Library

STEP-DADDY'S SIN

Dark Romance Contemporary Steamy Badgirl CEO Possessive Age Gap Forbidden Love

9.6

When Ivy returns home for the summer, she’s not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her mother’s death. She’s twenty-one now—sharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfe’s buttons… and maybe, just maybe, tempt him to sin. Alexander has spent years locking away his desire for the forbidden girl he swore to protect. He built empires and buried lust behind boardrooms and bourbon. But when Ivy saunters back into his mansion with those legs, that attitude, and that wicked glint in her eyes—every line he drew begins to blur. She wants to tease. He wants to ruin. But what starts as a game of temptation quickly spirals into obsession. As secrets unravel and past sins claw their way to the surface, the line between protector and predator, love and lust, begins to crumble. And when Ivy’s dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the dark… Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible. He raised her like a daughter. Now, he’s ready to make her his wife.

Read

Chapter: Chapter 70 — Epilogue

One and a half Year LaterIvy’s POVThe mansion is quiet… too quiet.And that usually means two things: either something’s broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: it’s both.I round the corner into the sunken living room—and there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexander’s lying on his back on the massive velvet rug in nothing but gray sweats and smug satisfaction, while our one-year-old son climbs his chest like it’s a jungle gym. He’s got Alexander’s dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk that’s definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his father’s chain, and the other is holding… oh my God.“Is that—” I gasp. “Did he break your Rolex?!”Alexander lifts his head like he’s not even the slightest bit concerned. “Technically, he dismantled it. That’s innovation.”“Alexander!”He shrugs. “He’s got good taste.”“Our son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!”“He’s a Wolfe, sweethe

Last Updated: 2025-10-02

Chapter: Chapter 69 — The Pregnancy Reveal

Ivy’s POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.No—scratch that. I’m staring at it like it already has. Like it's detonated my heart, flipped my soul inside out, and left me standing in the master bathroom of Alexander’s mansion, barefoot, with my fingers trembling and my lungs refusing to breathe.Two lines. Bold. Unapologetic.Pregnant.I swallow hard, my other hand gripping the edge of the marble sink. My knees feel like they might give out, and for a second I wonder if I should sit down—but I can’t. My body’s frozen. My mind is racing. My stomach twists in slow, hot spirals of fear and joy and memory.The last time...I press a hand against my stomach, instinctively. There’s nothing yet. No bump. Just the tiniest bloom of something new. Something terrifying. Something hopeful.And this time, it feels different.This time, my body doesn’t feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro

Last Updated: 2025-10-02

Chapter: Chapter 68 – The Claiming

Alexander’s POVShe’s still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussy’s pulsing—clenching around nothing like it’s begging to be filled.“Color?” I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, “Green, Daddy.”Goddamn right.I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.“Look at you.” My voice is gravel and want. “Fucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.”I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “Do you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?”She whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.“Say it,” I growl, lining up behind her. “Say who owns you.”“You do,” she moans, breathless. “You fucking own me.”I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust—and we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b

Last Updated: 2025-10-01

Chapter: Chapter 67 — The Night She Became Mine

Alexander’s POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someone’s coming in.But because the part of me that’s still fucking feral from almost losing her—wants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like they’re ready to break something if I don’t touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. “Strip,” I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. “Right here?” she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.“Where else, Mrs. Wolfe?” I murmur. “You belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.”She shivers. And then— slowly, like she wants to drive me insane— she peels the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The white silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thin lace I bought to go

Last Updated: 2025-10-01

Chapter: Chapter 66 – The Vows (cont.)

