Page 7 of His Dark Discipline

“Stop making noise,” I tell her. “No one can hear you. And even if they could, who could try to stop me?”

“Where are you taking me?” she cries out as I toss her down in the back seat.

“It’s obvious you’re out of control,” I growl. “So until you learn how to be a good girl, you’re going to live with me.”

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Lily

I’ve been kidnapped by my stepdad.

And I’m not sure I’m mad about it…

Damon is the most feared mob boss in Philadelphia. They call him Scar due to the scar on his face that I can only imagine where it came from. Everyone knows about him. He’s violent, cruel and powerful, and while it may sound sick, when I came back from school, I was actually excited to meet him.

And then I did.

I knew from the moment he laid eyes on me that he hated me. Just some dumb teenage girl in his house to get in his way. I could tell he didn’t like the things I wore around the house. He even made a comment about my shorts once.

“Too short,” he said in that tone that meant he should be obeyed. But I’m not one of his men. I’m not his wife, and he’s not my father. I don’t have to do anything he says.

But this time, I did.

Kind of…

I ditched the shorts completely and started wearing T-shirts only. His T-shirts.

What can I say? They’re long, soft, and they smell good. But he didn’t like that either, so I amped things up again and started napping in his bed while he was downstairs in his study. But still he didn’t break. Didn’t cave. Didn’t show a single sign that I

was getting to him.

Until the shower…

A memory that will never escape me. An image that will forever be baked into my mind. Damon Ramone, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me shower while jerking his cock.

It’s strange – no it’s insane that the first…male member I’ve seen would be my stepfather’s.

And all that cum…

Talk about an introduction to the world of sex.

Well, not sex, but the idea of it.

He lit a fire within me, and then he was gone. Like Batman disappearing without a trace. And I was alone again, worse than when my mom shipped me off to boarding school to get rid of me.

At least my dad was honest when he left. My mom likes to pretend she’s doing me a favor when in reality everything she does is about making her life easier. She married Damon for his money and sent me away to New York so she could do whatever she wanted.

I doubt she’ll even realize I’ve gone missing.

“So you want to tell me what the fuck you were thinking?” Damon barks from the front seat, causing me to jump. “Oh, and buckle your seatbelt.”

“Buckle my seatbelt?” I laugh. “Right, because you’re so concerned with my safety.”

“It’s because I’m concerned with your safety that I’m doing this.”

“Doing what?” I reply, folding my arms across my chest. “Ruining my date?”

Damon shakes his head, and I swear I hear a low growl rumble from his chest. “Boy crazy. That’s the kind of girl you are?”

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