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The metal door snaps angrily against its unyielding frame, bringing me back to myself as the music fades. It’s just dull thudding through the brick wall now, the club pulsing like a heartbeat as grit shifts treacherously under my stilettos and the night air chills my skin.
“ Careful ,” he rasps, worried and irritated all at once, his arm tight around my waist as I stumble.
He?
I came out with Rose and Kaydel tonight. The boys are locked away in their dorm room together — no doubt fooling around like they do pretty much anytime they’re not in class, they’re anything but subtle — but the person beside me is warm. Familiar. His hulking frame bent like a wire coat hanger as he holds me upright.
My arm is slung over his shoulders, my body responding like a drunken marionette as he urges me along the alley behind the club.
And I am drunk. Fuck, I’m obliterated , he’s almost carrying me.
I should be scared, but I’m not.
He smells like woodsmoke. Like whisky and home.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He sounds exasperated as hell, like it’s not the first time I’ve asked him that.
I manage to haul my head back to look up at him, and he’s pissed . A tendon jumps in the hollow of his cheek as he twitches his silvering hair out of his face — and I gasp as his dark gaze finds mine.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this livid.
It isn’t funny but the giggles spill out of me anyway, and his glare smolders in the darkness. “You think this is funny?”
“ No-ho-ho, ” I manage through my laughter, the raucous sounds echoing off the bricks.
“Your mom at home with a migraine, and you out getting wrecked,” he grumbles, doggedly hauling me onward as sweat turns to icicles along my spine. “When the hell did you turn twenty-one, young lady?”
Young lady . It was cute when I was ten. Now it just makes him sound like a dinosaur.
The thought only makes me laugh harder, until I’m snorting and pitching forward and he has to yank me back upright, his body stronger than steel as he gathers me against him.
He’s so big. I thought he’d seem smaller as I grew up, but he still towers over me, gloomier than Hades as he drags me toward the sedan parked at the alley’s mouth. His car.
“God dammit , Rey.” His low voice goes right through me, making me clench with want where I shouldn’t. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“How much time d’you have?” I mumble through my stupid, helpless snickering.
“Don’t act like your mother and I haven’t given you everything, including the college education you seem hell-bent on ignoring.” His fingers regrip at the curve of my waist, yanking me flush against the line of his body. “Just pissing away all that potential.”
“Oh, boo-hoo, Professor ,” I snap, stung even in this stupor. Hopefully the title is a reminder of how little my freshman-year education — alcohol-soaked or not — is costing him. “Maybe I’ll jus’ drop out and save you both the trouble.”
“You will do no such thing.” He’s so pissed he’s fucking vibrating , a human volcano of fire and ice and obsidian that’s hauling me toward the car. Toward home, where mom’s probably pressing a designer ice pack to her forehead, sipping a cocktail and bemoaning my Saturday night misadventure. “You’re going to sleep this off, and tomorrow morning you will be a model daughter. No more drunken escapades, no more bailing you out. Do I make myself clear?”
The sedan’s just there in front of us, but the thought makes me almost bend double with laughter.
My stepfather stops again, his long fingers a manacle around my wrist, pulling it tighter over his broad shoulders. “Just what is so funny?”
“You need to get laid.”
Ben goes rigid, his muscles iron-taut against my body.
For a few seconds he can’t even speak — and I’m actually grateful that my head’s spinning too hard for me to look up at him again.
His voice finds me in a world of spiraling asphalt. “You little — fucking — brat.”
My knees go out under me, but he scoops me up as I fall, hitching me up in his arms and cradling me against his chest. His musky scent makes my thighs clamp together, and I’m not sure if he’s still walking forward or just standing there holding me.
Brat .
He’s never been unkind to me, let alone cruel. He’s never called me names.
Does he think he’s my real dad, the long-since-vanished sap actually Bazine fucked to make me?
Anger courses through my veins, fire-hot — and I try to fight him but he’s sober. Strong. So massive that he swallows me in his sandalwood-scented embrace.
Then he is walking again, his footfalls shaking my bones. “You need a fucking attitude adjustment.”
“Sorry, Daddy ,” I seethe, flailing in vain.
