Seraphina

His thick cock slammed into me with raw unrelenting power. He stretched my pussy to its limit with every brutal thrust. I lay on my back with my legs spread obscenely wide. His heavy body pinned me down as he fucked me hard. He owned me completely at that moment.

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room. His balls smacked against my ass with every deep stroke while his veined shaft dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. I could still taste his salty musk on my tongue from earlier. The ghost of the dildo he had used on me lingered. My juices coated his cock and dripped down my thighs, soaking the expensive sheets beneath us.

"Fuck. This tight little cunt is gripping me so good," he growled possessively. His gray eyes locked onto mine. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. The other pinned my wrist above my head.

He pounded deeper and angled his hips to hit that perfect spot that made my vision blur. "You were made for this dick. Say it."

"I was made for it," I gasped. My voice broke into a loud moan as pleasure ripped through me. My inner walls fluttered wildly around his massive length, desperate to keep him buried inside me.

A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.

"Dear guest? The party is about to start downstairs," a waiter called through the wood.

He didn't stop. If anything his thrusts grew harder and more punishing as if the interruption excited him. "I will be down soon," he barked. His voice stayed rough with lust.

The waiter’s footsteps faded away.

"Good girl," he praised. He slammed back into me with force. "Now take every fucking inch while I ruin this pussy."

He fucked me mercilessly. His hips snapped forward in deep claiming strokes. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air. It mixed sweat, my arousal, and his raw masculinity. The heat radiating from his powerful body made my skin slick and flushed.

My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. My nipples stayed hard and aching. I was lost in the sensation. I chased the edge he had denied me earlier.

Then it hit me hard. My pussy walls clenched violently around his massive cock. They fluttered and squeezed as the orgasm crashed over me. A shrill cry tore from my throat. My body convulsed beneath him. My toes curled tight and my back arched off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through every nerve.

"Fuck yes," he snarled. He pulled out suddenly and stroked his slick cock furiously.

Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across my breasts and stomach. Rope after rope of warm sticky seed painted my skin. The sight and feel of it pushed me even higher. My pussy continued twitching from the aftershocks.

He wasn't finished. He leaned down and scooped some of his cum onto his fingers. He shoved them deep into my dripping pussy and pumped them in and out. At the same time his mouth latched onto my nipple. He sucked hard with his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. His tongue lashed against it.

The filthy sensation of him pushing his own release into me triggered another explosion. I came again harder this time. A broken moan spilled from my lips as my body shook uncontrollably. I felt completely drained and trembling.

"Best birthday ever," I whispered breathlessly. I floated in a daze of bliss. He had unlocked every hidden part of me and erased Jax’s cruel words with raw dominating pleasure.

He kissed me possessively once more. The kiss tasted of sin and satisfaction. Then he helped me up. We washed up quickly in the bathroom. His strong hands lingered on my body under the water. He cleaned his cum from my skin with surprisingly gentle strokes.

No words passed between us. Just heat and the silent agreement that this would remain our secret.

My legs still felt weak as I fixed my hair and makeup in the mirror. He dressed in a sharp suit. He looked every bit the powerful billionaire with his dyed gray hair perfectly styled and his tattoos hidden beneath the fabric.

"Until next time, little one," he murmured. His voice was low and full of promise. He slipped out first.

Downstairs the party was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Laughter echoed through the grand hall. The scent of champagne and gourmet food filled the air.

I moved through the crowd on shaky legs. I smiled politely as guests wished me a happy birthday. My pussy still throbbed from his cock. The memory of his cum on my skin made my cheeks flush with heat.

Mom spotted me near the massive birthday cake. "Phina! Darling, come cut the cake!" She looked radiant in her designer gown. Her diamonds glittered under the lights.

I stepped up beside her with the knife in my hand. I forced a bright smile. The crowd gathered around us. Many held up their phones to capture the moment.

Then he appeared. He slid smoothly beside Mom and pressed a casual kiss to her cheek. My heart stopped completely.

"Everyone, this is my wonderful fiancé," Mom announced proudly. She beamed up at him. "Seraphina, meet your new stepfather."

Our eyes locked. Those same piercing gray eyes that had stared down at me while he pounded me senseless. This was the man who had devoured my pussy. He had stretched me with his cock and the dildo. He had painted my breasts with his cum.

Recognition hit both of us at once. He froze for a split second. His jaw tightened but his gaze darkened with raw hunger and shock.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. Heat flooded my face and spread down my neck. Flashes flooded my mind. His mouth on my clit. The brutal stretch of his thick cock. The way I had begged and screamed around him while gagging on his shaft. He had filled every part of me.

