Chapter 2

His hand grew bolder. He cupped my full breast fully, squeezing gently at first, then with more possession. His rough thumb circled my nipple slowly, teasing it until it pebbled instantly, hard and aching under his touch. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped my throat.

Oh my God… that's Victor's hand. My stepfather's hand is on my breast.

Somewhere in the dark, someone shifted closer. The leather of a cut creaked. Heavy boots scraped softly against the floor.

Victor's other hand slid down my thigh, pushing the hem of my short sundress higher. His rough fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasing just below the edge of my soaked panties. Heat flooded my face. I knew he could feel how wet I already was.

"Victor…" I breathed, my voice shaky and barely above a whisper. I wasn't sure if it was a protest or a plea. Part of me wanted him to stop — this was so wrong. He was my mother's husband. But a much bigger part of me was terrified he actually would.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he murmured, lips brushing my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. But his tone was dark, confident, like he already knew the answer. His fingers slipped under the lace of my panties, dragging slowly through my slick folds. Two thick fingers parted my wet lips, stroking me from entrance to clit and back again.

"Fuck, baby girl…" His voice dropped even lower, rough with hunger. "You're dripping for Daddy already. This little pussy is soaked."

A low, broken moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. The sound seemed to echo in the darkness, humiliating and arousing at the same time.

Everyone heard that. They all know what he's doing to me.

That was when the other hands joined.

First, a large, calloused palm landed heavily on my other thigh — so big it nearly wrapped halfway around it. The skin was rough, weathered from years of work and riding. Bull. There was no mistaking the sheer size and power behind that touch. His fingers squeezed my soft flesh possessively, inching higher.

Then another hand — warmer, more deliberate — slid up my side from behind Victor. Long, skilled fingers teased along my ribs before cupping my free breast. Ghost. He rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger with expert gentleness that still managed to feel filthy.

I gasped sharply, my body jerking between them. Three sets of hands were on me now. Victor's fingers between my legs, Bull's massive hand gripping my thigh, Ghost playing with my breast. My mind spun.

This can't be happening. I'm on my stepdad's lap while his club brothers touch me in the dark.

I should have pushed them away. Should have screamed. Should have been horrified. Instead, the overwhelming sensation of multiple rough male hands on my body in the pitch black made my pussy throb even harder. My nipples were painfully tight. My thighs trembled. I didn't even know exactly whose fingers were where anymore, and that anonymity somehow made it dirtier.

Victor's thick fingers finally pushed inside me — one at first, then two, stretching my tight walls with a wet, audible squelch. I moaned louder, unable to stay quiet. At the same time, Bull's calloused thumb found my swollen clit and began slow, firm circles. Ghost pinched and tugged at my nipple, then leaned in — I felt the scratch of his stubble against my shoulder as he sucked the other nipple into his hot mouth through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Oh god…" I moaned, the sound shameless now. My hips started moving on their own, rocking against Victor's fingers, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Every nerve in my body was on fire.

Victor curled his fingers inside me, stroking that sensitive spot with devastating accuracy while Bull's rough thumb kept perfect pressure on my clit. Ghost switched between my breasts, sucking and biting gently, his skilled hand kneading the soft flesh.

"You're doing so well, princess," Victor praised, voice thick with lust. "Listen to how wet you are. All these men touching you… and you're soaking Daddy's hand like a desperate little slut."

His filthy words pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building fast — a deep, aching pressure low in my belly. My breathing came in short, desperate gasps. Sweat slicked my skin. My pussy clenched rhythmically around Victor's thick fingers, making wet, obscene sounds with every thrust.

Bull's calloused hand slid higher, spreading my thighs wider for them. Ghost's teeth grazed my nipple while his fingers pinched the other one hard. Victor fucked me deeper with his fingers, faster now, his palm grinding against my clit on every stroke.

I was losing control completely.

They're all touching me. My stepdad's fingers are inside me while his brothers play with my body like I belong to them.

The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness over Victor's hand. My moans grew louder, more broken. My hips bucked wildly. Every muscle in my body tightened.

"That's it, baby girl," Victor growled in my ear. "Come for Daddy. Come all over my fingers while the club watches you fall apart."

The combination of his commanding voice, the relentless fingers inside me, the rough thumb on my clit, and the mouths and hands on my breasts finally broke me.

My first orgasm crashed over me like a violent wave.

I cried out sharply into the darkness, my entire body convulsing hard on Victor's lap. My pussy spasmed violently around his thick fingers, gushing hot juices all over his hand and down my thighs. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shaking, whimpering, and completely helpless as the multiple hands continued teasing and stroking me through every pulsing aftershock.