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With a wave of her hand, she makes it clear that she isn’t interested in what I mean. Christine slowly walks around the edge of the desk until she’s only a few inches from me. “Even if I was the only one dressed like this—and believe me, I’m not—you can’t tell me what to do anymore,” she announces with a smug look on her face.
But that’s where she’s wrong. I don’t tell her what to do because I’m her stepfather or professor. I tell her what to do because she likes it. I see it in the way her nostrils flare when I give her a command. I see it when I threaten to spank her for being a brat, and her eyes darken with lust. I can, and will, tell her what to do as often as I like.
“That’s where you’re wrong,dolcezza.” I close the gap between us, bringing my hand to her throat and wrapping my fingers around her soft, delicate neck.
Christine reaches up to grab my wrist. I am only a couple of inches taller than her, but she is all curves and femininity, while I am fueled by rage and desire; my strength easily overpowers hers. “Nic,” she pleads, her confident defiance dissipating in the face of my dominance.
“That’s right, say my name.” If I tightened my grip, she wouldn’t be able to say anything at all. It’s a fantasy right now, but one day I’ll do it. One day, I’ll steal the breath from her lungs while I’m thrusting deep inside of her, and she’ll pop off like a rocket.
“We can’t do this.” Her words are beautifully desperate, but they fall on deaf ears.
I’ve waited for this day since she turned eighteen. We’re finally away from her family, away from everyone back home who knew about our prior relationship. It is just her and I at Blackmore;this is our fresh start. I don’t have to pretend not to want her. I don’t have to act like she’sjustmy stepdaughter.
“But wecando this, sweetheart. We can finally indulge in our desires.”
She fights me, struggling against the tight collar my hand makes around her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I’m so close that I can feel her warm breath against my chest. If I lean in a little closer, I could graze her lips with mine and indulge in our first kiss. “Don’t lie to me,dolcezza. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. You want me as badly as I want you.”
Christine shakes her head, swearing the opposite. “That’s not true.”
I’m tired of fighting her; I’m tired of fighting fate. My father arranged for me to marry Caterina Lucatello five years ago. She died and left me with her daughter. This was our destiny; this was always where I was meant to be. “I have waited a lifetime for you, Christine. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you’re mine now.”
Christine’s bottom lip quivers. “Nic, no. Don’t do this; it can’t be undone.”
“Good.” I sew up the chasm between us by pressing my mouth against hers and taste my stepdaughter for the first time. I have waited an eternity for this moment, and I can no longer hold back. I surrender to my desires and savor the sweetness of our first kiss.
As I drag my tongue across her lower lip, exploring its contours, she tilts her head ever so slightly in acceptance. She tastes likesunshine after a thunderstorm, like lying in bed after a long day, like a tall glass of water when it’s hot outside. My longing for her is impossible to resist.
Christine’s eyes close in anticipation as she parts her lips, our tongues dancing against one another with wild abandon. Desperate for more of her, I delve deeper into the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as my free hand moves down to cup her ass through her shorts. She gasps into my mouth as she grinds against my hand involuntarily. I groan, lost in the sensation of having her body pressed against mine.
But the kiss is over all too soon, and it leaves us both wanting more. I’m forced to pull away to stop myself from taking more than she’s willing to offer. This is just an amuse-bouche; the main course is still to come.
“I know you’ve been with other boys, Christine.” I’ve listened to her late-night calls with her best friend, detailing every moment of the time she lost her virginity. I’ve seen her kissing other guys and letting them feel her up in the parking lot at the high school. I know she’s no pristine virgin. “You let an inexperienced teenage boy pop your cherry, and maybe you’ve been with other boys since. I don’t know, and I don’t care. You’re with me now,dolcezza, and I’m not some two-pump chump that’s going to leave you wanting more. I’m the man that’s going to fuck you until your legs are shaking with pleasure.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I see defiance melt into desire. “Nic, we can’t do this,” she repeats. But under her disapproving tone is deep-seated yearning; Christine wants this as much as I do.
I toss her arguments to the wind; I forget she ever gave voice to them. “You called me dad when I was married to your mother. By the end of the year, you’ll be calling me Daddy.”
Christine’s breath catches in her throat as a pink stain of carnality spreads across her cheeks and creeps down her neck. “Nic,” she pleads once more, one final petition before she gives in.
“Keep saying my name like that, sweetheart, and I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming it.”
Chapter 3
Christine
Back in the dorm, sitting opposite Kaye, I try to put into perspective what I just went through with Niccolo.
“He’s a sick and twisted man. That’s what you’re thinking, right?”
Kaye has a textbook on her lap and a highlighter in her hand. Even though it’s the first day of school, she’s studying. Her eyes scan across the page in rapt attention. “Yeah,” she mumbles, “terrible.”
With a heavy sigh of frustration, I correct her. “Twisted, Kaye, he’s twisted.”
I snatch a second of her attention as she looks up from the textbook. Her eyes are wild, as if I pulled her from another dimension. “What?” She asks with a frown. “What happened?”
I would be surprised if she remembered anything I told her in the last twenty minutes. “Nothing,” I grumble. It’s probably a good thing she didn’t hear me. I don’t need her, or anyone else, recalling that I didn’t deny my stepfather’s accusation that I’m sexually attracted to him. “How are you?”