This man was my stepfather.

The knife trembled slightly in my hand as the crowd waited. My pussy clenched at the forbidden memory.

He recovered with masterful control. His large steady hand moved to cover mine on the knife. He guided it gently but firmly as we pressed down together to cut the first slice.

He leaned in close enough for me to catch the faint scent of our sex still on his skin. He whispered into my ear. "Happy birthday, Seraphina."

The warmth of his breath sent a fresh shiver down my spine. My pussy clenched again with renewed need.

Mom smiled sweetly at me. She remained completely oblivious. Her eyes shone with happiness. "Phina, darling… isn’t this the best birthday you have ever had?"

I could only nod. The knife stayed steady now in our joined hands as applause and cheers rose from the crowd.

Seraphina.

The cake tasted like ash in my mouth. I forced another smile as guests clapped around me but all I could focus on was the dull throb between my thighs.

The sticky memory of his cum on my skin before we washed it off lingered in my mind.

Every time I shifted my weight I felt the faint ache. It served as a constant reminder I couldn't escape, a secret brand hidden beneath the elegant fabric of my dress.

Mom had hired a small ballet troupe to perform in the grand hall. Their pointe shoes whispered across the marble floor as they spun gracefully under the sparkling chandeliers.

My left knee twinged painfully just from watching them. The familiar pull in my ankle made my stomach twist with a mixture of longing and resentment.

"Phina, sweetheart," Mom said as she looped her arm through mine. "Go join them for one piece. It is your night."

I shook my head. My throat felt tight. "Not tonight."

"Oh come on. For me? You were so beautiful on stage."

A sharp pain shot through my ankle at the mere mention of dancing. "I am good Mom. Really."

"Alright sweetheart." She pecked my cheek. "I will be here when you need me." With that she walked off toward other guests.

The room suddenly felt too bright. The lights blurred at the edges and black spots danced in my vision. For a second I was back on that stage two years ago. The final leap.

The sickening snap in my ankle. The scream I had swallowed as I crashed to the floor.

The doctor’s cold words still echoed in my head. "You might never dance again."

The memory clawed at my chest, making the air feel impossibly thick.

My chest squeezed. My breaths came out short and sharp. Panic pressed in from all sides.

Then a warm hand settled on my lower back. "Easy," a deep voice murmured beside me. He stepped closer. His body shielded me from the crowd. His thumb moved in slow steady circles against my spine. "Breathe with me. In. Out."

The panic loosened its grip almost immediately. I hated how quickly my body obeyed him. When my breathing finally evened out I stepped away from his touch and looked up at him.

"How the hell did you end up in my bathroom?" I asked.

Draven scratched his temple. He looked completely unfazed. "You are just realizing that? That is rich coming from someone who walked in and stayed."

I shot him a sharp glare that shut him up.

He met my eyes with calm intensity. "The shower in my suite cracked. I took the nearest one. Then you walked in."

"That simple?"

"Yeah." The corner of his mouth twitched.

"You didn't exactly give me a chance to explain."

"Explain that you invited an escort to our new home while my mom was downstairs?"

"We both crossed that line," he said quietly. "It is done now." A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in closer. His voice dropped low. "Though you seemed very determined to prove something tonight little one."

Heat flooded my face. "Don't call me that." I turned and pushed through the crowd. I needed air that did not smell like him.

I nearly collided with Mom again. "There you are darling!" She squeezed my hand and glowed with happiness. "So what do you think of Draven?"

I shrugged and kept my face blank. "He is okay."

"Okay?" She laughed softly. "He is going to take care of us baby. Really take care of us. I am so happy."

"Yeah." I sipped my drink. Inside everything screamed. He took care of me twenty minutes ago. On his bed. With his cock buried deep inside me.

"I am tired Mom. Long night. I just want to rest my legs."

She kissed my cheek. "Of course baby. Go rest. I will finish up here."

The next morning I came downstairs dressed for work and went to the dining room to grab my car keys. They were not there.

"Mom took your car to the city for some fittings," the housekeeper said apologetically. "She said Mr. Voss can give you a ride. He is leaving in five minutes."

I scrunched up my face and stormed outside.

This was a great way to start the morning. The universe had a sick sense of humor.

In the garage I found him leaning against his black Bentley. He scrolled through his phone in a sharp suit. His gray hair was neatly styled and his expression looked cold and powerful.

We got into the car without a word. The engine purred smoothly and we pulled out of the estate in heavy silence.

East Hampton traffic gave way to the Long Island Expressway. I stared out the window with my knees pressed tightly together. I felt hyper aware of his hand resting on the gear shift.