“Don’t Daddy me, Rey,” he tells me in that cold, lecturing tone, the one that makes me even more pissed. “Getting so drunk you can’t even walk — and way underage — you’re going to get hurt.”
“Says you.”
“Yeah,” he sneers. “Says me.”
Chilly fiberglass greets my bare thighs as he tosses me down on the trunk, the surface bowing under my ass. His arm snakes around the small of my back, his other hand unforgiving against my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.
He’s furious. Beyond furious — and my gut curls at the intensity of his gaze.
“You. Are. Going to. Get. Raped,” he says, practically spitting the words into my face. “Do you understand that, princess?”
Ben Solo. He looks nothing like the man Mom married eight years ago, the mild-mannered historian with raven hair. The man who bounced me on his knees as the band played and I wore my prettiest dress, the one with a pink ribbon.
Now his fathomless eyes are lined with crow’s feet, his jaw shaded with salt-and-pepper stubble — but he’s hot . So hot that it’s become a regular thing for his doe-eyed students to ask me what it’s like living with him. If I ever hear him and my ice-bitch mother fucking.
I doubt he’s gotten any since their wedding night. He’s perpetually grumpy. Taciturn.
But tonight I’m not on his lap, and he’s not the quiet, easygoing man who’s been the closest thing I could ever have to a real father. He’s holding me close as his breath warms my face, standing between my splayed knees and wedging them open with his hips.
I want to kiss him. Mold my lips against his and see if he tastes like whisky and anger, too.
The thought’s so crazy that more giggles burble up in my chest, and then I’m laughing right in my stepdad’s stupid handsome face.
“You think that’s funny?” he hisses.
My head lolls back as he releases my chin, and then his hand is hot between my naked thighs, fingers finding the narrow strip of my thong.
His eyes flash with surprise, like he was expecting more fabric there — but then it’s gone and he’s pressing firmly, moving the wet patch of pink plaid cotton in little circles. Dragging it through my folds so smoothly that I realize two things simultaneously.
Ben knows exactly what he’s doing … and I’m soaked for him.
“Anyone could do this to you,” he growls, the pads of his fingers finding the hard bud of my clit through the thong and lingering. Pulsing rhythmically. “Is that what you want?”
My teeth click as I set my jaw, tilting my head to the side so hard that the muscles in my neck burn. “ You’re the only one touching me. Is this what you want?”
“You little fucking slut,” Ben snarls, his eyes flashing blacker than midnight.
“Pedo,” I hiss.
His skin burns like the sun as he crushes his lips to mine.
He hooks my thong aside with a practiced hand and his fingers sink into me. How many I don’t know, but it’s more than one — and his tongue fills my mouth as I cry out, tasting of dark, forbidden sweetness.
He caresses me, spreading my soft walls and pushing deep.
I should shove him away, but I’m aching for him, and my hips rock to meet his intrusion. One of my arms is already around his neck, and I knot my fingers into his hair. Tight .
He grunts into my mouth, his stubble scraping my jaw as he ravages me — and then it’s fucking unfair because his thumb finds my slickened clit and he works me in hard little strokes, sending ripples of guilty pleasure through my belly.
Hands that’ve washed my hair. Hands that’ve stroked my back when I was crying, if tentatively. Now he’s buried in me three knuckles deep, surging into me with bruising force.
Does he know I’m a virgin?
Does it matter?
“Is this what you want?” Ben mutters, his plush lips stumbling against mine. “To get fucked in a back alley by some horny, desperate man who just needs to get his dick wet?”
I yank him far enough away to nuzzle into his neck — and his body goes rigid again as I bite his neck. Gently at first, just barely scraping his skin with my teeth. Then harder, surrendering to the urge to clamp down, making him wrench me away.
My cheek stings as he slaps me across the face.
Fuck , it feels amazing.
I shove my hips against his hand and he fingers me just as hard, my pussy slopping wetly for him.
“ Someone has to teach you a lesson,” he growls from somewhere in the darkness as my eyes refuse to stay open. It’s just a blur, everything faraway and lost to the intoxicated haze.
My back arches as I laugh, defying the metal bzzt as he drags his zipper down. Fuck, are his pants already open? “I bet you wanna teach me, you old perv.”
