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My caregiver. My protector. My savior.
My stepfather.
“No,” I say, proud of the steely edge in my voice despite the way my body trembles for him. “I don’t want to talk.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his lips are on mine.
I whimper against him, and he lets out a feral growl, one I’ve never heard him make before. The wine coursing through my mind makes me forget that this is my stepfather kissing me. Once it catches up and I realize what’s happening, my initial reaction is to pull away.
But I don’t.
Instead, I sink more into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me. His arm bands around my waist and he roughly yanks me to him, letting me feel his hard body in a way I’ve never felt before.
His firm lips move over mine, granting me my first taste of him, the traces of the wine and something else, something darker like whiskey, dance along my tongue. I greedily want more.
I crave it, ache for it. And like he’s directly linked to my mind, he opens for me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Unable to help myself, I suck on it, wishing it was his cock.
Who am I right now?
The question barely forms in my mind before Isaac distracts me with a deep, throaty groan. His hands trail down my back, over my dips and curves, taking them in with an aggression I’m unprepared for, but melt into.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips and my head bobs in agreement. Fuck is right. My fingers tangle in the back of his hair, keeping him exactly where I want him as he squeezes my ass, tugging me onto his lap.
The world swirls around me, shifting rapidly in flashes of light and color, bright behind my lids. I wrap my legs around his hips, needing to feel all of him. His jeans are scratchy against my bare legs, his shirt too thick between us.
My hips grind maddeningly against him, and the thick outline of his hard cock hits my clit with every pass. I moan into his mouth and he responds by thrusting up into me until I’m mindless and crazed.
My fingers slip from his hair, finding the buttons of his shirt with startling ease. I’m shaking too hard to undo more than a few of them and I quickly become irritated.
Too many clothes are between us. I need to feel him. Touch him.
But before I have a chance to protest, to make my demands known, the world shifts again. With a frustrated growl, Isaac wrenches his mouth from mine and tosses me onto the bed, quickly following after me.
I bounce, my head landing on the dusty pillow that still smells faintly of Roman, making my throat threaten to close.
“Eve,” Isaac rasps, and I blink rapidly, forcing my mind to stay here in this moment and not the memories trying to drag me under. “We shouldn’t. This is so fucked up.”
“I know,” I whisper. It’s seriously fucked up.
He brushes hair from his face. “You’re drunk.”
“I know.” I’m not. Not really. “So are you.” His eyes flit between mine and a look I can’t decipher fills his heated gaze but says nothing.
I focus on my rapid heartbeat. The dim light filling the room spills across the two of us, painting a sinful image. My legs spread wide, my dress rucked up around my hips and I’ve no doubt my white lace panties are on display.
He’s on his knees, frozen between my legs as he takes me in. His throat bobs, his jaw ticking wildly. With his penetrative gaze on me, his attention riveted to my skin, I feel seen in a way I haven’t in…in years.
It makes me bold.
Biting my lip, I let my trembling hands slide down my overheated body, enthralled by the way his dark eyes track my every movement. I palm my heaving breasts through the thin material of my sundress, wishing he’d just rip the damn thing off me. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t move or breathe, just waits. Watches.
It’s unnerving in the best way.
Thankful I skipped a bra today, I pinch my nipples and my back arches as a moan spills from my lips.
Isaac groans and cups his cock through his jeans. “Sweetheart.” He shakes his head, but he doesn’t stop palming himself. If anything, he squeezes harder. “I don’t—” He breaks off, swallowing thickly.
Abandoning my breasts, I tug my dress higher, knowing the light’s casting a soft glow between my thighs. I can feel the wet spot on my panties growing with every second and I want him to know how turned on I am for him. How wild he’s making me feel.
