CHAPTER THREE

Nora’s breath stopped in her throat. The door she had slammed open hung wide, and there he was.

Louis sat on the edge of his bed, stark naked, his head tilted back slightly, his chest rising and falling in deliberate rhythm. His hand moved slow and purposefully over himself, and the sound of her sharp gasp broke through the quiet of the room.

For one horrifying and thrilling second, he did not stop. His eyes lifted to hers, steady and unreadable, while his hand continued its stroke as though he had known she would appear, as though he had been waiting for her.

Nora’s entire body locked in place. Every instinct screamed at her to turn, to shut the door, to flee down the hall before her legs gave out under her. But the longer she stared, the more impossible it became to move.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, her palms damp, and her heart pounded so loud she thought he might hear it.

Louis’s voice cut through the silence, low and deliberate. “You could have knocked, Nora. But maybe this is what you wanted to see.”

Her mouth opened, then closed again. She finally managed a whisper. “I—I only came to give you a message from my mom. She said you should send her the document.”

Louis did not move immediately. His hand slowed, then stilled, though he did not bother to cover himself. He leaned back slightly on one arm, watching her with a gaze that pinned her to the doorway. “You saw more than a message, and you are still standing there.”

Her fingers curled tight around the doorknob. “I should leave.”

“Then leave.” His tone was steady, unbothered, as though he had handed her all the control and was waiting to see what she would do with it.

Her knees wobbled, but she did not step back. The heat that had flared low in her belly when she had walked in only grew worse under his calm stare. Shame burned across her skin, but it tangled with something more dangerous. Something hungry.

“Why?” Her voice cracked but she pushed the words out anyway. “Why do you look at me like that, Louis?”

He stood, unhurried, his body unapologetically bare as he closed the distance between them. Each step he took made the air in the room feel heavier, until she could not breathe properly.

When he stopped only a few feet away, his voice dropped lower, rougher. “I look at you like that because you want me to. Last night proved it. This morning proved it. And the way you are staring at me right now proves it again.”

Her pulse jumped. “You are my stepfather. You cannot say things like that to me.”

“You kissed me back in the kitchen. You touched yourself while thinking of me. You are standing here now, not turning away. You can tell yourself it is wrong, Nora, but your body already answered for you.”

Her throat worked hard, trying to swallow the knot of guilt that lodged there. “You do not know what you are saying.”

Louis stepped closer until she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. His hand rose, slow and deliberate, brushing her hair back from her face. His fingers trailed down the side of her neck, and she shivered despite herself.

“I know exactly what I am saying,” he murmured. “The question is, are you ready to admit it?”

Her knees weakened, and she stumbled back until her spine hit the door. He caged her there, one hand braced beside her head, his body close enough that the heat radiating from him wrapped around her like a storm she could not escape.

Nora’s breath came fast and shallow. “If my mom finds out…”

“She will not.” His words were certain, his tone calm. “Unless you tell her. Do you plan to tell her, Nora?”

Her lips trembled. She tried to speak, but no answer came.

Louis leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “That is what I thought.”

Her entire body trembled. She wanted to shove him back, to run, to scream that this was madness. But when his hand slid down her side and found the edge of her nightgown, lifting the hem slowly, her fingers clutched at his wrist instead of pushing him away.

“Louis…” Her voice cracked, full of pleading she did not understand. “Please… stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?” His question was quiet, dangerous, impossible to answer honestly.

Her silence betrayed her.

His mouth brushed against her temple, soft at first, then down to her cheek, then hovered just above her lips. “Say it, Nora. Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you do not…”

Her chest rose and fell in frantic waves. Shame and desire warred inside her until she thought she might collapse from the weight of it. And when her lips finally parted, the word that slipped out was not the one she had meant to say.

“Don’t stop please.”

Louis’s mouth closed over hers instantly, fierce and consuming. His kiss was not gentle. It was deep, claiming, filled with the same hunger that had crackled between them since the first night.

Her hands pushed against his chest, but instead of shoving him away, her fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer. His tongue brushed against hers, and she moaned into his mouth, her entire body arching toward his.

When his hand slid higher beneath her nightgown, brushing her bare hip, she gasped against his lips. He did not stop, did not hesitate, and her body betrayed her again by leaning into his touch instead of recoiling.

The sound of the hallway clock ticking bled through the silence of the room, each second stretching into an eternity. Nora’s mind screamed at her to pull back, but her body refused to obey.

Louis deepened the kiss, his hand cupping her thigh, pulling it upward until she clung to him for balance. Her pulse thundered, her shame screamed, but the heat of his skin against hers drowned everything else out.

He carried her up and lay her on the bed, his dick moving as he dropped her.

Nora’s back hit the mattress, the springs giving a soft protest under her weight. Louis followed her down, bracing himself on one arm so he hovered just above her, close enough that his breath brushed her cheek.

Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, every inhale shaky, every exhale threaded with need. She clutched at his shirt, twisting the fabric as if that were the only thing anchoring her.

“Louis…” Her voice cracked, half-whisper, half-moan. “We shouldn’t—”

He kissed her again, harder, swallowing the words before they could take shape. His hand slid over her thigh, pulling it against his hip. The heat of him pressed where she ached most, and her back arched helplessly.

He brings out his hands that were filled with her. He took them to his lips and licked them off with her eyes on him.

He then held his dick as he strode it slowly, while moving it to her thigh. He penetrated into her pussy like she was whore ready to be explored.

The first thrust made her winch as it came out both painful and sweet.

She has never felt this pleasure before and Louis wasn't ready to stop anytime soon. He thrust deep into her again releasing every organism in her body while banging her hard.

A small, broken sound slipped from her lips. “Please…”

His mouth left hers only long enough to trail fire down her neck, his tongue flicking against her pulse as he rode her slowly. The moan that tore out of her made her bite down on her knuckle, but he caught her wrist and pinned it above her head, freeing the sound she tried to smother.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled softly against her skin.

Her thighs clenched around his dick, trapping him there. She trembled beneath the weight of his body, every nerve ending alive and sparking.

“More,” she breathed, the word shaky and desperate. “I need more.” she said when he tried to remove his dick from her wet pussy.

Her plea only seemed to ignite him further. His free hand roamed higher under the thin fabric of her nightgown, fingers splaying across her stomach, moving slowly upward until her breath hitched so sharply it almost hurt.

Nora twisted under him, torn between shame and craving, but the sound that left her mouth was pure need—a moan that echoed against the darkened room.

When his lips crashed back to hers, she met him with equal hunger, whimpering against his mouth, her body arching up to meet every touch, every brush of his hand.

He left her lips and went for boobs, he cupped one into his mouth and began sucking on it as he bangs her hard.

Nora's moans went louder as she went out of control.

“Fuck..” she muttered out before she could stop herself, the pleasure she was feeling was more than any ice cream she had ever had.

Louis let out a smirk. “ Call me daddy.” He said moving faster.

“Ouch… da…daddy.” Nora moans slowly.

“Louder.” Louis said, increasing his pace.

“Fuck… Daddy.” Nora cursed.

Louis smiled and continued riding her as she pleaded for more.