SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I wandered downstairs hours later, after a long shower that did nothing to wash away the ache between my thighs or the memory of his mouth on me. The house was quiet again, the kind of heavy silence that follows a storm. I found him in the study off the main hallway, a room I had never been allowed in as a child.

Cassian sat at a wide oak desk, fresh from the shower, hair still damp and curling at the ends, wearing only loose gray sweatpants that rode low on his hips. The laptop screen cast blue light across the sharp planes of his chest and the shadowed lines of his abs. He was focused, clicking through folders, the soft clink of keys the only sound.

I hovered in the doorway, suddenly shy in the oversized sweater I had stolen from his closet. It smelled like him, cedar and smoke, and hung to mid-thigh.

He glanced up, eyes softening.

“Come here.”

I crossed the room slowly, bare feet silent on the rug. When I was close enough, he pushed the chair back, caught my wrist, and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. I straddled him, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips, the sweater riding up to expose the fact I wore nothing underneath but a pair of his boxer briefs I had borrowed.

He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen.

“What are you working on?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He brushed my damp hair over one shoulder, lips grazing the nape of my neck.

“You have to see this.”

He clicked play.

The screen filled with us.

The living room couch, firelight flickering over bare skin. Me, sprawled back, legs open, head thrown back in a silent cry. Cassian above me, moving slow and deep, every muscle in his back flexing with each thrust. The camera angle was perfect, high and slightly to the side, catching the way my breasts bounced, the way my nails raked down his shoulders, the exact moment I shattered around him.

My breath stopped.

The sound came through the laptop speakers, raw and unfiltered: my broken moan when he first entered me, his low groan when I clenched around him, the wet slap of bodies, the creak of the couch beneath us. It was filthy and beautiful and utterly unmistakable.

I couldn’t look away.

On screen, Cassian pulled out at the last second, stroked himself once, twice, and came across

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my stomach in thick, pulsing ropes while I watched, lips parted, chest heaving.

Real-life Cassian pressed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.

“Do you like it?” he murmured against my skin.

I turned my head, cheeks burning. “Why did you record it?”

His hands settled on my hips, thumbs tracing slow arcs.

“Because everything beautiful deserves to be immortalized,” he said simply. “And you, Ivy, when you come for me, are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

His right hand slid down my thigh, fingers slipping beneath the loose waistband of the borrowed briefs. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, and when his fingertips found my clit I jolted, a soft whimper escaping before I could stop it.

“Shh,” he soothed, circling slowly, lazily, like we had all the time in the world. “Watch.”

On screen, past-me was still trembling through the aftershocks, past-Cassian lowering himself to kiss me slow and deep, tasting himself on my tongue.

Real Cassian matched the rhythm, feather-light strokes over my clit that made my hips rock forward involuntarily. He kissed the back of my neck, open-mouthed, teeth grazing the sensitive spot that made me shiver.

“Look at you,” he whispered, breath hot against my ear. “Look how perfectly you take me.’

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I moaned, low and broken, unable to help it. The video version of me arched into his kiss, greedy and wrecked, while the real me ground down against his fingers, chasing the pressure that was building again, slow and relentless.

He slipped one finger inside me, then two, curling just right, thumb still circling my clit. My head fell back against his shoulder, eyes half-lidded on the screen where past-Cassian was painting my skin with his release.

“Cassian,” I gasped, the sound swallowed by another kiss to my throat.

“I know,” he murmured. “I know exactly what you need.”

He kept the pace torturously slow, drawing it out making me feel every second of the video while his fingers worked me higher. My thighs trembled. My nipples tightened against the soft cotton of the sweater. I clutched his forearm, nails digging in, desperate for more and terrified of how much I wanted it.

On screen, the video version of me reached down to touch where he had marked me, fingers spreading him across my stomach like I wanted to keep him there forever.

Real-me whimpered, hips bucking against his hand.

“Please,” I breathed.

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He pressed harder, fingers thrusting deeper, thumb relentless, until the pleasure crested sharp and sudden. I came with a choked cry, clenching around his fingers, wave after wave crashing through me while the video kept playing, our recorded moans blending with the ones spilling from my throat now.

He held me through it, kissing my neck, my shoulder, my jaw, murmuring soft praises I couldn’t quite hear over the blood roaring in my ears.

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