Chapter 8
BASTIAN
Iwas spiraling pretty badly after that night when I crossed every fucking line with Juliet. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
The way Juliet had moaned my name, the way her body had felt under mine, and how tight and wet she’d been as I fucked her on my bed haunted me.
Every time I closed my eyes, it played on repeat, and instead of feeling any kind of release, I just felt sick with shame and guilt.
My past didn’t make it any easier. The years I spent overseas shut off from everyone I knew and loved had turned me into someone I barely recognized.
I’d seen and done violent shit that still kept me up at night.
I’d been in fights that left men on the ground, and I had an arrest record from my younger days for bar brawls and stupid drunk decisions.
After a while, I stopped trying to pretend I could have a semblance of normalcy. I knew I wasn’t the kind of man who could settle down and be good for someone. I was too rough around the edges, too damaged.
Juliet deserved so much better than me.
But she wouldn’t let me pull away. Instead, she kept drawing me in little by little.
Juliet hadn't made it easy for me to pull away, either.
Every time I tried creating distance, she'd show up with coffee, slide onto the porch beside me, or find some excuse to spend time in the garage.
Like she was determined to remind me that what happened between us wasn't something either of us could undo.
She’d left my guest house late that evening, shortly before her parents came back from their date. The next morning, she showed up at my door at sunrise with two cups of coffee. We ended up sitting on the porch together in comfortable silence, watching the sky turn pink over the lake.
A couple of days later, she wandered into the garage while I was working on an engine and sat on an old stool, asking questions and keeping me company. I caught myself smiling more than I had in years.
We hadn’t been together intimately again after that night, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my distance. But we’d gotten into a routine during the days of her watching me while I worked on things around the house and property.
Our touches grew natural and quiet, a hand brushing her lower back when I walked past, her fingers lingering on my arm.
For the first time in a long time, I actually felt settled somewhere.
And it scared the hell out of me.
It was a quiet afternoon, the rain falling steady and warm, when we found ourselves alone at my place, Juliet curled up on the couch with a book and me unable to take my eyes off her.
She looked up and caught me staring at her, and the air in the room changed.
“Come here,” I said.
Juliet’s reaction was immediate. Her breathing picked up, getting all quick and shallow, her eyes darkened with that look I was starting to crave. She set the book down, stood up, and walked straight over to me without saying a word. There was no frantic rush this time—just pure want.
I pulled her into my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs, and I kissed her, taking my time, like I needed to remember exactly how she tasted.
Her hips rolled against me, grinding down on my already rock-hard cock, and I groaned into her mouth.
My hand slid under her shirt, rough palms gliding up her bare back as I pulled her tighter against me.
Juliet responded by sliding my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. She leaned forward and licked a circle around my right nipple, sucking, biting the tight bud until my dick jerked and dripped precum in my sweats.
“Fuck, I need you,” I growled and pulled her against me once more, nipping at her bottom lip. “Right now.”
Before she could argue, and I knew she wouldn’t, I lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the closest room, which was the kitchen. I set her down on the edge of the counter and quickly stripped her shorts and panties off in one rough motion, spreading her thighs wide.
“Look at you,” I rasped, staring down at her soaked pussy, taking a deep inhale of her panties. “Already dripping for me.” I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, licked a slow, filthy stripe up her slit, then sucked her clit into my mouth hard enough to make her back arch.
She moaned loudly, fingers twisting in my hair as I devoured her, licking deep, fucking her with my tongue, and then sliding two thick fingers inside her tight cunt while I circled her swollen bud with my tongue.
Juliet came fast and hard, thighs shaking around my head, soaking my chin, but I didn’t stop. I kept licking and fingering her through it until she was whimpering and oversensitive, trying to push me away as she murmured she was too sensitive.
Then I stood, shoved my pants down and rubbed the thick head of my cock against her soaked folds. Juliet leaned back on her elbows as I pushed inside her in one rough stroke, bottoming out with a groan.
“Fuck yes,” I rasped, eyes locked on hers. “This tight pussy is mine. Taking my cock so deep like the greedy girl you are.”
I pumped into her with a quick thrust and pulled back with a long, slow stroke, hitting her swollen g-spot with my cockhead before doing it again and again. Her pussy wept around me, sliding down to her ass and pooling under her on the countertop.
When Juliet came again, it hit her like a lightning bolt. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as she cried out and shook beneath me. I kept moving with her through it until she was whimpering and trying to push at my chest.
I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried deep inside her, savoring the way her pussy kept squeezing and fluttering around my cock. Then I started moving again, long, deep thrusts that made her tits bounce beautifully with every stroke.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, bottoming out inside her again. “Your pussy feels so goddamn good. So warm and wet, squeezing my cock like you don’t want me to leave.”
I held her close, chest to chest, kissing her slow and deep while I fucked her with steady, rolling thrusts.
“Look at me,” I whispered. When her eyes met mine, soft and full of emotion, something in my chest cracked wide open.
“I’ve jerked off thinking about this pussy so many times,” I admitted, voice rough. “Hating myself every single time I came thinking about you. Now that I’ve been inside of you, stretching your tight cunt open—”
“Fill my cunt with cum, Bastian.”
That was all it took.
I shot my wad, filling her up. I pumped with fast, shallow thrusts, keeping every drop of my cum shoved deep inside her. Pure ecstasy rolled from the top of my head and out my dick. I was hooked on Juliet but knew I shouldn’t be. Right now, I just didn’t care.
For a long moment, we stayed locked together, breathing hard, her pussy still fluttering around me. I held her tight, face buried in her neck, letting myself feel the warmth of her body and the way she clung to me like I was hers.
I wasn’t ready to let go, but the guilt was already rising like bile in my throat. I had just come deep inside my step-niece… again. Filled her up like I had the right to. Like I wasn’t the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
I pulled out slowly and exhaled, scrubbing a hand over my face while I caught my breath. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was poisoning something beautiful.
I was falling in love with her.
And that terrified me more than anything else ever had.