“You’re asking for it, Rey.” Something hot and hard pushes around the line of my thong to rub against me from clit to cunt. “Wandering around drunk in this poor excuse for a dress … someone’s going to use you as his cumdumpster.”
It’s such a foul word from his perfect lips.
Fuck , I love it. The idea of him actually coming inside me.
We gasp together as he notches himself into my drenched hole, raw and real — and I force my eyes open in time to see him suck his dripping fingers.
“Your pussy tastes like candy,” my stepfather murmurs.
I can smell myself on his breath.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he threatens, his silvering hair glinting from the distant streetlights as he starts to sink into me.
No one can see us here, lost in the darkness of the filthy alley, me perched on the trunk of the car, bare thighs spread open to admit him.
I suck his lower lip, dragging my teeth against his velvet-soft skin.
I don’t say anything.
He pushes into me, grunting softly again as he fills me.
He’s so big, so thick that it pinches — but the pain is agonizingly beautiful, making me mewl into him as he urges himself deeper.
Into me. Inside me, claiming my cunt with every forced centimeter.
“Good girl.” He strokes my hair, his voice as tight as my quim. “Good little slut.”
I’m wet. Hungry. Ready for him as he fills me to bursting, his shaft sheathed in my pussy.
He’s utterly hard, his shaft throbbing as he claims me completely … and I finally understand what it means to be taken .
I’m full, so full, stretched open around him…
He bends, his sterling-shot hair tickling my neck as he withdraws just enough to shove deeper, greased with my own dripping need as he pistons into me. His breaths rasping with every harsh thrust.
“Daddy…”
The aching little whimper crawls out of my throat, and his lips graze my neck in a distracted kiss.
How long’s it been for him? I can’t remember when I stopped hearing the telltale thud of their bedframe against the adjoining wall. Thirteen, maybe? Just when I started touching myself, wondering what he might look like, feel like.
He cradles my head, sealing his mouth against mine again as he ruts into me harder, hips snapping.
My precarious heels skid against the trunk as I plant my feet, and he pushes me back on the car, his huge body covering mine and warming me against the night’s chill.
I can feel the ridges of his cockhead as he bottoms out inside me. There’s a tweak of pain but it’s like he’s touching my very center — and he presses deeper, swallowing my yelp as I cry out.
He rapes me quietly. Brutally. Straining into me again and again until I lose myself in his determined tempo.
Professor Ben Solo. Not the man anyone would expect to find violating his stepdaughter in the alley outside a club, yet here he is, balls-deep inside me without even the courtesy of a condom.
Like he’s reading my reeling thoughts, he breaks away far enough to mumble, “You’re on the pill, aren’t you?”
I shake my head.
He doesn’t stop. Just forces a single, smug word through his clenched jaw: “ Fuck .”
His thumb skims over my cheek in soft sweeps as rapture shapes my body into an arc. He’s unyielding. Unrelenting.
There’s no one else I’d rather come for, now that I’m wasted enough to admit it.
I can’t hold myself back from the ecstatic brink — and then I’m lost, my virginity scourged away and stolen by my stepfather’s hard cock as I writhe beneath him, lost in brilliance.
Ben’s massive body is draped over mine like a weighted blanket. I caress his hair, and god , it’s softer than satin under my fingertips.
“Rey…” he growls.
My frame clenches tight in response to the sound of my name from his perfect lips.
He only pounds into me harder.
“I’m not going to pull out.” His full lips brush mine — but his ruthless rhythm is unaltered, even by the words. Words that should be horrific. “I’m going to come inside you. Fill you up. D’you understand?”
I nod shakily, and he prints a kiss on my cheek.
The same kind of kiss he gave me when I graduated high school. At my party, when he pulled away and I thought I’d done something wrong.
Now I know better. Now that he’s sunk in me dick-deep, and I understand what that shudder means.
“I want your cum,” I try to whisper — and the words come out as a hungry rasp as he rides me, thrusting deep, giving me every bit of him. “Daddy … Daddy, please give it to me—”
“ Rey ,” he groans.
My name has never sounded more beautiful.
