Maisy
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 13m
  • Reads 129
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 13m
Ongoing, First published Feb 18, 2020
He told me to stop. But not an urgent stop, not the stop of a mother preventing her child from running into the street, not the stop of someone about to walk off a cliff. It wasn't clipped.  It flowed. It flowed on and on and sank into his touch. The s of his "stop" flowed around us and into me as much more of a yes and I told him, more absolute and more firm than his stop, no. No. I wouldn't stop. No. I wouldn't go. No. I would not waste this touch, this feeling so rare, this rush within my skin like I've never felt before. It was worth whatever the cost. And he knew. He knew it, he knew it, he knew.
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34 parts Ongoing Mature

"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?