The Billionaire's Stepdaughter

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Nicolas and Anna had kept on dancing. She felt so happy that she kept ignoring her aching feet. She cursed at herself for choosing beauty over comfort. When the pain was almost unbearable she excused herself to the washroom. Nicolas reluctantly let her go and headed off towards the bar.

When she got there, she happily threw off her shoes and sighed with complete satisfaction. But someone yanked her arm, spinning her around. She found herself engulfed in a man's arms. 'What the hell was going on?' she thought. She looked up to see the perpetrator. "J-Jean-Luc?" She asked questioningly. She was dumbfounded and had no idea what he was doing. "What the hell!" She complained snapping back to reality.

He frowned at her, "Isn't this what you want?" he asked in his mesmerizing French accent. "You've been checking me out and giving not so subtle hints the entire night." She sighed so it was her fault after all, "I was and still am drunk, Jean-Luc. I'm sorry if I've confused you."

"Wait, but we can still have some fun.." She cut him off, "I'm with someone and I'm not interested."

"What the hell?!" He sneered. He roughly pushed her to the wall and holding down her hands. She hit her head and when she realized he wasn't about to let her off. She started struggling and kicking, "Let go!" She commanded, but he refused to loosen his grip on her hands. He pushed his lips onto hers while she was screaming for him to let go, entering her mouth with his tongue. She felt defiled, so she bit his tongue as hard as she could. He yelled and hit her on the face.

The door suddenly flung open surprising them both. What she saw was the door wide open with Nicolas standing on the other side. She didn't want to risk being hit again so she pleaded for help with her eyes. He grew furious at the sight. He ripped Jean-Luc from her and hit his face with an unrelenting force from his fist. Jean-Luc crouched and Nicolas took that chance and kneed him to the gut. Making him spit out blood and collapse on the hard tiled floor. Nicolas kicked him again and again even though he was already knocked unconscious. He could care less if Jean-Luc died. How dare he touch Anna and hurt her like that. Nicolas thought that he deserved to die if anything else.

Nicolas was in a complete frenzy. Until he felt someone hug him from behind. "Stop!" Anna sobbed. "Please, stop. Don't kill him. I don't want you to become a murder for me." He turned around and kissed her hard on the lips. His kiss was dominating and consuming. Whe she could no longer breathe, he broke it panting.

His face was hard and unreadable. He then placed his jacket around Anna and carried her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest. She felt safe and compete with him around.

The ride home was quiet. Anna spent it, curled up in his lap in the back of the limo. Nicolas carried all the way into his room and placed her on the bed. He took off each of her shoes. He told to her to put her hands up and he pulled her dress over head. He started walking towards his closet and he took out on one of his t-shirts. He walked back to the room and put the t-shirt on her. He then quickly stripped down into his boxer-briefs before climbing into the bed beside her. She snuggled into his familiar arms. Cuddling her tiny body against his.

"Are you alright?" He asked, finally speaking. She nodded, "I'm not sleepy though" she said. He smiled at her warmly, his eyes still full of worry and caution. He turned her face and stared at the red spot on her cheek. "I'm alright I swear. It hardly stings." She assured him. In fact it was throbbing and stung as much as a bite from a bee would, but she didn't want to worry him any more than she already had.

He sighed and reached for his side table and took out a remote control. He pressed a button and Anna watched in awe as a huge flat screen television suddenly came out of the ceiling.

"Do you like Charlie Chaplin?" He asked. She grinned, "Love him!" she answered. He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the screen. His hand was absentmindedly making patterns on her back. He didn't notice, but she was trying her hardest to stifle her giggles. She was ticklish... too ticklish.

This whole situation made Anna feel as if the whole incident had never happened. He was good to her. In fact too good. Nonetheless she felt content cuddling with the man she loved while watching old movies of Charlie Chaplin.

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