Breeding His Virgin Stepdaughter

Damien's phone kept ringing insistently on the nightstand. Monalisa lay beneath him, still trembling from her orgasm, her body slick with sweat and his cum. She watched as he reached over and answered the call without pulling out of her.

"Marcus," Damien said, his voice low and rough. "Make it quick."

Monalisa bit her lip as he slowly rolled his hips, still buried deep inside her. She tried to stay quiet, but a soft whimper escaped when he hit a sensitive spot.

Damien's golden eyes locked onto hers in warning as he listened to his Beta. "Viktor is testing the borders again? Handle it. I don't want to hear excuses."

He thrust slowly into her while speaking, as if proving a point. Monalisa gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The forbidden thrill of him being inside her while talking business made her even wetter.

"Yes... I'm aware of the rumors," Damien continued, his voice growing darker. "But my personal life is none of their concern. Keep the pack in line. I'll deal with Viktor myself if necessary."

He ended the call and tossed the phone aside, then he looked down at Monalisa with pure hunger.

"You heard that?" he asked, resuming his slow, deep thrusts.

She nodded, breathless. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything will be fine as long as you stay where you belong," he growled. He pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the loss, then flipped her onto her stomach.

Damien gripped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. He pushed back inside her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Monalisa moaned loudly into the pillow as he started fucking her with long, powerful strokes.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he groaned, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. "This tight little pussy was made for Daddy."

Monalisa pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, the angle was devastating. Every stroke hit that perfect spot inside her, making her see stars.

"Daddy..." she whimpered. "Please... don't stop."

Damien spanked her ass hard, then soothed the sting with his palm. "I'm not stopping until you're dripping with my cum again."

He fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His fingers worked her clit expertly until Monalisa shattered, crying out as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking his cock.

With a deep groan, Damien buried himself deep and came, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of cum. He stayed inside her for a long time, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep.

Finally, he pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He gathered her into his arms, holding her against his chest. For a few moments, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he stroked her hair.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he said quietly. "Not your friends, not anyone, this stays between us."

Monalisa nodded against his chest, feeling a strange mix of comfort and fear. "I know... it's wrong."

"It's not wrong," Damien replied, his voice firm.

"You're mine now, and I protect what's mine."

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a slower, deeper kiss that made her heart flutter. For the first time, Monalisa felt something more than just lust, a dangerous pull toward the man she was never supposed to want.

But as the night faded into morning, reality began to creep in.

The next day, Monalisa woke up alone in Damien's bed. Her body was sore in the best and worst ways. She slipped on one of his shirts and quietly tried to sneak back to her own room down the hall.

She had barely made it halfway when a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against a hard chest.

"Where do you think you're going, princess?" Damien's deep voice rumbled in her ear.

Monalisa's heart raced. "I... I was going to my room."

Damien turned her around and pressed her against the wall, his body caging hers. "Your room is here now. With me, every night."

Before she could protest, he kissed her deeply, his hand sliding under the shirt to cup her bare pussy. Two fingers pushed inside her, finding her still wet from last night and this morning.

"Damien..." she moaned softly.

He fingered her slowly, possessively, while kissing her neck. "Say it correctly."

"Daddy," she breathed, her head falling back against the wall.

Just as he was about to drop to his knees, the sound of a car pulling up outside the mansion reached them.

Damien froze, his expression darkened as he looked toward the window.

"Stay here," he ordered, pulling his fingers out of her. "Do not come downstairs until I tell you."

As he walked away to check who had arrived, Monalisa's phone vibrated on the nightstand in his room. She crept back inside and picked it up.

It was a message from her best friend Sophie.

Sophie: Monalisa, where are you? You've been absent for weeks. I'm worried. Call me.

Monalisa stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Before she could reply, Damien's voice echoed from downstairs, calm but commanding.

She realized with a sinking feeling that her old life was calling... while her new, dangerous one refused to let her go.