Page 9 of His Dark Discipline

His absence has been hard on me. So maybe I have some daddy issues, and having my real dad abandon me and my stepdad walk out on me hasn’t been that great on my mental health. Maybe I did need some attention, and maybe I’ve been seeking it in all the wrong places.

“Did you think the news wouldn’t get back to me?” he asks, stepping forward.

I was hoping it would.

The bulge in his pants is obvious. Is it petty that I feel powerful knowing I did that to him? I haven’t stopped thinking of that time I caught him spying on me in the shower. I must think about it daily – if not more.

But if he wanted me then, why did he leave? Why hasn’t he taken me now? My mom’s gone. There’s no one here to stop him.

As if that would matter anyway. Damon is an outlaw, the king of his own country. No one stops him from doing anything.

Naughty thoughts swim like sharks in my mind. Things I’ve never thought of before.

Simply being back in Damon’s presence has me losing control. My body is humming with anticipation. I’m waiting for him to do something. But all he does is stand there…staring. His eyes narrow like a predator’s.

God, this is so wrong…

I’m literally lusting after my stepfather. I know his marriage to my mother isn’t one of love, but they must have consummated it at some point…

…right?

I’m so fucked up.

Thankfully, it doesn’t seem as though he wants me now.

“Come,” he barks. Yes, please. “I’ll show you to your room.”

He turns away from me and walks as though I’m expected to follow. Like a dog. And like an obedient puppy, I do. I don’t know why I do. It’s as though he has a chain extending from his body to mine, and I’ve been linked to it since we first met. And now, like a fisherman, he’s starting to reel me in.

Parts of my body begin to tingle as I watch him. To those guys out there that don’t know, we girls like butts too, and Damon’s is incredible. He must spend hours in the gym keeping his body toned and sculpted, and as I follow him up the stairs, my mouth begins to water, and a hint of a terrible desire begins to form between my legs.

God, I can’t want this.

I feel like I should say something as I follow him to my room, which looks more like a designer prison cell than a bedroom, but my lips don’t seem to want to move. Even when he turns around and addresses me, I’m struck dumb like a deer in headlights.

“You will sleep here,” he says gruffly. “You may use the rest of the house. Certain areas will be locked and off-limits to you, and you will not be able to leave. My men have been told and there are surveillance cameras that will be watching you at all times.”

As he tries to walk past me, somehow my faculties return to me, and I manage to speak. “Watching me?” I ask. “Like you watched me before, Daddy?”

Damon stops in his tracks but keeps his eyes on the wall behind me. His bulge is as clear as day, and I can’t help but feel proud of myself for being the one responsible. Damon must have had countless gorgeous women in his life, yet innocent-little-ol’-me is doing that to him.

Desire rushes up inside me like a car slamming into me from behind. I don’t know how, but somehow I find the courage to reach out and touch his barrel chest with a fingertip.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about it, Damon,” I whisper. “That time when you watched me…”

“Don’t,” Damon replies, the tone of his voice almost scary. His body is tight, coiled as though he’s about to lash out at any moment.

“Don’t what?” I trace the line of his chest, feeling the warm, smooth muscle beneath the silk of his shirt.

“Don’t remind me. I never should have done…what I did. It was wrong. I succumbed to my base instincts. I didn’t think about…you.”

“About me…” My heart sinks. “So it was just your deep, dark, male desires that you were acting on?”

I sigh a heavy sigh and let my hand fall like a dead leaf in autumn.

“This is inappropriate,” he says. “You are my stepdaughter and I am your stepfather—”

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