less than a minute from having it in my mouth. I shouldn’t be as excited as I was, but I couldn’t flip the switch back. I couldn’t undo whatever had been done inside me. I wanted to taste him.
The moment I freed his dick from his pants and his boxer briefs, I licked my lips. It stood perfectly erect, thick and hard. Longer than Gareth’s by an inch or two. Quite sizeable, really; I had no idea how I was supposed to fit that thing in my mouth, let alone any other part of me.
But that was getting ahead of myself, I supposed.
I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out and lapping up the precum that had oozed out of its tip. Alistair let out a low moan, and I felt that pleasure-filled sound in my soul. I was an expert by no means, but God, I wanted to make him come so bad.
I took him in my mouth, sucking the tip eagerly as I did so, remembering what Gareth had liked. That earned me another moan from my stepdad’s throat, and one of the hands on the wall dropped to grip the back of my head.
“Oh, yes,” Alistair breathed out, a note of approval laced in his tone. “Take my cock in that mouth like the naughty girl you are. Such a little slut you are, aren’t you?”
His words should’ve irritated me. They should’ve pissed me off, but in the heat of the moment, they only fueled me, made me work at his cock harder. His filthy mouth wasn’t something I’d expected out of him, but I think he was unlocking a new kink inside of me.
“That’s right,” Alistair went on, groaning when I did my best to deep-throat him. “Worship my cock just like you worship Gareth’s. You’re our greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I admit, if my mouth wasn’t full of his cock, I would’ve heartily agreed to that.
Now wasn’t the time for guilt or regret. That would come later, when I was in bed, alone, thinking about the past few days. For now, I wanted to taste my stepdad’s cum, hear him as he came, feel his cock twitch in my mouth as he spewed his seed on my tongue.
I worked him as best I could. I started to wonder if I wasn’t good enough at it, but then the hand on the back of my head tightened, his hips beginning to move on their own. “I’m about to come,” he growled out. “Swallow every single drop I give you, Brianna. Don’t waste any.” An order for me to guzzle his cum like, to use his description, a greedy little slut.
Alistair let out an earth-shattering moan. His body jerked forward, his cock pumping in my mouth in short, quick bursts. An explosion of cum came from his cock, landing on my tongue and in the back of my throat. Shot after shot of cum, he filled my mouth with his seed, and once he was done, he pulled his cock out so I could swallow him up like he wanted me to.
