Page 13 of Step-Crush (Wanting What's Wrong)

Bijou tenses under my grip, her soft ass against the hard-on that’s thickening down my thigh, the scent of her arousal making me salivate.

“I assure you, she will.”

Another nod and the doors slide shut as I poke the single button on the panel marked with a ‘P’ and it whizzes upward, not stopping until we reach the fiftieth floor.

The elevator dings and stops, the doors sliding open, and I unclamp her mouth, leading her by the back of the neck inside the foyer of the residence I have occupied since I moved out of the home where we lived together for those formative years.

She fights her way out of my grip, or that’s what I let her think. She tears across the black marble floor to the other side of the five thousand square foot living room, a wall of windows behind her overlooking the windows of the city that glint and shimmer in the midday sun.

She skitters to an unsteady stop on her bare feet, knees slightly bent like a wrestler ready for the match to start. A single streak of mud up her cheek, flecked with a green grass stain, looks like warpaint as she blows a tendril of hair from her lips.

“What’s the play here, Little Lamb?” Watching her run, even that short distance, is only fueling the monster inside of me. “I like to play chase. You should know that by now. I’ve chased down bigger fish than you more times than I can count. Pretty sure you also know how that ended for them.”

“Why are you being such a lunatic? I told you already, I’ll retract what I said. Just let me go, I won’t say anything.”

“Of course you won't. That’s not an incentive.” I see her swallow. The little wheels in her head turning. The penthouse is a canvas of white except for the sleek, black floors. Perfect for defiling my soon-to-be wife. Teaching her what family loyalty means with a good hard fuck. “Next time you run, it better be more than across the room. I can’t wait to run your ass down and pin you in the dirt again. Fuck you right there in the mud like a brat. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Makes you wet thinking about it.”

The way the flush creeps up her chest and she shivers, I’d say that’s a yes.

“Mom said you were a horrible man.”

I offer a shrug. “I wasn’t so horrible when I saved her. Protected her. Married her to keep you both safe. But none of that matters to me. There’s only one thing you should know. To you, I’ll be God.”

She rolls her eyes as I step her way, scooting around the pair of white chairs, trailing a hand along the back of the matching ten-foot white sofa. I had the entire place redecorated in the last week. I wanted everything new and white.

When I found out about her talking to that FBI fucker, coupled with the numbers coming in from her doctor, I put my plan into action. It was the perfect storm and I am here to ride it out come what may.

I want every white surface filthy with what I will do to her. Forever, I will remember how I took my stepdaughter on every piece of furniture and up against every white wall, making her dirty against the pure white backdrop of this, our honeymoon suite, so to speak.

“So, you think you’re going to be able to keep me here forever?” Her chest rises and falls as she eyes me, a flicker of something passing over her face when her gaze gets to my crotch where my dick is tenting out my slacks like a thick log of petrified wood.

“Of course. Well, maybe not hereallthe time. That would be silly. We will go other places, Bijou,” I shake my head, “but if you are entertaining the idea that I will ever let you go, you shouldn’t.”

“I’ll run. Any chance I get.”

Her twined hands clasp onto each other as I sigh, her fingers lacing together, knuckles white. She worries her bottom lip before her shoulders fall in defeat.

The beast inside me roars. “God, I hope so. Anytime you run it will end with my dick inside you somewhere, baby. That, you can count on. Now, we’re wasting time. I have a big afternoon planned for us.”

I close the space between us, but she stands her ground but doesn’t bolt again. Part of me is disappointed, but the practical part knows we have things to do and a schedule to keep.

“Please—” she starts as I tug my knife out, her eyes turning round.

“Pull up your dress and turn around.” I urge her to comply with a flick of the blade toward her hands. “Do as you are told and I’ll untie your hands. I’m not an unreasonable man, Bijou. I will reward you for good behavior, but I will also punish you when you disobey.”

Her fingers twitch, and I give her a moment as I lean down to bury my face against her neck. Her hair is a tangled mess, highlighted with mud as well as a few sprigs of dried grass and small leaves. I breathe her in, my dick throbbing as the urge to sink inside her and set my seed home burns in my veins.

“Lift. It. Up,” I order. “Do as Daddy says,” I add, letting her know who I will be for her from this day forward.

That seems to unlock her from her frozen state. Her quivering fingers pinch the ruffled hem of her dirty white dress and lift, exposing her bare pussy the hush of dark curls just decorating the top of her mound.

I run the point of the knife down her sternum, hearing her draw a shaky breath.

“You did what you were told,” I say, tapping the flat of the blade on top of her breast. “Thata girl. That earns you a reward.”

I rub the cold steel point over the fabric circling one of her hard nipples, while I work the knot of my tie around her wrists, freeing them.

“Thank you,” she sighs on a tired exhale.

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