Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter3

“Come closer!” he commanded ashesat on his desk lifting his head up and adjusting it to the side. I wanted to run back out, but I couldn´t.

´Apologize. ´ mom said, then we can all go back to being a happy family. I think she is deluded. There is nothing happy about this family. Especially as far as Damon and I are concerned.

I inched closer towards him and sat down on the leather chair. I hesitated and asked, “Do you have a bone behind your back? Are you expecting me to go and bury it again?”

Okay so I should have kept my bigmouth shut. That wasn´t needed and I wasn´t helping matters. He just seemed to have away of winding me up. Just by the way he frowned at me all the time. I always had to look at my shirt to see ifI had a stain or something. He never made me feel comfortable.

His lips curled when he said, “No, on the chair.”

I sighed and moved closer towards him. He was sitting on the desk directly in front ofthe chair. I thought that it was a trick. That he was going to do something. I shook my body when I thought about how silly I was being. I came to apologize. My bags were already in my room. This was just a formal way of me making things right. So, we could live as one big happy family. I kept reciting it to myself over and over again as I slowly made my way to the chair.

This was when the tables revolved, I couldn´t believe it. Damon Walton kissed me. Passionately, as if his life hinged on it. I didn´t even make it to the chair he just grabbed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He tore my shirt apart and clutched hold of my breasts.

“Damon!” I screeched in between his tongue exploring mine. “Damon!” I repeated as I held him in my arms.

I had wanted him for so long, and his animal behavior told me that he had too. I had dreaded coming here to his study to talk to him. I thought he would throw mean other bone. I thought he would call me a dog, gold digger or something. I never imagined that he would kiss me.

That Marsha was actually right. She would laugh if she could see him right now. Probably tell me, way to go if she saw the way I was acting too.

“You know you want me!” he said as he continued to consume my mouth. I was never good at hiding my expressions. They were always clearly displayed on my face. I grabbed hold of his hair as his hands unfastened my bra. My breasts were free for him to do as he pleased, and he lifted me up and put me on the table. Not by force, but to make it clear who was in charge. It was Damon by far. He knew that I would comply. He knew I wouldn´t refuse him. He knew I wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him. I was half-naked and now with him removing my pants and jeans naked on his desk. In the study which faced out to the grounds. Ten in the morning with staff and God knows who else was outside. In plain view for everyone to see.

He gently kissed me on the lips. I returned his kiss as the soft pecks went to my breasts and he slowly bit my upright nipple. He did it so slowly that it felt like a light pinch. His handheld on to my breast as his other hand lightly traced my body. I exhaled at his touch, which was so gentle this had surprised me. The gentleness in his touch. All that time I’d thought he hated me, but right there and then, I knew it was nothing more than frustration.

This was the best feeling in the world. When, we first met and he simply huffed and walked away as his dad introduced me. ´ This is Sophia, a replica of her beautiful mother. ´Those were Charles words. Damon said in reply coldly, ´Only ifyou like that sort ofthing. Dad you clearly do. ´

It cut like a knife when he said those words. He hadn´t even met me and he insulted me the very moment he laid eyes on me. Sure, I had the same dark hair and light eyes as mom. Every woman in our family was tall apparently. Mom was and so was grandma when she was alive. We all seemed to tower up to five ten. We don´t know where we inherited it, noone had ever bothered to do a family tree. It never felt important.

Here, he was kissing me and touching me like I was a precious jewel. So, different from the first time we met. It felt unreal. I had to keep opening my eyes to make sure that I wasn´t dreaming.

“I wanted to do this from the first time I met you …” he whispered as he lowered down. He licked me right there on his table. His tongue lightly caressing inside of my pussy. I held on to his head and put my feet on the table to stabilize myself. He had taken me by surprise.