Chapter 5 The taste of sin.

For a minute, neither of them moved.

Selina was too stunned to speak or move. Alan simply stayed at his position because he was still dazed from the pleasure he got from fucking his father's wife.

His mind knew the danger of the situation, but the thrill of the secrecy kept him on adrenaline. He wanted to yank Selina, who was now shifting from foot to foot, and bang her from behind until her scream tore through the house.

"Alan?" His father called. His knock came on the door again. This time, it was persistent and louder than before.

The alarm bell set off in Selina’s head in that instant. She rushed over to the window and jumped behind the curtain, trying to shield herself.

Alan chuckled mischievously, then forced himself to stand up from his seat. He grabbed his jeans and set it lazily over his waist, the zipper still undone. He flung the door open just as the man was preparing to knock again.

"Old man." He called the man fondly. It was the way he usually addressed the man. "How is it going?" He relaxed at the doorway, partially shielding the entrance with his body.

"When did you get back?" He asked when the man eyed his half-naked body. He shrugged and gave the man a wicked grin.

His father snorted at him.

"Have you seen your stepmother?" The man finally asked, his eyes darting around the hallway. "I dozed off but couldn't find her anywhere when I woke up again." He lamented.

Alan stared at the man. He never failed to notice how very different he and the man looked. Where his father's eyes were plain brown, his own were icy blue. Where his father was graced with her black hair, tinted with silver due to old age, Alan was gifted with blonde hair that glistened.

"First, she is not my stepmother. I told you that already. How can someone I'm older than be my stepmother?" He protested.

He stood upright, instantly towering above the man. He shook his head.

"And no, I've not seen her." He turned his head slightly to find Selina’s hand holding the curtain firmly. "Maybe she went for a short fun ride? You know... she's been doing that recently."  He almost lost his composure when he saw her grip the curtain even tighter.

Selina’s knuckle turned white from force. How could Alan say such a thing so casually? What if his father realized the meaning behind his words? Her breath heaved. She held on, waiting for the click that would reveal her dirty little secret.

"Ride?" The old man frowned. "Since when?" He asked, looking confused. He looked at his son for some explanation.

"Well, I don't know. Don't disturb me!" Alan hissed at his father. He stepped away from the door and slammed it gently in the man's face. After clicking the lock in place, he turned toward Selina.

"You can come out now." He urged.

Selina hesitated, her eyes fixed on the door, scared that her husband would open the door, only to find her there.

"He won't come back," Alan notified her, reading her worries. "He's busy looking for you." He grinned.

Slowly, Selina stepped out from behind the curtain. She quickly grabbed her dress, ready to race out of the place before they would be caught.

The man she married might be old- old enough to be her father- but she knew he was not one to toy with. Doing so would be the same as playing with fire. He was powerful enough to ensure that anyone he wished for would disappear without a trace.

"Why would you bait him like that?!" She cursed at Alan. "Don't you know how risky it is?"

Alan shrugged but didn't respond. He walked to the seat and sank his ass down. He grabbed the remnants of his drink and downed the contents. His face turned into a grimace as the alcohol burned his throat.

After shrugging into the dress, Selina made for the door.

"And where do you think you are going?" Alan asked, eyeing her full length.

Selina frowned at him. "Back to the room of course." She muttered, scared she would be discovered if she raised her voice.

"But you can't go just like that," Alan protested. I need you to pay me for my silence." He said with a grin.

He was deliberately goading her, trying to undo her until she had no choice but explode at him. He watched as she closed and opened her eyes rapidly, trying to get the anger out of her popping veins.

"Come here." His voice was low and sultry.

Her skin prickled with desire. She found her feet propelling forward even as she reminded herself of the danger involved with getting entangled even deeper into the mess.

"Come to daddy," Alan called, his finger making the sign. His voice was breathless as his chest heaved in anticipation.

Selina wanted to protest. Perhaps, race out of the place. But there was something about the way he looked at her that made her knees buckle. She propelled herself forward until she was standing in front of him, her legs spread wide apart in defiance.

She was ready to complain about his behavior when the man slapped her pussy.

"Oouuu..." she gasped as pleasure shot through her.

"Naughty." He chuckled softly. His finger delved into her pussy, stroking her gently.

"I really need to... fuck... get... yeesss..." Selina’s head was thrown back. She held on to his hand to stabilize herself. This was the kind of pleasure she wanted with life. She didn't want to lose herself because the man she married didn't think it was necessary to copulate their marriage.

"How does it feel, step mummy?" Alan taunted her as he drove two fingers into her.

Selina’s eyes opened rapidly. The hold she had on him tightened, halting his movement.

How could she lose herself enough to screw around with her husband's son? What was she thinking?

"I'm sorry." She muttered before stepping away from him. She raced out of the room, naked, not caring who saw her.