Page 33 of Wicked

I think about you the way no stepdad should ever think of his stepdaughter.

Heat floods my body as I look into those dark, almost black eyes.

“I was coming to see you,” he says, releasing my hips and stepping back.

My stomach flips as I sense this is the moment I’ve been dreading. “Oh, what did you want to see me about?” I ask, nervously moving my hair out of my face.

“I want you to have dinner with me. We’ve got some important things to discuss.”

I swallow hard. “Okay, sure.”

“Meet me in the dining room in an hour.” He turns and marches away from me without another word. Stoic and grumpy, as always. He didn’t crack a smile at all. I’m unsure why I’m so attracted to him when he’s so cold toward me ninety percent of the time.

I head to my bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom, turning on the shower. I need a cold one after bumping into Remy, let alone sitting at dinner with him.

He didn’t say whether Leo and Luca would be there. Hopefully, they will be a buffer between us. While they drive me insane, it does help to have them there. It’s awkward when I’m alone with Remy, especially after the incident in the library.

I slip off my shirt and pants, hanging them on the back of the door. Tiptoeing into the shower, I turn the dial to cold and wash myself.

Even with the cool water, I can’t stop my mind from running wild with fantasies. One dream I can’t stop having is that we’re both in the home gym. He’s on the weights bench but stops to watch me run.

He’s watching me intently, eyeing my body up and down. He leans over, his face in line with my breasts. He licks his lips, and his hot tongue flashes out to lick my nipple through the fabric of my workout top. I gasp. I can feel it in response, that all too familiar ache.

And then he turns the machine off and yanks me back with my hair, kissing me. I moan as I imagine him taking me on the treadmill. I imagine him holding my hips as he drives his hard cock right into me viciously. My finger is joined by another, even though I’m unsure when I slipped another one in. I’m rubbing my clit and imagining that he’s fucking me. I imagine him dropping me onto my hands and knees on the treadmill, holding my hips with his huge hands as he pounds into me relentlessly.

I grip the side rails of the treadmill as he fucks me like an animal. I make these desperate sounds as I come hard on my fingers, imagining they’re Remy’s dick. I lean against the wall because my legs are jelly and shaking. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out his name.

Fuck.

I need help.

My stomach is full of butterflies. I sense Remy is more likely to kick me out than fuck me tonight.

I dry myself and my hair before putting on some makeup. Then I head into the closet, select a burgundy full-length Givenchy dress from the rack, and slide it on, smiling when I look in the mirror. It’s tight and hugs my body like a second skin.

Time to face the music.

I walk down the stairs and turn left toward the dining room. Remy is already in there, pacing up and down with a glass of scotch.

When I walk in, his eyes snap up. They darken as they travel the length of my dress.

I notice we’re the only two here. No sign of Luca and Leo.

“Are Leo and Luca not joining us?”

He shakes his head. “No.” He doesn’t say anything else as he drinks me in with his eyes. I wish he would stop holding back and grab me like he did in the library.

“Shall we sit?” I ask, noticing the appetizer is already on the table.

He nods and walks to his usual seat.

I sit where I normally do, a few seats away from him.

He clears his throat. “Sit closer,” he demands.

I swallow hard, wishing that the way he commands didn’t turn me on. “Okay.” I take the seat to his left.

An awkward silence falls between us. “Have you found Mom’s killer yet?” I ask, knowing his men have been trying to track down who did this ever since it happened.

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