My twisted fantasy started when she saw me naked all those years ago.

The blush that had crept up on her face was a shade of pink that I would never forget. For nights that followed, her beautiful face haunted me. Then that night came.

The night that I decided to do something about it.

But it had been ten years since then.

After ten years, I had grown into the man I wanted to become. I had tried to move on, fuck other girls, but none of those women were ever enough to satiate my hunger. If anything, the action only made my body crave her more. 

Luckily for me, Samantha moved away right after high school. She stayed away, thinking that I hated her. 

And I moved on.

Or so I thought.

When I heard that her damn fiance fucked another man, I thought of consoling her in my damn bed, naked.

Does that make sense?

But instead of getting angry, I only told her four worlds.

‘I will be waiting.’

Horrified, I ended the call before she could say another word. 

Then I wrote down a list.

Something that would prevent her from seeing me. Or maybe something that would send her away again.

I grunted as the cold water hit my skin and tumbled down my muscles. My cock had been throbbing ever since I heard her voice again. And taking three showers in the past twenty-four hours didn’t do shit to ease the pain. The need to fuck her only intensified as I waited for her to walk into my house— the house of the man who had wanted her since we were seventeen.

“Fuck!”

I rubbed my body harder, hoping the pain would wake me up from this madness.

Every inch of me was calling her name. 

The beast inside me hummed with excitement. He only did that when she was in question. The object of my twisted desires.

The fact that she would be staying just a few steps away from us woke up something animalistic, something carnal inside me. 

I gulped as the thought of the handcuffs on my bed filled my bed. They were for her. Everything was for her. And I knew it was wrong. But for some fucked up reason, I couldn’t throw those things away. I even brought them out today to clean them meticulously.

I raked my fingers through my dark locks in exasperation.

I could not use those. No. Not on the woman that would officially become my stepsister in six fucking days. I cannot let the beast pull her into my messed-up world. No. That is forbidden, she is forbidden. 

Finished with my cold bath, I walked out of the bathroom. I didn't bother tying a towel since I was alone.

Then I saw her.

Standing in front of my bed. She was wearing a long black bodycon dress that accentuated all of her curves, her perky breasts, her small waist, and her wide thighs. Her brown hair was curled to perfection, and her lips parted as she gasped in surprise.

Our eyes met, and for a few seconds, I saw it.

I saw something I immediately recognized from all  those years ago.

The want.

The lust.

The need.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come into my room?”

She stammered and said that she was sorry. But it was too late for her.

The beast inside me had already seen it. It crawled out of me as a smirk laced my face. 

She stared at me and her eyes raked across my body before she dragged her doe eyes back to mine.

Seeing her flushed face, I took a step towards her delicate frame. I could crush her if I wanted to. I could paint her body in bruises if she let me. I could make her come apart and piece her back together, if she were mine, even for a night.

“Tell me, Samantha…” I gulped, the lust coursed through my very being. The beast inside me howled. It screamed and kicked and thrashed. It only wanted one thing and one thing alone. I hesitated, questioned my choices and then gulped before I continued. “How should I punish you this time?”

She blinked, her face turned even more scarlet.

Fuck! She’s beautiful!

“I — I don’t —" she looked at the cuffs again, her eyes widening as she gulped.

“Oh?” Interesting. “You’re curious, aren’t you?” I took another step. This time, I didn't stop until I was in front of her. She was so damn close that I was tempted to push her body back towards the bed and fuck her from behind. 

My cock begged for a release. 

Blood hummed inside me. Again, it was hard. For her.

She gasped when she saw it. 

“Sebastian…”

The way she said my name was something that I had been dreaming about for the last ten years.

I narrowed down the small space between us until my cock was pressing against her soft stomach. 

“Sebastian…” she gasped, and an unsolicited moan escaped her lips as she struggled to meet my eyes. I lifted my hand and traced a finger along the side of her face, keeping my gaze locked on hers.

“Naughty girls who don’t follow the rules need to be punished,” I said, my lips curved into a smirk. “Don’t you think so, Samantha?”

I thought I heard her moan again as she bit her lower lip, trying to contain her voice. 

I took another step and she took a step back in response. I continued until she was backed against the wall. I squinted at her before  lifting her wrist and pinning it to the wall just on top of her head. 

“Seb…” her irises shook and I had my answer. I wasn't sure until now if I should do this but knowing she wanted it, I wasn't gonna hold back on my curious little girl. So before she could say my name, I lowered my head and claimed her mouth. She opened up almost instantly, surprised by my action.

And I took advantage of it. I pushed my tongue inside her lips.

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