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“Daddy, I want you to treat me like your perfect little cumdumpster, please fill me up, Daddy, please?—”

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he pumped his hips inside me in uncontrolled movement, and I felt jet after jet of his seed fillme up. He pinched my clit once—tight and fast, and with one final scream, I orgasmed right after him, blacking out from the overwhelming pleasure.

When I came to, he was still inside me, but he was holding me on his lap, kissing my neck and stroking my hair as he hummed again. His cock was still hard. Waves of aftershocks moved through me, and I clenched around him.

“More?” he chuckled.

I could only moan in response.

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Let me hold you some more. I’ve wanted you in my arms for as long as I’ve known you, and I’m not passing up the chance now.”

He rocked me in his lap, humming again.

I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.

The sweetness of his earlier confession settled in me. I, too, settled, this time against him, feeling safe and cared for for the first time in a very, very long time.

But soon I was grinding on top of him, a whine low in my throat. “Daddy?—”

“Yes, baby,” he crooned, lifting me up and lowering me onto his hard length. I felt full and sore and so, so right, even though a distant part of me was crying out that this was wrong, wrong, wrong.

17

MASON

Iwas going to hell. And I didn’t even fucking care.

Because if I was going to hell, I was dragging Leslie with me. Wherever I went, she was joining. That was non-negotiable. I’d have to buy two first class tickets, because here was the simple truth:

I’d just fucked my stepsister.

I’d taken—no—stolenher virginity from her.

And all I felt was satisfied.

I didn’t think I was at the same sociopathic levels as Jack Feldman, but I also didn’t feel any guilt over what I’d done, and that was more than mildly concerning. Still, I had zero regrets—not after fucking Leslie for hours, and certainly not now, with her safely asleep in my arms. Especially not when she let out a sigh and snuggled closer. I used to hate cuddling; with Leslie, I couldn’t get enough of her soft sweetness. It made something go tight in my chest, then release.

Mine.

Although it couldn’t be this simple. Sure, she was purring contentedly like a kitten, now, I’d just had the best sex of my life, and my balls had finally released what felt like a year’s worth of come. But when Leslie woke up and the Vixen wore off, she’d realize what I’d done. Shame would swamp her, and anger, and I could lose her when I’d finally, finally gotten a taste of her.

A lesser man would be fucking terrified of the coming fallout.

I wasn’t a lesser man.

I didn’t know how to prevent the freak out. It was valid for her to be pissed that I’d taken the decision away from her, I recognized that much. I wasn’t some dickwad who would lie to myself about whether or not I’d taken advantage of her. She hadn’t truly consented to this. She wasn’t at fault here; I was. I just didn’t care. She shouldn’t feel guilt; I couldn’t. I was incapable of it.

It was the encroaching shame she’d feel that wasn’t valid. She’d hate that she slept with her stepbrother, and I wasn’t sure how to convince her that we hadn’t done anything wrong—or at least she hadn’t. That we could be together going forward. We were adults, and only related by marriage. Whatever our parents and society thought now, they’d get over it.

Part of me wanted to kidnap her, take her away somewhere, some deserted island where it was just the two of us and no one could get to her or convince her that being with me was a bad idea.

But I couldn’t do that. For one thing, I didn’thavea deserted island. For another, Leslie was the sort of butterfly that needed light, sunshine, and other people. I’d isolated her once; I wouldn’t do it again. I didn’t know where that left us, but I knew I wasn’t letting her go.

Not a chance in hell.

I did, however, need to give her everything she could ever want to make up for my sins. She deserved that much.

I gently shook her awake. “Butterfly.”

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