Ivy’s POVMy heart’s not racing. It’s galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like it’s about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexander’s vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didn’t sound like a promise—it sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I don’t regret a goddamn second of it.He’s watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.There’s always been this thing between us—dangerous, magnetic, like we’re not supposed to exist in the same room, let alone the same bed, same life, same name.But we do. We always have. And today, I speak it into the world.“I, Ivy,” I begin, my voice steady—deadly calm, like the pause before a storm, “take you, Alexander…”I pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows what’s coming.“...not just as my husband,” I continue, stepping forward so there’s no air between us, “but as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.”Jess lets

Last Updated: 2025-09-30

Chapter: Chapter 65 – The Vows

Ivy’s POV(Two Months Later – Private Ceremony, Late Afternoon)The air is thick with heat and hunger—not from the weather, but from him.From us.There’s no church bells, no cathedral ceilings, no sweeping orchestras. No smiling relatives or clinking glasses. Just the soft rustle of fabric, the scent of lilies curling through the air, and the low thrum of tension that vibrates between our bodies like a second heartbeat.This isn’t a wedding. This is a reckoning.It’s been two months since the attack. Since we buried the version of ourselves that believed peace was simple. Since the miscarriage nearly gutted me and nearly broke him. We never truly healed—we just got sharper. Meaner. Closer.Now here we are.Standing in front of one another, dressed in white. Of course we are. My dress is silk and sin, molded to every curve, the neckline scandalously low because I like how it makes him look at me. His suit is custom—jet black, sharp, almost cruel in its cut—and yet, somehow, he looks l

Last Updated: 2025-09-30

Ruthless Desires (18+)

Action Dark Romance Steamy Badboy CEO Ruthless Age Gap Twist Misunderstanding

Romance

He was supposed to be a fantasy. A younger man with a filthy mouth and a dangerous smile. But when Aria lied about her age, she didn’t expect Logan to show up at her door—with a hard-on, a temper, and a past soaked in blood. Aria Monroe is rich, powerful, and lonely. At thirty-eight, she’s tired of fake friends, shallow men, and pretending she doesn’t crave something real. On a whim, she uploads a younger photo to a dating app… and gets matched with Logan Reed—a cocky, ex-military heartthrob ten years her junior. Their connection? Instant. Addictive. Dangerous. But when Logan finds out she lied, he doesn’t walk away. He comes closer. He kisses her like a punishment. He fucks her like revenge. And when threats begin circling her life like vultures, Logan turns savage. He’ll kill for her. Bleed for her. Burn down her world to keep her. Even if she fights him every step of the way. Age means nothing when obsession takes over. But Aria's secrets run deeper than her lies… And Logan’s darkness? It’s just beginning.

Read

Chapter: Chapter 42 – The After

(Logan’s POV)Her laugh is low, breathy, and so damn wrecked it curls in my chest like a satisfied monster.We don’t move for a long minute. Her head’s buried against my neck, her pulse thumping like a hummingbird. My cock’s still inside her, softening, but the weight of us is too real to shake off.Then she shifts. Just a little. A sharp inhale and a hiss.“Jesus,” she mutters, “my thighs are trembling.”“Good,” I say, brushing damp hair from her cheek. “They should be.”She glares up at me — weak, flushed, furious. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”I smirk. “Fucking ecstatic.”She pushes at my chest, but her arms are noodles and we both know it. I roll off her, dragging her with me, keeping her wrapped up and bare and ruined against my chest. Her skin is flushed, glowing. Her lips, bitten red. My marks are everywhere, and yeah — I feel a possessive growl stir again.“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, not even opening her eyes.“Like what?”“Like you’re about to pounce

Last Updated: 2025-12-01

Chapter: Chapter 41 – Taken Upstairs

(Logan’s POV)She’s limp under me, trembling, still dripping around my cock. Her hair is a mess, lipstick smeared across her cheek. I’m still hard, still inside her, still tasting her moans on my tongue.I pull out slow, just to hear the wet sound it makes. Her whimper shoots straight to my spine.“Don’t look at me like you’re done,” I mutter, running a thumb over her swollen lower lip. “I told you I wasn’t finished.”“Logan…” she breathes, voice wrecked.“What?” I lean in close, licking the corner of her mouth. “Think that little orgasm means you get a break? Cute.”Before she can answer, I scoop her up off the couch. Her gasp punches the air. She’s light in my arms, but her curves press against me, warm and soft.“You’re insane,” she whispers against my neck.“Yeah,” I say, biting her earlobe. “Insane for you. Now shut up and hold on.”I carry her down the hallway, cock still hanging heavy, bouncing against her thigh. Every step I take she shivers, rubbing against me. I slam my bed

