All That Glitters Is My Stepdad.
Cierra Monroe never meant to steal her mother's life.
One veil. One signature. One wedding meant to save her family....But lies spoken at an altar don't disappear.
Dominic Vance remembers the girl who stood beside him. The way she trembled. The way her eyes lingered.
And when the truth comes out, he doesn't let her go.
What starts as a secret turns into obsession.
What feels like protection becomes control.
And love quickly turns violent.
Cierra is hunted, locked away, and forced to choose between men who all want her for different reasons.
Her boyfriend fights for her freedom.
Her protector betrays her trust.
And her stepfather decides she belongs to him.
Blood is spilled.
Guns are raised.
Promises are broken.
And Cierra learns too late that some vows never end... even when they were never meant to be real.
Because not all that glitters is gold.
Sometimes... all that glitters is my stepdad.
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Chapter 8
Cierra's POV
"Fuck."
That was all I managed to breathe out because George's mouth was all over mine like I was some antidote to the diseases he carried inside his heart. His hands were everywhere...needy, desperate, frantic...like he'd been starving for me.
We moved blindly down the hallway, still kissing, bumping into the wall, the door, each other. My hand found the handle and pushed it down. The door flung open, and in the next second, he pushed me gently onto the bed, climbing over me as if this was something he rehearsed.
He started pulling at my lace, hands trembling.
I caught his wrists. "Wear it."
He paused. "Wear what?"
"A ConDom."
He blinked once. Twice. "I got none with me."
"Oh God. Here we go."
"No...no, Cierra," he rushed, panic rising in his voice. "I promise, I didn't know this would happen. I didn't know you'd let me even see you."
I stared at him, lips parted. "Okay then. Orgasm Postponed."
"NO...no wait.... we can do the withdrawal method.."
I pushed his forehead back with one finger."You must be stupid to think I'd let you do that."
"Why? You don't trust me?"
I laughed once. Short. Cold. "Trust? You want me to trust a man battling with his fleshly desires? A man battling with lust? Please."
He let out a loud sigh, collapsing beside me. "Okay fine. I'm just gon' sleep with blue balls."
"Uh-huh." I grabbed my phone.
"You leaving?" he asked, voice small.
"Nope. I'm calling Blinky."
"Why?"
I arched a brow. "Do you want to face blue balls or should I call for help?"
He smiled, defeated. "Okay baby... take your time."
I dialed.
It rang once. Twice...
Then he picked up.
"Hey Inky...uh.." I didn't even get a chance to speak., he started blabbing.
"Oh my Godddd," Blinky said dramatically. "Please, girl, I need the BLI in my name. Quit calling me INKY. That sounds like some comic book nerd."
"Whatever. I need your help."
His voice sharpened. "Never. Never, Cierra. I'm NOT getting you pills. I'm not enabling your chaos."
"Jesus, no! Pay attention!" I fired.
"Okay, go on."
"I need you to help me get uh... a condom."
Silence.
Then...
"OH. MY. GOD. Don't tell me you letting that LOSER fuck you...." He exclaimed.
"Uh...nah. Nah." I lowered my voice, staring at George who thankfully wasn't even paying attention. "I got too much self-respect for that."
"Okay girl," Blinky said. "I'll be there in two minutes."
He hung up.
I put the phone down, as George instantly rolled over beside me, taking my hands gently.
"Cierra..." he whispered. "You don't get me. I love you so much. I think about you every damn time."
I sighed. "George... can we not?"
"No. I'm serious. Do you still love me?"
"Still?" I laughed under my breath. "Huh. I can't answer that."
"Well... I don't mind tho," he muttered.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I don't mind you using me till I'm useless."
I actually laughed. And for a moment...a tiny one...the memories flickered through my mind like an old movie.
"We got too many memories for me to move on easily," he said quietly.
"Hmm... maybe. But..."
A knock on the door.
George sat up. "Let me get it."
"No...no!" I grabbed his hand. "Let me go."
"Huh? Isn't that Blinky?"
"Yes. But just keep shut till he leaves."
"You okay?"
"Yes. I just don't want him acting... kinky."
