One Night Stand with My Stepdad

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ding dress was supposed

lian. We had been together for five years. Five long, quiet years of polite family dinners, sched

n early, and instead of heading straight home, I had the cab drop me off a

carrying the faint, heavy scent of expensive cologne-but it wasn't Jul

lian... harder

reathless gasp, vibrating through the floorboard

ought a woman into our bed. Clutching the garment bag tightly against my front, I forced my

inch further, the words died in my thr

n't a

der the dim, amber glow of t

ng the headboard with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity. Kneeling behind him was a tall, heavily

s felt like they had bee

hrusts. The sound of their skin slapping together in the quiet room was loud, wet, and utterly agonizing

ian gasped, his voice thick with a raw, ne

isting in my chest, but what hurt the most was the

l onto me in the pitch dark, barely touching me, and thrust desperately for a minute-maybe two, if I was lucky-before collapsing and rolling away. I had spent half a decade convincing m

uth laid itself bare in the m

d in bed. He jus

ture. He was begging, his body supple and greedy, tak

weren't

his legs around Damon's waist, his fingers digging into the stranger's broad shoulders, pulling him down for a deep, desperate kis

aning. They went on and on, lost in a heavy, sweaty rhythm of pure, unbridled lust. I watched as Damon rained biting kisses down Julian's neck, his hands possessively molding Julian's skin, stretching hi

k eyes flicked to

hey locked onto me, standing there with my mouth half-o

lowly pulled out, the wet, sliding sound of their se

d mine, there was no panic. There was no immediate rush of guilt or shame. He slowl

ce flat, almost annoyed.

whisper, a pathetic, ragged sound.

f the bed, wrapping it around his waist, though he

almness. He didn't rush to me. He didn't reach out to comfort me. He stood by the be

floor, the pristine white silk of my wedding dress spilling out onto the dusty hardwood. "You are fucking

iar. I am a businessman, and I have a reputation to uphold. Damon is my par

ed me! You used me as a cover-up so you could keep playing

he partner you could ever hope to be. He doesn't demand my time, he doesn't whine about emotional connections, and

sing his arms. "Don't take it personally, sweetheart. So

it, broke something inside me. The sadness vanish

toward the bed. My eyes locked onto Damon's smug face. "You t

g every ounce of my betrayal and fury into a

ver made

fingers clamped around my wrist like a steel vice, halti

m," Julian growled, his

the threat, Julian's other

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droom. The impact spun my head violently to the side, my knees buck

ecover from the shock or pull away, his h

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me a slap twice on my cheek, the double impa