Last Updated: 2025-12-01

Chapter: Chapter 40 – The Hunt

(Logan’s POV)The words still hang between us, hot and heavy, when I pin her with my stare. She flinches, not from fear but because her body knows what mine is about to do.She thinks she’s safe in that robe, thinks a smirk and a smart mouth can keep me at bay. She’s wrong.I stalk forward, slow, deliberate, until her back hits the couch. She’s breathing hard already, chest rising fast, robe slipping loose.“Logan—”“Shut up,” I growl, my hand catching her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “You had two nights to breathe without me, two nights to convince yourself you don’t want this. And look at you now—shaking, dripping, staring at me like you’d spread your thighs just to get my cock back inside you.”Her lips part, no denial on them. Just that ragged, broken exhale.I press my mouth to hers, not soft, not coaxing—taking. Tongue shoving past her teeth, hand gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp. Her body arches, traitor to every word she wants to say.When I tear my mouth

Last Updated: 2025-12-01

Chapter: Chapter 39 — The Games

(Logan’s POV)She can yell. She can snap. But she’s not asking me to leave.She’s arguing like she already knows I’m staying.And that—that’s the first win of the day. ***I don't see her again for hours.She disappears to her office like it’s a fucking bunker, probably hoping I’ll vanish if she works long enough. Spoiler alert: I don’t.By the time she comes back I'm in the living room, the sun’s low, casting honeyed shadows across her white furniture. She looks tired—eyes soft, posture loose, tension dripping from her shoulders. She probably expected to find the house quiet.She probably forgot who the fuck I am.Because there I am, stretched across her couch in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, one arm thrown over the back, remote in hand, fully relaxed—like I own every square inch of this place.“You’re still here?” she says, blinking like I’m a hallucination.I smirk. “You say that like I’m not the best thing that’s ever happened to your living

Last Updated: 2025-12-01

Chapter: Chapter 38– Dangerous Comfort

(Logan’s POV)I knock once. No answer. I knock again, louder. Still nothing.I try the handle—it’s unlocked. Of course it is. She forgets shit like that when she’s distracted, and after the week she’s had? Distracted is an understatement.I step inside, dropping my bag by the door with a heavy thud. The house smells like her—lavender and some rich vanilla thing that always gets under my skin. And there she is, standing halfway down the stairs, arms crossed over her chest like a barrier she wants me to break.“I told you to leave this morning,” she says. Flat. Cold. Lying through her pretty little teeth.I smirk, shrugging off my leather jacket and tossing it carelessly onto her pristine white couch. “Yeah, and I heard you. Loud and clear.”“Then why are you here?” Her brows pull together, lips tight.I glance around the space like I live here. “Because, sweetheart, your security system’s about as useful as a cardboard door. Eight men broke into your house last night or did you already

Last Updated: 2025-11-27

Chapter: Chapter 37– The Morning After

(Logan’s POV)By the time I got home, my hands still stank of blood and smoke. I don't shower. Didn’t pour whiskey. Didn’t even sit. I just dropped onto the leather couch, closed my eyes, and let sleep hit me like a hammer.When I wake, it’s daylight. The house is silent, sterile. No echo of screams here. Just the steady tick of the clock and the empty space beside me where I wish she was.But she isn’t. She’s in that mansion, probably pacing, probably asking questions I haven’t answered.I drag myself up, shower fast, throw on a black shirt, and drive. By the time I’m pulling into her long, polished driveway, I feel the tight coil in my chest again—the one that only eases when I see her.Her butler opens the door, stiff as always, and I step into her perfect little palace. Aria’s house feels too pristine when I step inside. She must have called authorities to clean the bodies. Smart woman. She’s waiting, curled on the couch, legs tucked under her, robe wrapped around her small fram

Last Updated: 2025-11-25

Novels by Marcy E. 💗

STEP-DADDY'S SIN

Ruthless Desires (18+)