SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

The shoot started innocently enough.

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Cassian had Everett on the seamless paper, low lights carving shadows across his lean, sculpted body. He posed him first standing, arms loose, head tilted back, throat exposed like an offering. Then on the bench, one knee up, hands resting casually between his thighs, framing the heavy length of him without shame. Cassian moved around him with the camera, voice calm, clinical.

“Chin down, Everett. Good. Let the light catch the line of your hip. Perfect.”

Everett obeyed every command flawlessly, but his eyes stayed on me.

I stood behind Cassian, holding a reflector I didn’t need, trying to disappear into the black walls. Every time Cassian shifted, Everett’s gaze followed, sliding over me like oil. Hot. Possessive. Patient.

I felt it on my throat, my chest, lower. My skin prickled under the sweater, nipples tightening against my will. I kept my arms crossed, but it didn’t help. He knew. He could see the flush crawling up my neck, the way I kept shifting my weight.

I lasted twenty minutes.

“I need the bathroom,” I muttered.

Cassian glanced over, eyes narrowing slightly, reading me in a second. He nodded once.

“Go.”

I fled.

The hallway bathroom was cold and bright after the studio’s heat. I locked the door, turned the tap on full, and splashed water on my face until my cheeks stung. My reflection stared back, wild-eyed, lips swollen, pupils blown.

I couldn’t

tasted.

go

back. I couldn’t stand there while Everett looked at me like he already knew how I

But I had no choice.

I dried my hands, took a shaky breath, and opened the door.

He was waiting.

Everett leaned against the opposite wall, still naked, arms crossed, cock half-hard and impossible to ignore. The second I stepped out, he straightened.

I tried to dart past him.

His hand shot out, fingers clamping around my waist, yanking me back so fast I stumbled.

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Before I could scream, he pushed me into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind us.

“Let go-“I started, shoving at his chest.

He didn’t. He spun me, back slamming against the wall, one hand pinning both my wrists above my head. The other went straight to my breast, squeezing hard through the sweater.

I gasped, shock and fury exploding in my chest.

“Get off-

He squeezed again, rougher, thumb finding my nipple and rolling it viciously. Pain and pleasure twisted together so fast my knees buckled.

“Shh,” he whispered, mouth brushing my ear. “You’ll like this.”

His hand shoved under my sweater, under my bra, palm hot against bare skin. He cupped me fully, fingers digging in, kneading like he owned me. My nipple was trapped between his knuckles, twisted just enough to make me cry out

Then he yanked the sweater up to my neck, bra following, exposing me completely.

Cool air hit my breasts a second before his mouth descended.

He didn’t start gentle.

His lips closed over my left nipple and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking fast and merciless. The pull was so strong it bordered on pain, shooting lightning straight to my clit. I arched against the wall, a broken moan tearing from my throat before I could stop it.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against my skin, switching to the other breast.

He took it deeper, teeth scraping, tongue swirling, sucking like he was trying to leave a permanent mark. My nipple throbbed in his mouth, swollen and wet, aching with every pull. He bit down lightly, just enough to make me sob, then soothed it with long, slow licks that had my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

I should have fought.

I should have screamed.

Instead my hands fisted in his hair, not pushing Him away, holding him there while he devoured me. Each suck sent a pulse between my legs, each scrape of teeth made me wetter, until I was panting, trembling, lost in the filthy, perfect torture of his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to look.

My breasts glistened, red and swollen, nipples dark and ruined. He stared like a man who had just claimed territory.

Then he smiled, slow and triumphant, and let my sweater fall back into place.

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