Page 23 of Zade (Den of Sin)

“I thought you’d take me to a room.”

He chuckles with fury, “I paid fifty thousand dollars for that tight virgin pussy. I’m going to get my money’s worth but not here. Where I’m taking you, no one will hear you scream. And baby girl, you will fucking scream for me.”

I just sit staring at him unable to form any words. This is a side of Zade I’ve never seen before. I should be afraid but I’m not. He’s silent on the drive to where I don’t know. I realize he’s taking me back to his house as everything begins to look familiar. As he pulls into the driveway he says, “One night, Amira. This is it. Never again. This is my excuse. My reason for letting myself have what I want so fucking desperately. ”

“Okay,” I agree even though I don’t want to but I’ll take what I can get. One night is better than zero. I follow him inside, he tosses his key on the end table in the front room, turns to me, his eyes blazing, grabs my throat, and pushes me against the wall, his eyes drop to my lips with a groan, “I want to be a good man, the kind that will stay away from his stepdaughter because it’s fucking sick. I’m barely hanging onto this tiny amount of self-control. I’m disgusting, I know that. Still, I can’t stop thinking about being buried in your sweet little cunt.”

Zade slams his lips to mine, I melt into him as he slides his tongue against mine, causing me to whimper into his mouth. I grab his shirt, holding him against me, his hard cock presses against my stomach, his kiss is hot and erotic, unlike any I’ve had before. He pulls away, and both of us breathe heavily, he moves to my neck and devours my flesh with licks, bites, and soft kisses.

“I won’t be your happy ending. I’ll be your greatest tragedy. Your biggest regret. Tell me to stop.”

I moan loudly, “No.”

“Baby girl, last chance. Tell me to stop before I fucking ruin you.”

He stares at me waiting for me to tell him to stop but I never will, “Ruin me, Daddy. Touch me. Possess me. Own me. I’m yours.”

His chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths, “Go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me.”

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Zade

I watch her walk upstairs in that skimpy lingerie, those black thigh-highs and heels are threatening to destroy me. Fuck. My cock is so hard, I’m afraid I’ll explode with just a touch from those little hands on me. I know she thinks fifty thousand was a lot of money for her but she has no idea. I would’ve paid any amount. Not only to prevent another man from getting his hands on her but because I’m fucking dying for her. I crave her on a level I don’t understand. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, desire licking at me to a point I can’t fucking focus on anything. Am I going to go upstairs and fuck my stepdaughter? Fuck. I am. Knowing this is wrong doesn’t make it feel less right. If I’m going to hell, I will enjoy the ride.

Walking up the stairs, my heart is pounding, I swore I wouldn’t do this, but here we are. It has nothing to do with the money. Fifty thousand is a drop in the bucket for me. I should go in there and tell her to go to her room, like the disobedient fucking child she is. She would argue that she’s not a kid anymore and she’s not. Amira has turned into a gorgeous woman, one that I want with every disgusting fiber of my being. I walk into my bedroom and all the breath leaves my lungs. Amira is lying on my bed, in her lacy black lingerie, sheer black thigh-highs, and matching stilettos, her hair is splayed out around her, and those fucking eyes stare at me with pure lust and every thought of telling her to go away is out the damn window. One glance at her and once again my cock is as hard as a rod.

“You’re fucking stunning, baby girl.”

Her tits move with her heavy breaths, and her nipples press against the lace of her bra like they’re aching for my touch. I take my jacket off and lay it on the back of the chair beside the bed. Once I remove my tie I place it with my jacket and work on the buttons of my shirt, when I remove it and place it with my jacket, a moan escapes from her soft lips.

“If you’re hell-bent on doing this there will be rules. I expect you to obey me in all things. When I give you an order you will be compliant. Understood?”

She nods, “Yes.”

Arching an eyebrow I ask, “Yes what?”

She smiles sweetly, “Yes, Daddy.”

I groan from listening to her call me that. It does something potent to me. She has said it sarcastically before but this time it was sincere.

“You need a safe word.”

She shakes her head, “No I don’t. I want you to do anything you want to me.”

I glare at her, “What did I just tell you? I expect your obedience. You’re a fucking virgin, Amira. You need a safe word. When you use it I will stop everything that I’m doing. I guarantee you will need it. You have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. Safeword. Now.”

I strip out of my pants along with my boxers as I wait for a response. Once I’m naked I climb over her, placing my hands on either side of her, I growl, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I run my nose from her collarbone up to her ear, inhaling her sweet scent, “Then pick a safeword. I will not touch you without one.”

“Peanut Butter,” she blurts out and it takes everything in me to not laugh. I bite her bottom lip, making her whimper, “If you cry, say no, I won’t stop. The words peanut butter are the only way I’ll stop. This is only for tonight, Amira. Tomorrow everything goes back to the way it was. Until then I’m going to get my fill of you.”

She reaches up and runs her trembling fingers over my chest, her touch feels like relief. The way when you're in excruciating pain and it suddenly subsides. Amira eases the ache of the loneliness I’ve experienced for far too long. I can never give her what she needs, it’ll never be enough. Yet for tonight, I’ll be selfish and welcome the reprieve.

I hold myself up with one hand on the mattress beside her head, and stroke her cheek with my free hand, running my thumb over her soft skin, “Tell me you understand this is only one night. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I can’t give you more than one night. We can never be more than tonight. This might be a disaster.”

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