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I spread her legs with my hand, moving it between her thighs. She was so wet, so eager for me. I pushed my finger through her juices, and a sweet moan escaped her lips. In the meantime, I unbuckled my belt and undid my fly, freeing my hard cock from my pants. I gathered her hair into a ponytail with my hand and pulled her head back, causing her back to arch as I entered her, rough, deep. A louder moan escaped her luscious lips for which I had sinful plans right after I took her the way she wanted.
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“You’re late,” My father’s stern voice rumbled through the hallway as Melanie and I entered his mansion. “What took you so long?” He frowned, stopping a few steps in front of me.
“You know.” I cleared my throat, barely hiding the amusement. “Traffic.”
Melanie’s cheeks flushed a cute shade of red, giving away we had spent the last two hours in a delightfully wicked way.
“Traffic,” he said, nodding. “Obviously.”
“Ah, finally!” Elena sauntered in our direction, a charming smile on her face. Her black chin-length hair was tucked behind her ear, and her lips were painted a carmine red. She wore a black silk dress with sleeves reaching her elbows and a silky red belt around her waist, matching the shade of her lipstick. As per usual, her outfit was complemented with golden jewelry. My father also wore formal clothing: a black shirt, a gray vest, and a carmine-red tie. Melanie and I weren’t dressed so formally but not casually either. I wore a shirt with a few buttons left undone, just the way I liked it the most, and Melanie wore a stunning teal blue, as she called it, dress with semilong sleeves and her blonde waves falling down her revealed arms. She looked ravishing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
“Hi, dear. I’m Elena.” She extended her hand toward Melanie. “Shane’s stepmom,” she added as the ladies shook hands.
“Good evening, Mrs. Vergoossen. Thank you for the invitation,” Melanie said, her tone warm and polite.
“The pleasure is all ours.” Elena smiled broadly. “Let’s all get on a first-name basis, shall we?”
“An excellent idea, my love. I like to keep things straightforward,” Karl commented, his voice toneless.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elena.” Melanie sounded timid, but she handled it all so well. She peeked at my father, slightly intimidated. “Karl.”
“Make yourself at home, Melanie.” My father nodded at Melanie before switching his attention to his wife. “Darling, could you please accompany Miss Atwood? I have to steal my son for a moment. We have to talk about some boring business stuff.” He gave me a stern look. “In private.”
“Of course, my love.” Elena smiled. She knew her way around my father. “Melanie, please follow me. We’ll be dining on the patio. I’ll show you the garden while we wait for our men to join us.”
“I’ll be right there. I promise you’re in good hands,” I whispered to Melanie, and she gave me a comforting smile. She turned to my stepmother, and they walked down the hallway, chatting like they’d known each other for ages. I was calm about Melanie. I knew Elena was easy to get along with, warmhearted, and considerate.
“Follow me,” my father said in a flat tone.
I rolled my eyes, prepared for this conversation I’d been expecting, and followed him to his office.
“CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU,” Karl rasped, staring at me coldly. He sat back in his plush leather armchair, his arms on both sides of the richly padded armrests with stylish redwood accents matching his sophisticated wooden desk. Black velvet curtains were covering the massive west-wing window. I closed the door and took a seat in front of him on an upholstered caramel leather chair. We exchanged stern gazes before he spoke in a tone as emotionless as his facial expression. “Knowing you, son, I thought you just wanted to bang her.”
I clenched my jaw, trying to stay poised. He was testing my patience, but I’d known better.
“But over time, I’ve started to believe that you want something more than just sex from her.”
I did not respond. I stared into his empty eyes, my face unreadable.
“Tell me, Shane. Tell me I’m wrong.” He stood from his chair, leaning against the redwood top of his vintage desk. “Tell me we’re still on the same team, son.”
I heaved a deep sigh, tilting my head to the side. “Have I ever failed you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“Then trust me and let me do my job.”
He let out a heavy breath before straightening up. “Very well. I hope you know what you’re doing because I wouldn’t want to be your enemy, son.”