The silence grew deafening. My skin prickled with awareness of him. I couldn't take it anymore.

"You are really going to act as if nothing happened?" I asked. My voice stayed low.

Draven kept his eyes on the road. "You walked away last night."

"Because it was insane. You are marrying my mother."

He hit the brakes harder than necessary. I lurched forward slightly. He turned to me sharply. "Listen to me little one. I didn't know whose room that was. And if anyone owes an apology here it is you for not saying a damn word. I would appreciate it if you stopped acting as if I forced you."

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. He was right but I refused to admit it. I adjusted uneasily in my seat as he continued driving. This felt like the longest ride of my life.

We were ten minutes from my office in Manhattan when his phone rang through the car speakers. It eased the tension slightly. I had never been so relieved to hear a ringtone.

He answered. "Yeah?"

A woman’s clipped voice filled the car. "Draven so you really are getting married again?"

"Elara I don't have time for this. It is too early." He said it flatly and hung up.

He tapped the screen again and called someone else.

"What do you want?" The new voice sounded sharp and full of resentment.

Draven’s hand tightened on the wheel. "My wedding is in a few weeks. You should be there."

A bitter laugh crackled through the speakers. "Why? So I can watch you play house again? No thanks. I will pass."

Draven exhaled through his nose. "This matters for the family."

"Family? That is rich coming from you. You didn't give a damn about family before. Now suddenly you want me smiling in photos?"

"I am not asking for a photo shoot. I am just telling you to show up."

"Yeah well I am telling you to go to hell. Maybe I will come just to see what kind of mess you are making this time."

The line went dead.

Draven tossed the phone into the center console. His jaw stayed locked and his knuckles turned white on the wheel. Tension rolled off him in waves. Cold fury mixed with something heavier and deeper.

I shifted in my seat. My heart beat faster. Whoever that was Draven both wanted them there and dreaded it.

He pulled over in front of En Pointe Designs.

Before I could escape he leaned over. His breath brushed my shoulder as he whispered.

"Tonight. I want to meet you in my home office by ten o’clock. Don't make me come looking for you Seraphina."

I froze. My pussy ached with renewed need at his words. When I looked at his face his piercing gray eyes searched mine as if the answer was written there.

I ignored him and stepped out on shaky legs. I shut the door with a loud bang. He drove off.

As the Bentley merged back into traffic one question burned hotter than the rest. Who the hell had been on that call and why did the mention of the wedding make Draven look ready to break something?

Draven.

I strode into the sleek lobby of Voss Tower, briefcase in hand swinging with cufflinks catching the light, and pushed through the lobby doors. Chaos greeted me immediately.

Carla, my usually unflappable receptionist, stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the tall, auburn-haired woman in a tailored, flared cream coat looming over her desk, her voice cutting through the marble space.

“I told you, I’m family. His wife’s sister. Let me up or I’ll—”

“Mr. Voss has no wife yet, ma’am,”

Carla replied coolly. “The wedding is in three weeks. I can’t—”

“This is ridiculous. Call him right now.”

I approached, my footsteps echoing. Carla’s shoulders relaxed the second she saw me. “Mr. Voss. This woman insists—”

“It’s fine, Carla,” I said smoothly, placing a firm hand on her elbow. “She’s with me. Hold my calls for the next thirty minutes.”

She straightened giving a tight nod.

“This way, Elara.” I placed a hand on her back and steered her toward the private elevator. The doors closed, sealing us in mirrored silence.

“You always loved making scenes,” I muttered, barely looking at her.

“I learnt from the best,” she yanked free from me, her green eyes flashing.

“Marrying again so soon, Draven? Your late wife’s barely cold on the ground. What—three, four years? And everyone knows you’re incapable of love. This is just a contract marriage, isn’t it?”

I unlocked my office door and let her storm inside first.

“Your son won’t come to the wedding,” she continued, dropping into the leather chair across from my desk.

“He hates you. And honestly? I don’t blame him. You’re going to destroy this new woman the same way you destroyed my sister. How exactly do you plan to handle your son when he finds out what a sham this is?”

I loosened my tie and sat down, keeping my face neutral. “I’ll handle him calmly. He’s angry, but he’s still my son. The wedding is close, I'll make him attend”

“Calmly,” she scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping. “That’s rich coming from you.”

The door opened without a knock. Liora stepped in, elegant in a soft blue dress, her blonde hair catching the light. She smiled warmly and walked straight to me, arms sliding around my neck.

“Darling, am I interrupting?" she asked pleasantly.

