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“Definitely.” She grabs a book off the shelf. “Have you seen the movie?” The book she’s holding isGone Girl.
I shake my head. “No, I rarely have time to watch movies. It’s not often I get a chance to read either.” Rubbing a hand across the back of my neck, I realize I shouldn’t be sharing any of this with her.
She laughs. “The movies are usually faster than the books, but never as good.”
I swallow hard, knowing our friendly conversation can’t happen often. I’m too much of a liability.
My moral compass is practically non-existent, and so it’s taking all the strength within me not to slam this pretty little thing against the bookcase and force my cock deep inside of her tight virgin cunt.
God Damn it.
I can’t be around her without my mind diving into the gutter.
“Are you okay?” Ella asks.
Her voice brings me back to the present, and I shove my hand in my pocket to hide the disgusting bulge. “Fine,” I say simply, grabbing the book from her hand. “Thanks.” And then I turn to leave.
“You’re welcome,” she says, sounding a little discouraged. “I wondered if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight.”
I freeze at the invitation as it sends my mind to all the wrong places.
“With Luca and Leo, too, of course. It may be a good chance to get to know each other better.” The hope in her voice is enough to shatter me, as I can’t agree. Turning to look at her, my resolve crumbles because she looks so sweet and hopeful. “You want to have dinner with us?” I ask, shocked because we’ve been nothing but assholes to her since she arrived three months ago and even more so when her mom’s out of town, God knows where.
She nods. “Yeah, there’s this nice little Mediterranean restaurant I’ve wanted to try for a few weeks. It’s near here, and I don’t know anyone in town.”
I narrow my eyes. “What’s it called?”
“Calypso,” she says.
I grind my teeth, wishing it had belonged to one of my enemies as I could have refused. “Sure. What time?”
“Eight o’clock?” she suggests.
“Book a table for four. I’ll have a car meet us at a quarter to eight.”
She smiles, and it’s such a fucking beautiful smile. “Thank you, Remy.”
I nod. “No problem. See you at eight.”
I leave the room before I do something I regret. I can’t be around Ella, yet here I am with a raging hard-on for her. My dick is about to punch a hole through my pants at the thought of fucking that pretty little virgin.
I have to go and get my tortured mind off of the beautiful creature and work out my frustrations probably multiple times before tonight, or I’ll be trying to eat dinner with a fucking boner. Something tells me I’ll probably have one throughout dinner, regardless.
Clutching the book she recommended, I head upstairs to go and grab a shower. Knowing that all I will be able to think about is the sweet little virgin reading in my library and know I can’t do a fucking thing about it other than fantasize about her sucking my cock.
Once I reach my bedroom, I strip off my clothes and turn on the shower. Steam fills the room as I step inside, letting the hot water run over my body. My mind races with images ofElla, those sweet lips wrapped around my cock. Her soft skin against mine as she begs me for more. Her innocent eyes and rosy cheeks as she moans out my name.
I stroke myself, hardening at the thought of being inside her tight little body. I fantasize about what it would be like to have her completely at my mercy.
I imagine pressing her against the wall and fucking her hard as she screamsDaddy,begging for more. Her tight virgin pussy grips me as I thrust faster and harder. She starts to tremble around me, and I know it won’t be long until we both reach our climaxes.
“Ella,” I growl her name as my orgasm rips through me. I press my arm against the shower wall, still stroking long after I’ve climaxed. It takes me a few moments to catch my breath before I grab some soap and wash properly, hating the way my cock is hard again in no time. The fantasy of having my stepdaughter is impossible to chase away, no matter how hard I try.
Dinner with her at a restaurant is a bad idea, even with my two sons. I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off her. The thought of her curves pressing against me and her lips begging for more is too much to handle.
Feeling the heat of the water recede, I turn off the shower, step out, and retrieve a towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist. As I stare at my reflection in the foggy mirror, I hardly recognize the man staring back. My darkness has ruled me for as long as I can remember, but wanting to fuck my stepdaughter is wrong.
Ella.
