My Ex’s Stepfather Became My Addiction Chapter 04

My Ex’s Stepfather Became My Addiction Chapter 04

There was no shame in Silas’s eyes, only naked possessiveness and dominance. He pressed down on the back of my hand, forcing me to grip him tightly, to feel a desire as honest as my own body’s. 

With his other rough, large hand, Silas yanked my panties down in one swift motion, driving that hot finger deep inside me. 

The finger moved wantonly within the slick passage. Every scrape against the sensitive inner walls sent a numbing pleasure through my scalp, obliterating my sanity in an instant. 

Even though I buried my face in shame against his broad, naked chest, afraid to look, he cruelly withdrew that liquid–coated finger and held it up right before my eyes. 

In the dim bathroom light, the glistening fluid on it completely betrayed just how hungry I was. 

“Really? You don’t want this…?” He whispered against my ear, like the murmur of a devil. 

My hips were pressed directly against the thin towel, and the rock–hard thing beneath it was grinding painfully against my already soaked entrance. 

“Mr. Thorne… I…” I tried to maintain the last shred of my pitiful dignity. 

Hearing that title, Silas’s movements abruptly paused. 

“Call me what?” He bit my earlobe, his voice low and dangerous, carrying an undeniable note of punishment. 

His hand deliberately circled the entrance, using his powerful, calloused thumb to grind and tease against my flooded core, refusing to actually enter and give me relief. 

“In the office, I am your boss. But in bed–when this is inside you–I forbid you to call me that.” 

“Ah…“* Pleasure mixed with emptiness crashed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t think at all; I could only instinctively seek to be filled. 

“Say Silas,” he commanded, speeding up that maddening friction with his hand. “Tell me, sweetheart, how much you want Silas… to fuck you.” 

“Give it to me… Silas… please…” I was utterly defeated, finally crying out that burning name through breathless sobs. 

That tearful plea seemed to completely shatter his last restraint. 

“Good girl,” he growled huskily as a reward, no longer just teasing around the edges. 

Without warning, that rough, calloused finger thrust fiercely into my tight, muddy passage. 

*“Mmph–!“* I let out a dying whimper, my nails digging deep into the muscles of his broad, naked back. It was a sensation too full, too direct–hotter and more alive than any cold toy I had ever used. 

With just the thrusting of a single finger, I felt a violent spasm, collapsing onto his shoulder, trembling through a climax. 

“Damn, you’re too sensitive, Elena.” Silas cursed under his breath, though his tone held a nuance of intense enjoyment. “Already?” 

He didn’t stop. While the aftershocks still lingered, his finger went deeper again, and… ruthlessly squeezed in a second one. 

A sharp tearing sensation instantly overpowered the pleasure. 

“It hurts… too big… I can’t…” My face went pale from the pain. I tried desperately to back away, but he held 

my waist in an iron grip. 

Silas’s movements stopped abruptly. 

He lifted his head and quickly withdrew his fingers, pulling out a glistening mess. 

“It hurts?” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing me. “Is this your first time?” 

My body went stiff, and the deep–seated inferiority and fear surged up. 

Ashamed and afraid, I could only lower my head, staring at the corner of his towel, my voice as small as a mosquito’s hum: “Yes… yes…” 

Silas gripped my chin, forcing me to look up and face him. 

“You were with him for two years, and you never did it?” 

I shook my head, tears falling uselessly. “I didn’t dare… I was afraid he’d find out I was sick, afraid he’d think I was a… a freak who’s always in heat. I was always taking meds, always hiding from him…” 

had confessed my most unspeakable secret to the last person who should know–my ex–boyfriend’s father. 

Silas fell silent. He looked at me, emotions churning in the depths of his eyes, and the hand resting between my legs didn’t move again. 

“I thought you were the kind…” He didn’t finish, but I understood. He thought I was a woman with a chaotic private life, perhaps even thinking I had been deliberately seducing him just moments ago. 

He took a deep breath, seeming to calm the roaring desire within him. That rock–hard, burning thing still pressed against me, but he leaned his body back slightly.