Chapter 7

• Aleen POV::
• The music fades and before the next one could start, I try to pull away from Stephane, to escape before I lost my mind totally, but his hand on my lower back is firm, unyielding. He is not done with me. My heart rate picks up pace and I know my face is one huge guilty tomato. Thankfully, the dance floor is dimly lit so those around can't decipher what is going on. My next best shot is to bury my face in his shoulders, I don't want to do that. He smells too good. It is a lure that can pull me in.
• "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.
• I don't have a response to that with the wild way my heart is beating. He can't say that. He is not allowed to say that. It is not fair. His hand snakes down till he reaches my lower back, he cocks his head sideways at me, watching me to see what my reaction would be, I am frozen with feral lust and fear. My mother is just at the other room. She could come back here to look for her husband anytime soon. And the people surrounding us are all family and close friends. Stephane and Mike have been friends for so long, they are practically family at this point. This is insanity. He has gone mad.
• "I am not. You are not. Let me go, Stephane. This has gotten too dangerous. Everybody is watching us!" My whisper rises shrilly. I am overthinking it, of course. Nobody is paying us any attention. Yet. That is the most important part. Nobody is paying us any attention, yet. One small shift and we would be paid that attention and it wouldn't be good. I can't believe Stephane would come stop my dance with that guy whose name I didn't even get, I still can't believe his maddening nerve. His excuse was flimsy and very obvious.
• "That wasn't what you were saying upstairs when you had your cute little ass in my face." He growls, still holding me tight as I start trying to pull away from his hold. My heart is still going hard. Like a drum out of control. Being scared and turned on is not a good combination. I can't differentiate the emotions and it is driving me insane. I am getting paranoid.
• "Stephane. Please. Let me go. Christine might walk in any moment from now." I glance around, seeing the lights and hearing the laughter from the other room. What I mean is that he should let me go before I lose my mind from the silent torture his touches and voice is putting me under. This is hardly the right place. The dance floor is getting cleared and we are becoming more and more exposed.
• "Aleen. Is that really what you are worried about? Christine seeing us dance?" His wicked words lick a trail of fire down my spine. His lips at my ear is a different kind of torture on its own. It is all too much.
• "Yes." I croak, losing my nerve. I am soaked through my underwear at this point. Why does he elicit this reaction from me? He is my stepfather! My mother's husband! Fuck. How did I get into this mess?
• "Why don't I believe you, Aleen? Your body language tells me a different story." He traces a finger up my exposed spine, slowly, possessively, I shiver uncontrollably.
• This is how I got myself into this mess. I couldn't resist him. He is irresistible. Dangerous.
• "Please. I will do anything you want if you will just let me go now." I hate to plead but I don't have a choice. He makes me submit just by his sheer will. He exudes a masculinity that is raw and pure and overpowering. He has insane control over my body and we both know it. I hate it so much.
• He lets me go, just by a fraction so our bodies are no longer touching. He smirks at me and in the dull lights of the dance floor, he looks like an apex predator. Dark and foreboding. I had just given him what he wanted.
• "Good girl. Once it is midnight. Make your way to the basement. I will be waiting for you there." He says with a dark glint to his features, I should step back, away from this dangerous man, but I can't. I am unable to.
• "What do you want with me?" I ask shakily. But I know what he wants and he knows I want it too. It is in my body language and my flushed face. We both know it. That first time upstairs only opened the door for many more encounters. He is never letting me go. And I hate that I find that exciting.
• "You will find out." He smirks at me, pulling his hands from around my bare back and waist, making sure to linger as long as he wants, setting my skin and mind on fire.
• I turn around but his voice reaches me, "Don't be late. You know I don't appreciate tardiness."
• I don't turn around as I hurriedly leave the dance floor.
• "Aleen! What was all that about? Have you lost your mind! Anyone could have been watching you guys!" Charlie pulls me aside, whispering sharply. Her eyes are wide and concerned.
• Before I can answer, my mother comes into view, she sees me and walks into the kitchen, I stop her.
• "Mom, I am done. I want to retire to bed. Charlie and I have a long day tomorrow, returning to college." I tell her and take Charlie's hand as I walk out, without waiting for a reply. It was her damn idea that I come for this wedding. And now I am hooked to her husband.