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Charlotte’s POVSebastian had been avoiding me for days, but I wasn’t giving up, especially not after Mom ditched our mother-daughter career day for another business meeting, leaving me alone with the man I was obsessed with.That alone made me want Sebastian even more.The career day event was packed with parents and students. I wore my school uniform on the outside, but underneath I had followed my friends’ tips perfectly. I wore tiny lace panties that barely covered anything and a push-up bra that made my breasts look fuller. Every time Sebastian looked at me, I made sure he noticed. During the presentations, I accidentally brushed my hand against his thigh under the table. I leaned close and whispered, “I’m so wet thinking about you bending me over one of these desks, Daddy.”His jaw tightened. His hand gripped my knee hard for a second before he pulled away. We were in the public so he couldn’t do so much.I saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me. But he still fought it, keep

Sebastian’s POVStacy asked me to take Charlotte to her mother-daughter career day because she was too busy to do so, not knowing I’d spent the night before stroking my cock to the memory of fucking her daughter next door.I sat in my office, staring at the laptop screen without seeing anything. My mind kept replaying the same scene, Charlotte bent over my bed, my thick cock buried deep inside her tight pussy while Stacy slept just one room away. The way she squirted. The way she whispered “Daddy” when I choked her. My cock was rock hard again just thinking about it.I rubbed my face, trying to push the thoughts away. I had to stop this. I genuinely wanted to be better. For Stacy. For our family. For Charlotte. She was my stepdaughter, for God’s sake. My phone buzzed. Stacy.“Hey honey,” she said when I answered. Her voice sounded tired but excited. “Please don’t forget Charlotte’s mother-daughter career day, she’ll feel bad if none of us shows up. You know how it is, work comes fir

Charlotte’s POVMy pussy still throbbed from Sebastian’s cold rejection, so I told my school friends about my “older sugar daddy” without naming him.I didn’t want them to know I screwed my stepfather. I never expected that their filthy tips would make me even more dangerous at home.Lunch time at school is always a great opportunity to gist or hear some hot gist. I sat with my friends at the corner table, picking at my food while my mind kept drifting back to Sebastian’s hard cock and the way he’d walked out of the shower like I was nothing. My thighs pressed together under the table. I was still sore from our last time, my pussy can still remember our raw dogging. The hurt from the way he walked out on me sat heavy in my chest“Guys, I need some advice,” I said quietly. “There’s this older guy. Really older guy. We hooked up once and it was… intense. But now he’s avoiding me.”My friends leaned in, eyes wide. No one knew it was my stepfather. I kept that part locked tight.“Girl,

Sebastian’s POVI couldn’t stop seeing Charlotte bent over my bed with my cock buried inside her, but every time I looked at her innocent face across the dinner table, the guilt made me want to run mad. The house felt too quiet after I sent her away from the shower. I locked myself in my home office, heart still racing, cock still half-hard from the sight of her naked and dripping. Water droplets from my rushed shower clung to my skin. I sat in my chair, pants open, and wrapped my hand around my thick cock before I could talk myself out of it.“Fuck,” I groaned, stroking slowly at first. The memories hit hard. Charlotte’s tight virgin pussy clenching around me while Stacy slept next door. The way she squirted when I choked her with that stolen collar. Her soft cries of “Daddy” as I filled her with cum. My hand moved faster, slick with precum. I imagined bending her over the desk right now, spanking that soft ass red while I pounded her deep.Then I realized myself. What the hell wa

Sebastian had filled me with his cum while Mom slept next door, but the next morning he looked at me like I was poison. He was literally avoiding my eyes, my touch, and every chance to be alone with me.I woke up sore in the best way, my pussy still tender and I could still feel him inside me.The memory of him pounding me from behind while Mom breathed softly in the next room made me wet all over again. I touched the leather collar hidden under my pillow and smiled. Last night was everything. raw, risky and perfect. We fucked again without a condom. He had called me his. But when I went downstairs for breakfast, the warm glow died fast.Sebastian sat at the table in his crisp work shirt, scrolling through his phone like he had something serious he was doing. He barely looked up when I walked in. “Morning, Charlotte,” he said, voice polite and cold. No “princess.” No excitement in his eyes. I knew he was trying to keep a distance.Mom was already rushing out, she had a cup of coffe

Charlotte’s POVMom was sleeping peacefully in the next room when I finally got Sebastian to fuck me again, raw, rough, and with no mercy while pretending to be nothing more than his innocent stepdaughter by day.Sebastian’s huge cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaked pussy, stretching me wide as Stacy knocked again on the connecting door. “Sebastian? Are you okay?” Her voice sounded worried, so close it made my heart slam against my ribs. His strong hand stayed clamped over my mouth, muffling my whimpers. I was bent over the edge of his bed, ass up, collar tight around my throat, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking down my face.He froze for a second, breathing ragged against my ear. Then he pulled back and slammed into me hard and silent, the rain outside helped to silence the sound of the wet slap of our skin. “Take it, princess,” he growled low, whispering to me. “Take Daddy’s cock while your mom is right there.”I came instantly, pussy squirting around his thickness in h

