SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Everett left an hour later, coat buttoned, smile polite, like he hadn’t just had my nipple between his teeth twenty minutes ago. Cassian saw him out, voice calm, laughing at some shared joke I didn’t hear. When the door closed, the silence felt louder than any scream.

Cassian found me in the living room, arms wrapped around myself, still tasting Everett’s mouth on my skin.

“Come with me,” he said quietly, taking my hand

He led me through the glass doors at the back of the house to the covered deck where the jacuzzi steamed in the cold afternoon air. Snow had started falling again, soft fat flakes melting the instant they touched the bubbling water.

He didn’t ask. He simply undressed me: sweater lifted over my head, bra unhooked and dropped, leggings peeled down my shaking legs along with my panties. Every piece of clothing fell to the wooden slats like shed armor. When I was naked, goosebumps racing over my skin, he guided me down the steps into the heat.

The water closed over me like a blanket, up to my collarbones, jets pulsing against my back and thighs. Cassian stripped quickly and followed, settling behind me, pulling me between his spread legs so my back rested against his chest.

For a long time we just breathed, steam rising around us, snowflakes hissing as they died on the surface.

Eventually I found my voice.

“Who is he, really?”

Cassian’s arms tightened around my waist.

“Everett’s an old friend’s son. We’ve known each other since he was in college. He’s one of my best clients, books me every season. His family villa is twenty minutes up the lake. He invited us to dinner tonight. Casual thing, a few people, good wine.”

I stiffened.

“I’m not going.”

“Ivy-”

“I only came here for the money you promised,” said, the lie tasting bitter. “I’m not part of your world. I’m not doing dinner with him after” My voice cracked.

Cassian’s hands slid up my wet stomach, cupping my breasts from behind, thumbs brushing over nipples still tender and swollen from another man’s mouth. I closed my eyes, shame and want colliding.

“It’s just dinner,” he murmured against my ear, lips tracing the shell. “One night. You’ll be on

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my arm the whole time. No one touches you but me.”

His palms kneaded gently, soothing and claiming at once. I should have pulled away. Instead I sank deeper into him, head falling back against his shoulder.

But when I shut my eyes, it wasn’t Cassian’s hands I felt.

Everett’s face flashed behind my lids: green eyes wicked smile, the brutal pull of his mouth on my breast, the way I had moaned instead of screamed.

I shuddered.

Cassian felt it. His grip tightened.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered.

He turned me in the water, lifting me so I straddled his lap, knees sinking into the bench on either side of his hips. Hot water lapped at my waist. His cock was already hard, pressing thick and insistent against my belly.

He kissed me slow at first, coaxing, licking the shame from my tongue until I was kissing him back, desperate, hungry. His hands never left my breasts, rolling my nipples between wet fingers, tugging just enough to make me gasp into his mouth.

“Cassian-“}

“I’ve got you,” he growled, and lifted me higher.

One hand slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance. He didn’t thrust yet, just rubbed the head through my folds, slow, teasing circles around my clit until I was rocking against him, chasing friction.

“Please,” I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

He pushed in with one long, deliberate stroke, stretching me open, filling me so completely I cried out. The water made everything slick, buoyant, perfect.

He held me there, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust, letting the heat and the pulse of the jets work me higher.

Then he started to move.

Slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. Water sloshed over the edge with every thrust. His mouth found my breast again, sucking hard, tongue flicking the nipple in time with his cock driving into me.

I moaned, loud and broken, head thrown back, snowflakes melting on my hot skin.

“Harder,” I begged.

He gave me harder.

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Hands gripping my ass, he lifted and slammed me down onto him, over and over, water churning white around us. Each thrust sent waves crashing against the tub walls, steam rising in clouds. His teeth grazed my collarbone, my throat, the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

I was close already, embarrassingly fast, the angle perfect, his pelvis grinding against my clit with every stroke.

He knew.

He always knew.

“Come for me, Ivy,” he rasped, voice raw. “Let me feel it.”

He sucked my nipple into his mouth again, hard and relentless, and thrust deep at the same

moment.

I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me, violent and endless, clenching around him in pulsing waves. I screamed his name, back arching, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.

He followed seconds later, pulling out at the last second, coming in thick, hot pulses across my stomach and breasts, water washing it away almost instantly.

We clung together, panting, trembling, the jacuzzi jets still pounding against our oversensitive skin.

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