Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 96

9: Aleksei.

I've had my fair share of arguments with the angel.

She has been a teenage girl for our entire acquaintance, so this did not come as a surprise. When one of her younger tutors invited Georgina to a party, Georgina didn't bother asking me if she could go, obviously knowing I would object. She merely attempted to sneak out, tiptoeing right past where I sat waiting in the driveway, drinking a cup of coffee. Her reaction was not pleasant. Especially when I enumerated the kind of trouble waiting for a fifteen-year-old girl at a house party. I came dangerously close to explaining what I would have done, in my former life, if I came across her at a party. And I wasn't handcuffed by my vow.

She would have been flat on her back before she could blink, my dick so deep she would feel it in her little throat.

My thirst for Georgina is unmatched. Before the day I saw her looking so sad on the front porch, I'd spent my life providing for and protecting my family.

Moving up through the ranks of the Mafia. There was no time for women, and I didn't give a shit. Yet the moment Georgina turned her green eyes on me, I was consumed. Obsessed. Never before had a female of any age even turned my head, but this one. She'd called to the deepest part of my soul. Life stopped being a burden and became something that would be spent making her happy.

Making her mine.

"Are we almost there?"

My cock grows thick hearing her voice for the first time in an hour. "Da," I rasp. "Very close."

She sits up straighter and scans the lush greenery we're passing. There's a definite curiosity in her expression, but not quite enough to overtake the stubbornness.

"You have been thinking very hard over there."

"Yes, I have."

Her arms are back to being crossed, and I sigh. "Would you like to share?"

"Yes, I would." My patience thins rapidly, waiting for her to continue, but she finally does. "In the library, you said...you've been wanting to touch me for a long time."

Fuck. My blood pumps fast and hot at having my hunger for her out in the open. "I've been a slavering beast in a cage, angel. Is not quite the same thing.

some of its rigidness, and she begins talking in a rush. "Well, I was thinking about how you take off every Sunday night and you don't come home until

headed, my lips jump at one end.

Aleksei. And you might

the steel out of my voice. "I knew you were innocent already, but now that I've had my finger buried in your extra — tight pussy, there's

"But I'm smart enough to know men

minutes feel like a fucking eternity. Because her Russian temperament would make her feisty and giving when in the green monster's grip. However, I will never know this for sure, because I will not give her

from

this very drive,

"Our

to point it out to her, because she recognizes it. "Aleksei..." she whispers, her hands flying to her

trapped in my chest. "For you,

moment the car is in park, Georgina unhooks her seatbelt and jumps from the car, running into the

a green roof and window

move made by the doctor. When the woman handed me a prescription and left, Georgina asked me to read her a book. On her shelf, I found a worn-out copy of Anne of Green Gables and learned it was her favorite. From that day forward, it became

of Green Gables." She spins around with tears in her eyes, launching herself into my waiting arms. "You did this? You... built this

around my neck, and I lift her off the ground, my hands sliding down her

tears in her eyes,

in yet." She turns toward the

to my gift, there's dread bubbling inside me. We arrived earlier than expected due to the lack of traffic, and there's a tick behind my eye, sharpness in my gut. Thirty minutes remaining until I can spill my need between my angel's thighs. How will

all ways. Just hold on a short

the door and we cross the threshold, flipping on the light as I've done on countless visits while furnishing the house. Georgina squeals at our surroundings, wiggling around on my cock to get down. My lips peel back in a growl, but I let her go, forcing myself to set aside my torment and memorize this

Easier said than done.

plan, the professionally decorated space. Her skirt swishes around her ass and thighs, her tits jiggling up and down beneath her tank top. My name is

she crawled in to test it out, she invited me

me,

bedroom. What will soon be our bed is a mere foot away, king-sized and softer than a cloud. I know this because I tested and discarded several choices before settling on the gold comforter and white silk sheets. She runs a finger over the bedding, and my loins tighten with need, my hands aching to push her backward on the mattress and fill the