“What the fuck are you doing, Poppy?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I lied.
The truth was I was so aroused, and I wanted him. All it would take was a little movement on my part, and his cock would be rubbing across my stomach. Staring into his eyes, I did exactly that. I rubbed my stomach close to him, and his cock was rock hard. Alexei wanted me.
His eyes seemed to darken.
“Poppy…” He sounded like he was giving me a warning, and that just turned me on even more.
I was playing with fire, but for some reason, I didn’t care. It was like everything I had ever wanted from him was right there at the surface, not about to surrender. “What’s the matter, Alexei? Do you still want to be my stepdaddy?” I asked, knowing it was kind of wrong, but still hot all in the same breath. I had never seen Alexei as a father and I never would.
What the hell are you doing?
I have never been this forward in my entire life, but damn, it felt good… freeing even.
Alexei
Well, shit.
Poppy had indeed grown up, and now she was playing the part of a temptress.
“You think I didn’t know about you, Poppy?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, frowning.
I smile. This woman, she really did know how to do a number on me, and she was the only one. Since leaving her mother, I’ve fucked my fair share of women. I like sex, and I like control. I’m not into BDSM.
Grabbing her arm, I pressed her against the wall of my office, trapping her between the wall and me. She couldn’t get out.
“You were so young, and yet, you wanted my dick even then, didn’t you, Poppy?”
She gasped.
“I’m a man. A lot older than you, but I know want when I see it, and you wanted me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered the word; it was a small victory to me. Maybe I should hunt down the bastard who hurt her and thought he could take from her and thank him. If he’d not done a number on her, she wouldn’t be here right now. Then again, I’d still beat the shit out of him. No one harmed Poppy and got away with it.
“I’m not your stepfather anymore,” I said, and fingered the edge of the shirt covering her body.
“I wouldn’t care if you were, Alexei. I always thought Mom was an idiot for letting you get away.”
I released her hands and took a step away from her. I moved toward the door, flicking the lock into place, and then went to my desk.
“Hold my calls and cancel the appointments I have this afternoon.” Before anyone could protest, I clicked off the machine. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted inside her. Staring at her, I contemplated my next words.
Poppy was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that, and the attraction was there. I saw it in the way she licked her lips, the way she looked down the length of my body, and the way her nipples pressed against the front of her shirt. She was aroused, and I had what she wanted.
“How about we make a little proposition here, Poppy?” Her words about me being her stepfather reverberated through my head. I had a feeling Poppy got off on a little of the forbidden, the taboo.
So did I.
“What kind?”
“I’ll give you the money, and I’ll let your friend live.” That part was a lie. “In return, I get your pussy, your ass, and your mouth.”
Her eyes widened. “For what?” she asked, but we both knew what in the fuck I meant.
I let the words hang between us for long moments.
“To do what I want with them.” I opened my belt and dropped my pants, wrapping my hand around my cock. I was being a fucking ass, but I couldn’t help myself around her. I was rock hard, and I needed some kind, any kind, of release. Poppy was blowing my mind, and I loved it. “All I want to hear from your lips is, ‘yes, Alexei, I’m yours’.”
5
Alexei
“Yes, Alexei.” Her voice was soft, her eyes wide. “I’m yours.”
I watched her, listened to what she said, and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my fucking life. This woman, who I shouldn’t want, should stay away from, meant more to me than any other person in my life. I’d known her since she was a teenager, watched her grow into the woman she was today, and even if I hadn’t spoken to her as much as I should have over the years, I’d still made sure she was safe and watched over.
I looked at her, wanting her like a fucking fiend, but strong enough to keep my control. I could have her… would have her when the time was right. But first I needed to take care of that motherfucker who had fucked her over, even if I said I’d leave him alone. I might not kill the little prick, but I’d let him know fucking with Poppy meant he messed with me, and that was never good for anyone.