He snorted. "Sure. I get it."
I stood up, went to the door...
Before I could touch it, a CD slid under the gap of the door and rolled into the room.
"THANKS BABY!" I yelled.
"ENJOY, GIRL!" Blinky called from the hallway.
I barely turned around when George swooped in like a supernatural creature and snatched it off the floor.
I blinked. "Uh... that was fast. Like some kind of vampire."
He smirked. "Then let me bite you."
And then everything blurred into heat, kissing, breathlessness, bodies under dim light...the kind of moment that says everything without saying anything explicit..
He held my legs open as he slid his dick in my pussy, I moaned slightly and adjusted so he can insert it all inside me.
He groaned, "Fuck! you are wet."
"Yeah, that's why you can't breathe without my coochie." I whispered holding his arm so he can thrust deeper.
He flipped me, opening my legs and bent down to eat my coochie, I moaned in pleasure when he inserted his finger deeply.
"Okay, here we go, eat me up baby." I screamed in pleasure.
He inserted his fingers, thrusting in fast and using his tongue to tease my clit.
"Fuck fuck yes!" I screamed.
He turned me as he whispered, "Rub my cock."
I nodded and began rubbing his cock slowly, I adjusted and spit on it while stroking it.
He was fucking hard as I kept stroking it fastly, hearing him groan in maximum pleasure.
"Do you love it? Say it." I whispered.
"Yes, Fuck you are the best." He groaned moving his waist so I can stroke faster.
I gently held his cock and slide into my pussy as he raised my legs and began thrusting in roughly.
"Harder Harder! Yesss!" I screamed, giving him the zeal to thrust in deeper.
He held my waist tightly, spanking my ass-cheek as I could hear the sound of my wetness.
I tightened my pussy, gripping his cock, and making way for my cum.
"Go on, Go On, oh fuck, better don't stop." I screamed in pleasure.
"You love it yeah?" he asked going faster and deeper.
"Oh oh fuck I'm about to cum! oh fuckkk."
I screamed like I was about to lose my life.
Moments later, we lay there, chests rising and falling, sweat cooling on our skin.
He brushed my hair back, fingertips warm.
"God... I miss you so much."
"Mhm. You should."
He tugged my hair playfully. "So why are you refusing to elope with me?"
I snorted. "George. I thought you were joking."
"No. I'm serious. I'm leaving the country later today."
"Later today?" I sat up. "What's the time?"
"Four a.m."
"Oh fuck. Fuck..." I got off the bed, looking around.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I have something to prepare for."
"What's that?"
"You won't know."
"Oh yes I will," he said suddenly. "Because that's what I needed to tell you too."
I paused. "What?"
"My dad is getting married to your mom."
My whole world froze.
I turned slowly. "...do you know my mom?"
"Yes, of course. Back in grade 10, Your mom came and..."
"Oh. Yeah... right," I said.
But inside?
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to escape.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
I stared at him, dread crawling through my spine. "H...hold on. Who's your dad??"
He scoffed. "See? You don't care about me like I care about you."
"George, PLEASE. Who is your dad???"
He exhaled. "Dominic. Yes the tycoon."
My knees nearly buckled.
He went on casually, "Yeah, he's a public figure and wealthy and all that. But don't feel intimidated."
"How... how are you not bearing his name?" I whispered.
"Uh, family legacy required keeping the original surname. Something about lineage."
"Oh..."
He stepped forward. "You okay?"
I nodded, but everything inside me was shaking.
His phone rang.
He answered it.
While he talked, my mind was spiraling.
Dominic.
My mother.
His father.
Me and George.
No. No no no.
This is...
He returned.
"Sorry, babe. That was my dad."
My heart skipped again. "Oh. What did he say?"
"He's just pleading that I should help him with the wedding planning and all that."
I staggered backward.
This can't be happening.
This cannot be my life.
There was one question left.
One question that would decide if I could even breathe past today.
I swallowed. "So... uh... Are you... going to the wedding, since uh.... your father pleaded?"
I held my breath.
Waiting for the one answer that could shatter everything.
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7.3
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