SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

I stumbled through my apartment door just after midnight, still tasting the library on my tongue: dust, paper, and Cassian’s mouth between my thighs. I locked the deadbolt, dropped my bag, and went straight to the shower. The water came out scalding. I stood under it with my eyes closed, trying to burn him off my skin.

But the second the darkness hit behind my eyelids, I was back between the stacks: his shoulders forcing my legs apart, his tongue drawing that helpless moan from me while I clutched his hair like a lifeline. My eyes snapped open. I scrubbed harder, until my skin was pink and raw, but the ache between my legs only grew.

I didn’t understand why he kept coming back.

What more could he possibly want from me?

The next day was my day off. Sarah dragged me to our old favorite café on Elm Street, the one with the mismatched chairs and the best lavender lattes in the city. It was packed, Saturday brunch crowd, laughter and clinking cups everywhere. For a little while it felt normal. Sarah babbled about seating charts and whether peonies or ranunculus were more “her,” and I smiled in all the right places.

Halfway through my second latte, the pressure in my bladder became impossible to ignore. “Be right back,” I told her, sliding out of the booth.

The barista winced. “Our restroom’s out of order. There’s a public one right next door, though. Super clean, I promise.”

I hesitated, but biology won. I grabbed my coat and slipped out.

The public restroom was tucked into the side of the building, a small brick structure with two stalls and a flickering fluorescent light. It was empty, quiet except for the hum of the vent. I picked the larger stall, locked the door, and had just finished washing my hands when I reached for the latch.

The door flew open before I could turn it.

Cassian.

He pushed me back inside with one hand, slammed the door shut with the other, and flipped the lock. His mouth was on mine before I could scream, hard, desperate, tasting like coffee and possession.

I shoved at his chest. “What the hell-”

He didn’t let me finish. His hands went straight for my breasts, cupping them through my sweater, thumbs finding my nipples with terrifying accuracy. He squeezed, rolled, pinched just hard enough to make my knees buckle. A helpless moan slipped out before I could stop it.

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He knew exactly where I was weakest.

I gripped his coat, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer.

“You can fight,” he growled against my lips, “or you can come. Your choice.”

He spun me, pressed my front to the cool tile wall, and yanked my leggings and panties down in one rough motion. They caught at my knees. Cold air hit my skin; I heard his zipper, the rustle of a condom wrapper.

Then he was behind me, one hand splayed across my stomach, the other guiding himself to my entrance.

I was already soaked.

He pushed in with one long, relentless thrust, filling me so suddenly I cried out, the sound echoing off the tile. He clamped a hand over my mouth, forearm braced across my chest, pinning me to him.

“Quiet,” he rasped in my ear. “Unless you want the whole café to hear how good I fuck you.”

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard enough that my palms slapped the wall for balance. Again. Again. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs, drove every thought from my head except more, deeper, please.

His hand left my mouth and slid down between my legs, fingers circling my clit in tight, ruthless strokes. I bit my lip until I tasted blood to keep from screaming.

He fucked me like punishment and prayer at once deep, grinding, relentless. The stall rattled with every thrust, the metal walls amplifying the wet slap of skin on skin.

I came first, sudden and brutal, clenching around him so hard my vision went white. A strangled moan tore out of me; he swallowed it with a kiss over my shoulder, teeth scraping my neck.

He followed seconds later, hips jerking, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan against my spine.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like a dying insect.

Slowly he pulled out, turned me, and kissed me soft and slow, tasting tears I hadn’t realized were falling.

“I’m nowhere near done with you, little girl,” he whispered against my swollen lips.

He zipped up, unlocked the door, and walked out without looking back.

I stood there, leggings around my knees, his release dripping down my thigh, staring at the graffiti-scratched wall.

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Somewhere outside, Sarah was waiting with wedding magazines and lavender lattes, completely unaware that twenty feet away I had just been fucked senseless in a public restroom by the man I swore I was finished with.

I cleaned myself up with shaking hands, fixed my clothes, and walked back to the café on legs that barely worked.

Sarah smiled when I sat down.

“You okay? You look flushed.”

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