I feel his heat as he pours himself into me, his fiery load painting the inside of my cunt.
He doesn’t stop. Just groans as he comes — and though the rapture is embroidered with a perfect pain, I don’t stop either.
“Good girl.” His voice is hoarse with need, and he’s just as thick, just as hard as he shoves deeper. More flaming beads drip into me — and he’s ready, cradling my head as it drops back. “Stay with me, sweetheart, I’m just going to turn you over.”
Ben’s lips press against mine in a ravenous kiss, and then he’s moving me, extracting himself from my dripping slit.
I can feel his spend trickling out of me, his come staining the inside of my thighs as he lifts me down and gently turns me around, bending me over so that my torso is draped on the trunk of the sedan.
I fold my arms into a pillow. He’s supporting my hips, my ass nice and high from my stilettos. I don’t even mind as he shoves the hem of my dress up over my hips, dragging the cum-soaked thong down to my mid-thighs.
“ Fuck off ,” he yells over his shoulder, and my body shakes with his words before I realize someone else yelled from further up the alley.
The club’s emergency door snicks shut, and then we’re alone again.
His cockhead traces a wet arc up the side of my thigh, his fingers grazing the inside of my leg as he finds me again — and my back goes ramrod-straight as he slams into the wet seam of my cunt.
He grunts as he thrusts, my pussy already slick and open. Ready to be used.
Daddy leans over me, his arm braced against the trunk beside my cheek as his other hand reaches around me to find the apex of my thighs. Drawing the hood of my clit back, his greased thumb striking me like sparks as he ravages me.
He doesn’t have to say it for me to know he’s never fucked my frigid bitch of a mother like this.
“What if I get pregnant?” I whimper, suddenly afraid of the way my womb could quicken for him like a sparking match.
His laughter heats the shell of my ear. “Good.”
We move in wordless unison. Me bracing myself against the trunk of Ben’s car as he fucks me raw, urging his spent seed further into me as his next load builds.
I can feel it coming, from the moment his thick shaft starts to twitch in my belly to the way his tempo quickens.
I reach back, catch his wrist, and pull his hand higher.
His hungry fingers clutch at my breast, but then he switches hands, caging my throat as the other plunges down to the sensitive nexus of nerves between my legs once more.
“Baby,” he groans, and I can feel him throbbing in my pussy, thrusting harder as he works me. Trying to force me to come with him. “Little Reyling…”
I don’t have a choice. His cock and his fingers are too demanding — and I keen with release as I shatter, the ecstatic fluttering of my cunt urging him over the brink.
He pours into me again, groaning and thrusting deep as he unloads.
His lips brush my cheek as he comes apart, and we’re locked together, falling, falling into oblivion as he claims me afresh.
“Daddy,” I beg quietly, but he only fucks me deeper, soaking my cervix.
“Babygirl…”
He kisses my cheek. Caresses my sides from my breasts to my hips as he straightens.
But he doesn’t pull out of me. Not until every glittering bead of cum is wrung from his tip like a diamond, until I’m full of him. Only then does he ease out of me, leaving me dripping and wanting as he slowly turns me around to face him.
“Let’s go home and tell your mother,” he says quietly.
I lift one shoulder in a shrug, trying to ignore the way my dress is still rucked up to my waist and my thighs are flooded with his semen. “Or we could not.”
He isn’t softening. If anything, his erect cock twitches higher against his abdomen as he looks down to find my tits bare, the neckline of my dress snagged under the gentle curves.
How is he still hard?
“Just a few more minutes,” I plead — and I make the sullied thong drop to the ground with a twitch of my knee.
He notices.
“Please, Daddy?”
To my relief, he moves closer. Slips his arm around my waist and wraps his fingers around his wet shaft, nudging into my folds as he lifts me. Impaling me on his brutal length, splitting me to my core.
I’m aching. Wet. Full.
He’s my anchor.
“Pretty Reyling,” he murmurs as he settles me on the edge of the trunk again, his thick, throbbing cock buried deep inside me where it belongs. “Be good for me, okay?”
I nod. I can be good for him.
Very, very good.
The sweet taste of his mouth fills mine as he kisses me again, and I melt into my stepfather’s loving embrace.