Chapter 11
by 
Wisdomsand010302
Back home
Morning jog with his daughter
The Apartment – A Daughter’s **** Longing
The key turned in the lock with a soft click, the apartment silent save for the hum of the refrigerator. Stefano stepped inside, his senses still heightened, his nostrils flaring at the scent of vanilla and her—Rebecca’s natural scent, sweet and intoxicating.
He found her in the kitchen, her back to him as she filled a water bottle, the redhead vixen's sleep shorts riding up just enough to expose the supple curve of his daughter's toned ass.
God.
Even in daylight, even with the fallen divinity suppressed, the sight of her tested him.
Rebecca turned, her emerald eyes widening slightly at his disheveled state.
"Dad? You’re back early."
Stefano **** a smile. "Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d join you for your morning jog."
Rebecca’s lips curled into a smile, but something flickered in her gaze—a haze, a confusion. The remnants of his hypnosis.
She doesn’t remember.
But her slender body did.
Her thighs pressed together subtly, her nipples pebbling under her thin sports bra.
Stefano’s fingers twitched.
She’s so wet.
The Jog – A Test of Control
The streets of Via Frejus were quiet at this hour, the air crisp with dawn’s chill. Rebecca moved with effortless grace, her toned legs carrying her forward, her bubble butt bouncing with every stride.
Stefano watched. His pupils slitted for a second, the middle-aged archeologist's demonic essence peeking through, enraptured by his daughter's curves.
His enhanced stamina kept pace easily, but his mind was elsewhere—on the way her ponytail swayed, the sheen of sweat forming on her collarbone, the way her loose sports bra struggled to hide her nipples.__
Fuck.
He shouldn’t be thinking this.
But the ring stirred, its hunger echoing his own.
TAKE HER
Stefano gritted his teeth.
No.
Not yet.
But then Rebecca glanced back, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in soft pants.
"You’re keeping up better than I thought, dad."
Stefano smirked. "I’ve been… training."
Her gaze dipped—just for a second—to his arms, his chest, his groin.
A spark.
She wants me.