STEP-DADDY'S SIN
When Ivy returns home for the summer, sheās not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her motherās death. Sheās twenty-one nowāsharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfeās buttonsā¦ 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 eyesāevery 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 Ivyās dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the darkā¦
Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible.
He raised her like a daughter.
Now, heās ready to make her his wife.
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Chapter: Chapter 7 ā Boundaries Crossed (ii)IVYāS POV I find him again. Of course, I do. Heās on the terrace, gripping the stone railing like heās afraid heāll leap off it if he lets go. The sky behind him is bruised with sunsetāburnt orange and deep plumābut all I see is him. Tall. Broad. Tense. Like heās waiting for me and hating himself for it. His back is to me, but I notice the glass in his hand. Scotch, always. Neat. His knuckles are white, jaw tight, sleeves rolled to his forearms like heās trying to suffocate the tension under all that alpha control. Itās soā¦ him. God, he doesnāt even have to look at me, and Iām already wet. I pad out barefoot, letting the sound of my steps be soft. Deliberate. I donāt want to startle himāI want to unsettle him. āDonāt you ever get tired of pretending, Alexander?ā I ask, voice light as whipped cream, laced with danger. He doesnāt turn. Doesnāt flinch. But his grip on the glass tightens, and I see the twitch in his jaw. āIām not pretending,ā he mutters, low and sharp like a
Last Updated: 2025-07-26
Chapter: Chapter 6 ā Boundaries CrossedAlexander's POV The sun dips low, casting a burnished gold across the pool. It shimmers like liquid fire, making the water sparkle like fucking diamonds. The whole damn view is something out of a painting. Serene. Quiet. A lie. I stand at my office window, fingers wrapped around a crystal tumbler of whiskey, the liquid burning its way down my throatābut not nearly as hard as the thoughts I keep tryingāand failingāto drown. Then she steps out. Ivy. Wet. Dripping. My fingers tighten around the glass, the edge digging into my palm. That bikini. That fucking bikini. Red. Barely there. Strings. More sin than fabric. The water clings to her like it misses her already, gliding over her skin in ways I shouldnāt be watching. Ways I have no goddamn business watching. She stretches her arms over her head, slow and unbothered, like she isnāt standing there looking like a damn wet dream. Then she grabs a towel and starts running it down her bodyāslow. Teasing. Her hands skate over the swe
Last Updated: 2025-07-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 5āTHE DINNER SCENE Ivyās POVThe red dress clings to my body like sin.Not a soft, fluttery red. No. This is a fuck-me red. Deep. Bold. Slick like blood on silk. The slit runs up my thigh like a promise. The neckline dips low enough to silence angels. And I donāt wear a bra.I know exactly what Iām doing.When I walk down the grand staircase, I can feel Alexanderās eyes snap to me before I even reach the bottom step.I donāt look at him.Not right away.No, I give my full attention to the mirror in the hallway as I adjust the strap slightly, letting the fabric fall just a little lower. My reflection is pure wickedness. Hair curled and teased. Lips a dark, sultry red. Skin glowing like Iām bathed in candlelight.Then I look at him.He is standing near the dining room entry, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched so tight I can feel it across the fucking room. His eyes lock on me like a predator that just realizes his prey has grown fangs.āToo much?ā I ask sweetly as I step closer, letting my heels click del
Last Updated: 2025-07-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 4: GOOD GIRL GONE WILD (II) Alexanderās POVI just never realize I am the one needing protectionāfrom her.Now?She laughs louder. Walks bolder.Moves like sin dipped in sunlight, and when she looks at me...Goddamn.Itās not safety sheās asking for anymoreāitās something else. Something that makes my blood run hot and wrong and desperate.I lean back in my chair, feeling the old leather creak under the tension thrumming in my body. I pinch the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes shut.āYouāre losing it,ā I mutter to myself, the words harsh and ugly in the quiet room. "You're the fucking adult. Sheās justā"I stop.I flinch. At my own filthy thoughts.The shit swirling in my head would make a priest start smoking again.No.Iām not that man.I donāt cross lines. I donāt even fucking look at them.I build walls so high even God has to ask for permission to peek over.And then she walks ināskirts swirling, lips curlingāand she doesn't just knock on the walls.She burns them the fuck down.My chest heaves like I j
Last Updated: 2025-07-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 3 : THE GOOD GIRL GO WILD Alexanderās POVI am fine.Buried in work. Focused.The contract needs my full attention. Deadlines are fast approaching. My inbox is flooding with emails that have to be sorted ā but my mind is a million miles away. I run my fingers through my hair and try to shake the sense of urgency in my bones. Focus, I tell myself. Itās just business. Nothing more.Until she walks by.Ivy.A fucking vision.Her skirtātoo shortāmoves like it is designed just to tease me. The hem flirts with the edge of her thighs. My pulse kicks up, and I clench my fists on the desk. Everything in my body screams at me to look away. To ignore it. But I donāt. I canāt.No words, no glance from her. Just the sway of her hips, like she is driving me insane on purpose. I swear to fucking God, that little curve of her body is a weapon. A goddamn deadly weapon aimed straight at my resolve.I grind my teeth together, trying to shove the fire inside me down. āFocus,ā I mutter under my breath. My voice comes out a little
Last Updated: 2025-07-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 2 āTHE DINNER I unzip my bag and tug out the black silk dress I packed for a night like thisāthe one I havenāt worn in months but never stopped thinking about. I peel off my clothes, let them fall to the floor, then slide the dress over my bare skin, savoring the wicked whisper of silk as it kisses every inch of me. No bra. No panties. Just me, the dress, and the promise of trouble clinging to my skin.Tonight, Iām not just his stepdaughter.Iām his goddamn downfall.With one last look in the mirrorāa wicked, dangerous woman staring back at meāI grab my stilettos and head for the door.Game on, Daddy.The dress is too tight. Too short. Too sinful.Exactly why I wore it.Black silk clings to me like a fucking second skin, whispering across every curve with every step I take. The neckline plunges like a damn invitationādeep enough to make a preacher drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness he knows he won't get. This isnāt just a dress. It's a loaded weapon. And tonight, Iām pulling the trigger
Last Updated: 2025-07-22
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