Scott’s POVI sat at my desk, hands shaking so bad I could barely type. The anger from the fight with Elliot still burned in my chest like fire. He had begged me not to leave, cried in front of me, but still couldn’t say the words I needed to hear. “I love you.” Just three words. But he couldn’t do it. He never did.Those three words I wanted to hear were capable of making me want to stay but he didn’t say it. He had the keys to make me abandon every offer I had and be with me but he chose not to and he has the guts to blame me. Such a fool. I was done waiting.I pulled out my phone and texted Laurent.Scott: I’ve thought about it. I accept your offer. But for the date… give me some time. I just broke up with someone who couldn’t even tell me he loved me.The reply came fast.Laurent: I’m so sorry you went through that, Scott. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are. Come over to the hotel if you need someone to talk to. I could keep you company and ease the stress on your

Elliot’s POVI couldn’t sleep.I suddenly started feeling hot even with my A.C on. I stared at the ceiling, my mind was spinning like a storm. Scott’s words from yesterday kept echoing: “Thank you for tonight, Laurent. I really enjoyed being with you… I’ll think about what we discussed earlier.”He was leaving. After everything, after I defended him in front of my father, after I paid his debts in secret, after I kept him close to me. I opened up to him yet he’s still thinking about walking away.I cursed under my breath, fists clenched on the sheets. “That timing bastard. Says he’s staying one minute, then runs the next. After I let him in. And showed him the parts of me no one else sees.”The lion my father raised was awakened. The dark thoughts started trooping in. If I can’t have him, no one else can. I could make Laurent look bad. Spread rumors. Poison Scott’s mind against every offer. Keep him here. With me. Even if I had to step on a few toes to do it.I hated myself for thinki

Scott’s POVI stormed out of Elliot’s office with my legs still shaking and his cum filled up in my hole. My ass burned from how hard he had fucked me, bent over the desk like I was nothing but a toy he could threaten and claim. The words he’d growled still rang in my ears: “You can’t leave me. You’re mine. If I can’t have you, no one else will.”That wasn’t love. He wants to control me like I’m his property. And it scared the hell out of me. I haven’t seen this side of him.I was pissed. Totally pissed to my bone marrow. The side of Elliot I saw today, the dark possessive rage, the threats, the way he used sex to control me, reminded me too much of the dangerous stories he had told me about his father. I can’t keep doing this. No matter what, I had to choose one of the offers fast. Before I lost myself completely.Staying with Elliot felt like walking on broken glass, beautiful but dangerous. I pulled out my phone in the hallway and called Laurent with the number he had texted me ea

Elliot’s POVI watched him from across the general office floor like a hawk.Scott sat at his desk, phone in hand, face lighting up in that bright, hopeful way when someone finally gets what he’s been expecting His hazel eyes softened. A small smile tugged at his lips. He typed something quick, then put the phone down, but the glow stayed on his face.Who the fuck was texting him?Laurent? One of those fancy gallery owners offering him the world on a silver platter? Or some other rich bastard promising him freedom from all this, I mean from me?My hands clenched into fists under the desk. The beast inside me, the one I’d tried to bury since I promised not to follow my father’s footsteps, woke up snarling. If I can’t have him, no one else can. The thought came fast. I hated it. But I couldn’t stop it.I grew up in a mafia family. My father didn’t just run businesses, he owned people. He spilled blood like it was nothing. He taught me early that love was a weakness, that if you wanted

Scott’s POVThe clock on my nightstand glowed at 3:00 AM due to the alarm I set . The room was dark except for the faint city light sneaking through the curtains. Elliot lay beside me, sleeping like he had no worries in the world. His face looked softer in sleep, those beautiful eyes that got my attention were closed, tattoos peeking from under the sheet, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He looked innocent. And peaceful.I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t shut up.I stared at him, heart heavy. This man had fucked me senseless more times than I could count, held me after, then called it a mistake every single time. Yet here he was, in my bed, like he was my boyfriend. Like we were something real.My phone lay on the pillow next to me. I picked it up quietly, screen lighting up my face. Three new offers. Laurent’s full-time position in Paris with a fat salary and other juicy incentives. Another from a big New York gallery. One from a collector in London offering to fund my own

Elliot’s POVI was walking past the break area when I overheard two board members talking. “Scott McAllen might leave Zenex. Laurent’s offered him a major gallery partnership, international shows, big money, his relocation cost will also be taken care off. He’d be crazy not to take it.”My steps faltered. Scott is leaving. The thought made something inside me twist painfully. He didn’t need this job anymore. He didn’t need me. The promotion, the attention he’s been getting, the anonymous payments I’d been making, none of it mattered if he walked away.I acted indifferent in the meeting that followed, nodding coldly when someone mentioned Scott being a rising star. But inside, I was panicking. The fear was worse than anything my father had ever done to me. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not when he was the only person who made me feel something real.I left the office early and drove straight to his apartment. I didn’t even bother to call him. No warning. I just needed to see him.Scot