"No, perfect timing" I rose slightly, pressing a light peck to her cheek

"Yes," Elara said at the same time, shooting her a deadly glare.

“Liora, this is Elara Calloway. My late wife’s sister and Elara, this is Liora; my fiancée.”

Liora extended her hand gracefully. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Elara stood, taking her hands with lips curving into a razor-sharp smile. “All terrible things, I hope. Enjoy the ring while it lasts, Mrs. Almost-Voss. History has a way of repeating itself.” She grabbed her bag, gave me one last icy glare, and swept out banging the door.

Liora exhaled, touching her pearls. “What on earth was that about?”

“Ignore her,” I said, pulling her closer for a moment. “She won't ruin this.”

She searched my face, then let it go with practiced ease — the way she let most things go, which I'd always read as grace. Now I wondered if it was something else.

“By the way… how do you see Seraphina? My daughter. I want to make sure this transition feels right for her.”

I leaned back against my desk, nodding once. “She seems… innocent.”

The words left my mouth and then the memory hit me like a fist.

Her body trembling under mine as she came undone, hazel eyes desperate and dark, taking everything I gave like she'd been waiting for it. She didn't know me. I didn't know her, yet she'd wanted me and I hadn't felt that in longer than I could name.

Something had cracked open in my chest that night and the fracture hadn't closed. It scared me. It should have stopped me, but it didn't.

I needed to get home.

Liora smiled, cutting through my thoughts, “She is. She’s been through a lot. I’m glad you’ll be there for her even though this is an arrangement.

I kissed her temple. “Of course, I'll round up here and meet you at home.”

—

I pushed open the heavy front door, the cool evening air clinging to my suit like a second skin but something else cut through it—slow, haunting ballet music drifting from the far end of the hallway.

My pulse kicked up. I dropped my briefcase by the stairs and followed the sound. The door to the old sunroom stood ajar.

Fabrics littered the floor and there, on a rickety ladder, was Seraphina. Her short sundress had ridden high as she stretched to hang a garland of fairy lights.

“What are you doing?” My voice came out lower than I intended.

The ladder wobbled. A sharp gasp escaped her as she grabbed for balance. I moved fast, hands shooting up to grab her, steadying against me with our breaths hitching.

“Easy,” I murmured, the heat of her body sinking into my palms.

Seraphina twisted, green-flecked hazel eyes blazing down at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I didn’t let go right away. “Last I checked, it's my house, little one."

She climbed down fast, brushing my hands off like they burned, and crossed to the pile of fabrics without looking at me. Her cheeks were flushed.

I leaned against the ladder, watching her. “What’s all this?”

“A costume studio," she snapped. "For my ballet pieces. Mom said I could.”

“Mm.” I stepped closer, catching the light citrus scent of her shampoo.

"If you love ballet enough to build them costumes, you should barely be able to breathe watching them perform.”

She spun, fire in her eyes. “I guess someone couldn't keep their eyes to themself.”

"Or their hands." A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You weren't so stiff that night, Seraphina. Moaning like you'd break apart if I stopped.”

Her lips parted, a flicker of heat cutting through the anger. She backed up a step, but the wall stopped her. I closed the distance in two strides.

“Stop pretending,” I said, voice dropping. My fingers brushed her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise. “You want me. I can see and feel it. If you’re going to live here, open up. Stop fighting something we both already know the answer to.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, but there was no bite left.

I smirked, crowding her gently. “That’s the idea.”

My hand slid under the hem of her shirt, palm flat against her stomach. She sucked in a breath. I trailed higher, thumb grazing the underside of her breast. Her nipple hardened instantly under my touch. I leaned in, lips brushing her neck, feeling her pulse hammering.

“Draven…” Her hips shifted toward me.

I sucked on her pulse point, teeth grazing with my tongue soothing. She arched, a soft whimper escaping. My other hand gripped her hip, pulling her flush against me. The hard line of my cock pressed into her belly. She involuntarily rocked once, and I felt her thighs clench.

“Good girl,” I breathed against her skin, sucking harder, marking her. Her hands fisted my shirt, breath coming in short, needy gasps. Wet heat radiated through her thin dress. I slid my fingers lower, teasing the edge of her panties—

“Seraphina? Darling, how’s the decorating coming?”

Liora’s voice floated down the hallway, cheerfully close with her footsteps approaching.

Seraphina froze, eyes wide with panic. My hand was still under her shirt, lips on her neck where a fresh hickey bloomed red. She shoved at my chest, but I held her there a beat longer, heart hammering.

The door handle turned.