My Step Father, My Desire.

Emma My head jerks up. His question strikes me like a slap, I never saw it coming. My thoughts scrambled for balance. "What do you want from me?" Knox repeats the question. His gray eyes pin on my face. The atmosphere turns to a tight coil of tension, and the air feels heavy with silence. I try to drag the words out of my mouth but my tongue glues to the roof of my mouth.  The awkward silence seems to stretch for eternity. The calm in his eyes shifts into steel.  He leans forward, every edge of control slips from his features. "I want to set things straight between us," his voice had a tight tone. I don't even realize when I rise to my feet, lean across the table, and press a wet, desperate kiss against his lips. His body goes stiff, as I try to deepen the kiss,his breath mingles with mine. His hand reaches out to my face, cupping it delicately. I take his action as an indication to continue, trying to kiss him further, he breaks from the kiss, his hands drop to my shoulder, as he pushes me back gently. I draw back, sitting down. The sting of rejection is harder than before. I grit my teeth hard, feeling a spark of fury. My chest keeps rising and falling.  "Fine," I snapped. "I want you Knox. Can't you see it?" "Nothing can exist between us," he says. "Get a grip on yourself Emma. For heaven sake, I am your stepfather." His words, like a punch to my guts. I need him.  Just like a junkie craving a fix, I need Knox desperately, recklessly, and completely.  "I don't mean anything," I press hard. "We are not even related." I stretch my arm, reaching for his hand across the table, squeezing it gently.  He snatch his hand away from mine. "We can't do this." I gaze at him for a while, and then I bend my head,my face burning in shame. I have never feel so humiliated. My eyes brims with tear, and then it stream down my face.  "Emma, no. Come on, stop crying," he moves with speed and he was already by my side, taking a seat close to me. He takes my hand softly in his, tears blurs my vision, my head remain bent as I mourned my loss. When I finally look up, a flood if tears pours from my eyes. "I get it. I am not good enough for you," my voice trembled, thick with tears. "That's not true," he counters, his voice gentle. He lifts my chin gently with his fingers. "Look at me." I obey the command of his voice, raising my head to look at him but tears blurs my eyes, leaving me with a hazy outline of his face. I feel his calloused fingers trail to my eyes, wiping my tears. "Hush," he murmurs the word, barely a breath. "Don't cry." His voice is soft and velvety as it slides through my skin, Sending tingles of desire coursing through me.  It awakens something I can't control. My blurry vision clears, he drop his fingers from my face after wiping my tears. I can already imagine those long, elegant slender finger of his sliding into the delicate fokds of my  pussy, and my cum coating his fingers. And his lips which looks dangerously tempting, parting for his tongue to lick running around my clit. "Emma." "You look pale. Emma are you okay?" Zhe taps me gently. The sound of his voice pierced through my fantasy, I jerk in response. "Uhm, I'm fine," I murmur. "Just tired."  "Oh, I thought as much," he says. He stands in his feet. "Hold on, let me do the dishes, I will be right back." I watch him clear the table, something my mother never does. I'm always left with the duty of doing that whenever we sit together to eat as a family. Family indeed. The sound of water running in the sink, drifts from the kitchen. Without wasting much time, he was out. His long strides brings him standing before me. He holds out his hand, and I place mine in his palm. His hand wraps over mine as he drags me to my feet. I follow his steady steps, as we head for the spacious living room. We sit on a couch, and I turn fully facing him. His skin brushing mine for a fleeting moment before he shifts, putting a small space between us. I feel a sharp ache, as if he is intentionally distancing himself from me.  "Emma I - "Knox, I'm sorry for my actions," I blurted out, interrupting him from speaking. His gaze softens into a gleam of understanding. "I'm not here to scold you." He must really think worse about me. And I don't want that. My eyes glistens in tears, threatening to flow. He draw closer, his arms encircling my shoulder. "Stop crying," he consols me. "It's okay, I have nothing against you." I nod my head, sniffing back tears. His lips breaks into a heart stopping smile, and I respond, smiling back at him. "You're a young woman, it's normal to have feeling for men. Nothing is wrong with it." "Yes. I shouldn't have made those advances on you," I whisper, my voice has a tinge of regret. I laugh awkwardly. "What was I thinking? You must think I'm a horrible person." He takes his arms from my shoulder, holding my hands reassuringly. "No. You're a young woman with potentials. I've seen how you pour out your heart to tasks given to you at the company." My eyes lit up at the compliment. "Thank you." "It's just that you need to understand boundaries and stick to it," his cautions in a low controlled voice. "I promise, I will never throw myself at you." My voice trembled at the edges. He nods at me in acceptance. "Apologies accepted, as we forge a new beginning with mutual understanding." We both burst into laughter. The tension in the atmosphere slips away, lightning the mood. Suddenly, his ringtone disrupted the flow. He digs into his pocket, bringing out his cell phone.  "Hello," he answered the phone. I couldn't make out what the caller was saying but the smile on his face vanish. He turns to me, his gaze burns into me and I swallow hard. I bite my lips nervously. When he drops the phone, the air cracks in animosity. "Emma, did you submit the client acquisition report?" His voice carried a firm edge, laced with an authority that tightens my stomach. My eyes widens in panic. "T..the..report," I stuttered. Now I remember. Damn it! I feel like slapping myself. I had totally forgotten about it until now. "I'm so sorry." His glare was sharp with disappointment. "You forgot?" He snaps in rage. "Do you know what your incompetence has caused us?"