Page 1 of His Dark Discipline

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Damon

I’m a monster.

It’s not just the scar on my face; it’s the ones on the inside. It’s the life of solitude and pain that carved me out of stone into the man I am today. It’s the criminal I became out of necessity and the blood and bodies that I left in my wake to get to where I am today. It’s all the loss and betrayal that caused me to bury my heart deep inside me, locked in a chest of ice to which only I hold the key.

Life is cruel, and in order to survive, I became cruelty itself.

No attachments. No commitments. No family.

Even my wife is just pretend. She gets to live the high life, and I get an impressive piece of arm candy. As the underground boss of Philly, it’s important to keep up appearances.

Marla. She also helps me run my business behind the scenes. Manage my money and keep the legitimate books in order. As my wife, she can’t be compelled to testify against me. I trust her, about as much as I pay her, but she knows better than to ever betray me. Our arrangement has never been an issue.

But what is an issue is her daughter, Lily.

Lily came back from her boarding school in New York and has been living at home for the last three days. And even after living the kind of life I’ve lived, having gone through the terrible things I’ve gone through, these last three days have been the hardest days of my life.

Why?

Because Lily is gorgeous.

She’s a fucking dime piece who keeps my cock rock hard whenever I see her. For some reason, she likes to prance around in my T-shirts that she steals out of my closet. Not even a pair of shorts or sweatpants. Hell, I don’t even know if she’s got panties on.

I’m a monster.

I shouldn’t even be thinking about that. I’m thirty-eight, and she’s barely eighteen. Even if she wasn’t my stepdaughter, she’s an innocent. A civilian. I could never bring her into my dark world, show her my scars – or worse, allow her to get some of her own.

She’s everything I’m not. Sweet, beautiful, angelic. Perfection. When she dances around my house with her headphones in, singing to ‘90s pop-punk music, tossing her hair and causing her supple young curves to bounce up and down, I feel the contrast between us deep down in my chest.

Even now, as she comes down the stairs from the second floor, her plump breasts bouncing with each step, my cock is so hard I’m about to pop the buttons on my jeans.

No bra. Just my T-shirt.

I fight it as hard as I can, but the image of her pantiless pussy fills my mind.

Is it plump like her tits? Or smooth and discreet – just a little slit between her legs? A girl like her must shave. They all do these days.

Like the animal that I am, I begin to salivate as I imagine what her juices taste like.

She catches my eye as she skips to the kitchen.

“Hey, Dad,” she giggles, mocking me.

Does she have any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? How much sleep I’ve lost over her?

No. She has no idea how dangerous her sexuality is.

Men would kill to have her. I’ve seen it happen. Her body is built to be bred, with hips curvy enough to snap the necks of men as she walks by. From my desk, I watch her go to the fridge. As she bends forward to grab a water, the hem of my shirt lifts just high enough to expose the cleft of her perfect little ass, and as she leans in, it spreads open just enough to give me a glimpse of her peach.

Goddamn. She is shaved.

But I only get a second’s look. She straightens, twirls on the balls of her feet and, singing along to one of her favorite songs, heads back upstairs to her room.

This time, she doesn’t even glance in my direction.

Thank God.

Even with my level of self-control, I’m on the verge of succumbing to her. What would her fresh body feel like crushed beneath mine? Her breasts against my chest as I spread her legs and take her flower. If what her mother says is true, Lily is a virgin.

How that’s possible, I’ll never know.

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