Page 16 of His Dark Discipline

“So, I’ll just keep wearing this, then? And the rest of them? I’m sure everyone else will enjoy the show – even if you don’t!”

This is so unlike me. I may have a tendency to be a little bratty and enjoy provoking Damon, but this is something new altogether. I stomp after him as he strides quickly toward his bedroom, fists clenched firmly at his sides.

“Fine!” I shout as he starts to close the door behind him. “Maybe I’ll just wear nothing at all!”

With less than an inch of space left between the door and the wall, I glare at Damon and slide out of my bra straps, letting the whole thing fall to my waist. Then, without hesitation, I slip out of my panties and kick them aside.

His eyes, hooded and blazing like a wolf’s in the darkness, stare out at me, watching as I strip out of the garter belt and stockings and toss them aside with the rest of the outfit. Then, standing there as naked as the day I was born, I glare back at him, overflowing with defiance.

The tension is so high I can practically feel it. The house has become a pressure capsule – a powder keg ready to burst at any second. But as I stare at Damon, aware of every naked inch of my body, he simply stares back at me, cold and unflinching, like the statue of a man carved out of a glacier.

As I realize he’s not going to do make a move on me, a wave of embarrassment sets in. The buzzing in my body turns to uncomfortable tingling as I start to feel like a complete fool and utter idiot.

What was I expecting? To weaken the resolve of the most hardened criminal in the entire city? I can’t even imagine the kind of things he has had to deal with in his life, from cops to other criminals, to women much more devious and cleverer than me. How could I possibly think that dancing around like a girl with a brand new TikTok account would do anything other than make me look ridiculous?

“Fine,” I mutter to myself as I scoop my fallen outfit from the floor. “I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll go back to my room now.”

It takes all my strength to simply put one foot in front of the o

ther as I do the world’s greatest walk of shame down the hallway to my room. I pass the rest of the clothes stacked outside and just go in. None of it means anything to me anyway.

The only thing that mattered to me at all in my life was Damon. And if there was any doubt about whether or not anything could ever possibly happen between us, it’s gone now.

I know the answer.

He doesn’t want me. He never will.

And I was an idiot for thinking otherwise.

I turn to close the door behind me, but it jams on something. I open it again to see what it is and find myself staring into the fierce eyes of Damon, who has his foot in the way. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he crushes his lips against mine, wraps his heavy arms around my waist, and lifts me into the air.

The last thing I’m aware of before I’m thrown down onto the bed beneath him is the sound of the door closing and latching behind us.

7

Lily

This pleasure is the worst kind of pleasure—a pleasure that I can feel taking me over with every second. His touch is like fire. His passion is overwhelming, and the way things are going as he kisses me and caresses my body with his rough hands, I might just explode.

Yes, there literally may no longer be a Lily Ramone if Damon keeps this up.

My muscles are aching for more of his touch. My breasts are heaving with each breath I manage to take, and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. Somehow, I managed to break him. I don’t know which part of my “master plan” finally did it, and I don’t care.

Every single second of his lips against mine is heaven.

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness as he presses his clothed body against mine. His soft shirt does nothing to disguise the hard, sculpted muscles underneath, and the fabric of his pants can barely contain his erection that I can feel growing against my thighs, pumping full of blood as he touches my body as though it belongs to him.

And it does. Oh, it fucking does.

It’s so wrong that it’s righter than right. My gorgeous stepdad has finally realized that I’m not his real daughter and I’m not a weak little doll that needs protection. I’m a real woman, and it’s time for him to make me one.

His barrel chest expands as he breaks our embrace and takes a deep breath. His lustful eyes bore holes in my being as he sees right through me. It’s impossible for either of us to deny it now.

“This is happening…” I whisper, almost as confirmation to myself as I look up at him.

“It’s what you wanted,” Damon growls back. “Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, Daddy…”

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