Isabella's POV
I didn't answer Lila right away. My brain was still rebooting from the orgasm that hit me hard. My panties were soaked, and Lila was sitting there licking her fingers like she'd just finished dessert.
And now Camilla was texting her. Asking if I was hurt.
I stared at Lila's phone screen like it might bite me.
"What does she want?" I finally managed to say.
Lila tilted her head, a playful smile never fading. "She wants to know if you're ready to stop running."
I laughed, almost hysterical. "Ready? I don't even know what "ready" means anymore."
Lila leaned in again, kissed the corner of my mouth, soft this time, almost sweet.
"It means you stop pretending you don't want this." She pulled back just enough to look at me properly. "Camilla always gets what she wants. And right now, she wants you in the game. Not watching from doorways. In it." She winked at me.
My heart kicked hard against my ribs. "I'm not… I don't even know if I can…"
"Girl, you already did. You literally came over my hand five minutes ago. That's a pretty good start."
That was embarrassing. I looked away. She caught my chin gently, turned me to face her.
"Hey. No shame here. Not with me. Not tonight."
Her thumb brushed my lower lip.
I barely made it back to my room before the shaking started. Not the kind that came with aftershocks and soft kisses. This was the trembling of someone who just crossed a line they couldn't uncross, and now the line was chasing them.
I locked the door and leaned against it. Lila's taste was still on my lips . I slid down to the floor, held my knees against my chest, hoodie bunched around me like armor that didn't fit anymore.
What the hell was I doing? I ran my hand through my messy hair.
I went to Lila's room, let her kiss me, and I let her touch me. I even came so hard I saw stars, and then I sat there panting while she texted my stepmother like we were planning a book club.
And the worst part? I wanted more.
My phone buzzed on the carpet beside me. I ignored it. It buzzed again, I looked at the screen. Camilla. I picked it up.
I stared at the message until the screen dimmed. Then it buzzed once more. I hissed.
I breathed in, counting one to seven, then I exhaled slowly. I stood up and walked down the hallway like I wasn't walking straight into a trap I'd already half-set myself.
Camilla's door was ajar. The scent of jasmine filled my nose even before I stepped inside.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed in a deep green satin robe, hair loose, reading something on her tablet.
She looked up when I entered and smiled, looking concerned, like a nurse about to take your temperature. Even though I knew it was all a show.
"Close the door," she said gently.
I did. Like someone under spell. The click of the lock sounded too loud.
She kept the tablet aside and patted the bed beside her. "Come here. Let me see."
I walked to where she was like my legs belonged to someone else and sat. She turned to face me, knees brushing mine.
"You're flushed, l," she said, reaching out to press the back of her hand to my forehead. Her skin was cool, her touch stayed for a while.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"You're not fine." Her hand slid down to cup my cheek. Thumb brushed my lower lip just the same path Lila had taken an hour earlier.
I sucked in a breath.
Camilla's eyes darkened. "You've been busy tonight."
I froze. My eyes almost popped from the socket.
She smiled, small, knowing. "I can smell her on you. Vanilla. And something sweeter."
My face burned. What's really going on with these two?
She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "Did she make you come?"
I couldn't speak.
"Answer me, darling." She pressed.
"Yes," I whispered. Atleast she had no idea I saw her with Dad, cause she seems to know damn well every fucking thing going on in this house.
Her smile widened. "Good girl." She stood up and walked to her dresser. Opened a drawer.
When she turned back she was holding a small leather case. She placed it on the bed between us and opened it.
Inside it was a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, a small silver thermometer. Kudos to having a nurse as a stepmom.
But my eyes caught something tucked in the corner, a slim black vibrator and a bottle of lube.
My mouth went dry.
"Lie back," she said. "On the pillows."
I obeyed, like a sheep to the slaughter.
She climbed onto the bed, straddled my thighs, the robe falling open just enough to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Urm… was this the new way nurses examine their patients now?
She picked up the stethoscope, placed the cold metal against my chest, right over my racing heart.
"Breath deep honey," she murmured.
I inhaled.
She listened, tilting her head, listened again.
"Your heart's racing," she said. "Very fast. Very… excited."
She set the stethoscope aside. Her hands slid under my hoodie in a twinkle of an eye. Pushing it up until my boobs were bare.
She cupped them, thumbs brushing my nipples. They betrayed me by hardening instantly.
"Sensitive," she noted, almost clinically. "Already so responsive."
She leaned down and took one into her mouth, sucking gently while her tongue flicked over the peak.
"Ah…" I gasped.
Her fingers slid under my shorts, finding me still wet from Lila.
She moaned against my skin. "Still wet. Perfect," "Anyone ever told you you have a banging body?"
I whimpered in reply as her thumb pressed my clit in slow circles, inserting two fingers inside me.
"You're going to come for me," she said softly. "Righy here." On my fingers. While I listen to your heart try to beat out of your chest.
She sped up, her fingers pumping in, thumb circling harder. I was already close… too cross.
She leaned down and kissed me, deeply, like she was claiming me. Swallowing my moans as I came hard around her fingers, thighs shaking in ways I never knew was possible, my back bowing off the bed.
She kept moving gently now, until the sensations washed off. Then she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean while holding my gaze.
"Better now?" She asked.
I chuckled, "A little."
"We're not finished," she smiled, then reached for the vibrator. "Lie back," she said.
I did. Done lot of crazy stuff but it was gonna be my first time having a vibrator on me.
She turned in on, the low hum filling the room. She pressed it against my clit. Oh heavens! I jerked.
She smirked. "Somebody's Sensitive."
"My first time."
"Then you're gonna love it."
She worked it slowly in circles, light taps while her other hand slid up to cover my mouth.
"Quiet, darling," she whispered. "We wouldn't want your father to hear how good I'm making you feel."
The mention of Dad sent a fresh wave of shame and heat through me.
Camilla's eyes darkened. "You like that," she murmured. "The risk, 'we shouldn't be doing this but we are' kinda wrong."
I moaned against her palm, she turned the vibe up. I came again, harder this time, faster till tears began leaking from the corners of my eyes.
She eased off, kissed my temple. "Beautiful," she whispered.
Then she looked toward the door.
"Should we invite Lila up?" she asked softly.
"Or do you want to keep this just between us… for now?
I stared at her, heart racing, I had just been pleasured by my step… No. Camilla.
I didn't even have an answer for her. But my body did. It was already aching for more. Screw me.
Camilla scoffed at my expression. "Welcome to the family game, darling."
My phone buzzed on the floor, totally forgotten. I didn't look.
Because downstairs, the house was quiet. Bit up here, hell. The game had just started.
And I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop.