My Ex’s Stepfather Became My Addiction Chapter 03

My Ex’s Stepfather Became My Addiction Chapter 03

I tried to cover my ears, but it was useless. The frantic rhythm next door grew so violent that our own bed began to shake beneath us. 

This was torture. Every moan only made my condition more agonizing. 

Desperate, I tried to push Silas away, but he caught my wrists and pinned me against the headboard. 

The relentless vibrations traveled through the 

mattress and straight into my body, stoking the desperate ache I’d been denied release from. 

“Ah! I can’t take it… too fast…” The woman’s scream almost pierced through the wall, accompanied by the frantic banging of a headboard against the plaster. The vibrations made the wall behind me shudder against my back. 

The heat I had barely managed to suppress came rushing back with a vengeance, fueled by the noise just inches away and Silas’s overwhelming masculinepresence. 

My legs went weak, unable to hold my weight. I grabbed onto his arms, my nails digging into his muscles. 

Even as my brain screamed: “He’s your ex’s step–father“, “He’s your boss“, every cell in my body was screaming that it wanted him. 

I was torn between pushing him away to salvage my last shred of dignity, and begging him to take me as roughly as the man next door was taking that woman. 

The dissonance filled my eyes with humiliated tears. 

“Why now…” I choked out. 

My whole body trembled violently from his proximity. Then, a vivid image flashed behind my eyelids–him in the shower earlier, water sluicing down those hard muscles. My thighs instinctively clamped together, grinding tight to chase the sudden spark of friction. 

This subtle movement didn’t escape Silas’s eyes. 

His gaze slowly lowered, landing on my tightly pressed knees, his look darkening into something dangerous. 

Elena…” His voice was terrifyingly low, like an interrogation designed to break me. “Are you wet?” 

The words hit me like a slap in the face, making me dizzy. 

“No!” I shook my head violently, denying it in a panic. “I’m not… I just don’t have my meds…” 

“Still lying.” 

Silas frowned. Without another word, his large hand went straight beneath my bathrobe to that spot. 

“Don’t!” I tried in terror to grab his wrist, but against his absolute strength, my resistance was pathetic. 

He didn’t even need to take off my panties. Through the thin lace fabric, his long, rough fingers pressed accurately against the center of my thighs. 

In that instant, I jolted as if electrocuted. All my senses were magnified to the extreme. The sensation was hot, wet, sticky–irrefutable proof that my body had betrayed me. 

“So wet.” He murmured, his tone rising at the end with a cruel mocking lilt. “This is what you call ‘no‘? Your mouth says no, but down here…” 

His finger traced a malicious circle through the fabric, pressing down on the most sensitive spot. 

“Ah…” 

A broken moan escaped my lips. I covered my mouth in despair as tears burst from my eyes. 

was over. Amidst the obscene sounds of sex from next door, I was pinned against a wall by my ex–boyfriend’s father, proven by him to be a slut who could get soaked without even being touched. 

“Do you really not want this?” He whispered in my ear, his breath fanning across the shell of my ear, raising goosebumps all over my skin. 

I was making a last struggle. I should push him away, slap him, and quit. But… but then his fingers left the spot. 

The sudden emptiness nearly broke me. 

Before I could catch my breath, Silas suddenly grabbed my wrist. 

Since your mouth is so stubborn, let’s confirm it with your hand.” 

He guided my hand, forcing it downwards, past the damp white towel around his waist, until it covered the enormous, rock–hard erection beneath. 

The searing, hard, massive sensation burned my palm; I could even feel the throbbing of veins beneath the skin. 

My eyes widened in horror as I looked at him.