BURNING FOR DADDY
One touch, and I was lost.”’
His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
“He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy."
His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time.
"You're mine. And I don't share."
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Isabella Moretti made one mistake.
One night that should have stayed buried.
One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell.
She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body.
But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants.
When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be’s face.
It's him. Damian Blackwell
Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved.
Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices:
Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future
The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul
But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything.
A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.
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Chapter: His TouchIsabella's POVMom must have given him my number thinking he only wanted to get closer. The message was short, authoritative. The smugness that came with knowing I had no choice but to do what he wanted. He had leverage over me and I had nothing on him. For now I couldn't do anything but comply.Another message came in. The address. I sighed, rubbing my temple.I sat up, staring at the message. Cole definitely had information about my father's death and if he was right, then Damian played a role in it. I had never known or heard about Damian from my father so it didn't make sense. If Damian did cause Dad's death, then why? What was there to gain?My head felt like it would explode from all the unanswered questions. There was only one way to discover the truth. I had to get to Damian. I had to be invaluable to him, make him fall head over heels for me. So much that he wouldn't be able to resist a word I say.If he really was involved in Dad's death, then he isn't someone my mother shou
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Chapter: The PriceIsabella's POV"Tell me what you want." I tried to sound calm, unnerving, but the crack in my voice betrayed me.Cole's smile was relaxed, as if he already knew he'd eventually have his way."It's quite easy actually," he said, leaning back on his chair. "I just need you to keep hooking up with Damian.""What?""You heard me." Something shifted in his tone that I couldn't put my finger on. But whatever it was, it made him more dangerous."I want you to continue your… infidelity with your stepfather." The way he said this made me wince, and I could tell he was enjoying the game he was playing. "In fact, I want to make him fall in love with you. Just think of it as a little game of Samson and Delilah.""And what do you have to gain from this?" There was no way the snake-like Cole was doing this just because he had a kink for affairs. There had to be something he was trying to gain from all this."Oh, it's nothing serious," he said, before his face went totally dark. "I just want you to
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Chapter: The BlackmailIsabella's POV Cole Smith was of course exactly the kind of guy my mother would pick for me.He'd shown up with flowers, actual flowers, like this was 1952 and kissed Mom's cheek before turning to practice his charm on me."Isabella. I've heard so much about you." He said as he took my hand and brought it to his lips.I resisted the urge to pull away. Mom was watching me, and I'd promised myself I'd play nice. One lunch. I could survive one lunch."Cole. Nice to meet you.""The pleasure is all mine."We sat down at the dining table—where lunch had already been served. Mom now has a fleet of domestic staff at her disposal and she was clearly making the most of it.Damian had barely looked at me. Now he was the picture of the attentive husband, touching Mom's shoulder, refilling her wine glass, acting like I didn't exist.Good. That's what I wanted. The devil he was."So, Isabella," Cole said, his hand finding mine on the table. "Your mother tells me you're looking for internship oppor
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Chapter: The BalconyIsabella's POV "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabella." His voice was smooth and professional. He extended a hand with a smile on his face.I forced my hand into his. His grip was firm, warm, and I hated that my body remembered it instantly."Likewise." I said through gritted teeth.Mom didn't notice. She was too busy smiling, her hand on his arm like she needed to touch him to believe he was real."I've been dying for you two to meet. Damian's been so patient, waiting for you to come home.""I'm sure he has." I pulled my hand back, shoved it in my pocket so he wouldn't see it trembling.His eyes stayed on mine a second too long. I saw the calculation there. This wasn't what he was expecting."Your mother speaks very highly of you," he said. "Journalism student, correct?""That's right.""Ambitious. I admire that."I wanted to throw something at his head. Preferably something heavy.Mom clapped her hands together like we were all old friends. "Oh! I almost forgot. Cole is coming tom
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Chapter: Revelation Isabella's POV The rejection email stared right back at me as though daring me to say something.We regret to inform you that we will not be moving forward with your application at this time.I'd read it five times already, as if the words would rearrange themselves into something less humiliating. The New York Chronicle. My dream publication. The place where real journalists were made.And they didn't want me.I threw my phone across the bed and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. This was supposed to be my fresh start. New city, new life, new Isabella who had her shit together and definitely didn't make terrible decisions involving older men in strip clubs.Except I couldn't stop thinking about him.It had been three weeks since that night, and my body still remembered every single thing he'd done to me. The way his hands had gripped my hips. The gravelly sound of his voice when he'd whispered filthy promises against my skin. How he'd made me come so hard I'd seen s
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Chapter: Hot candyIsabella's POV I don't remember how but somehow we'd manage to get to his room and we grabbed on to each other as soon as we walked in through the door.His hands cupped my left breast as he carried me up the stairs, while kissing me passionately. Lewd sounds left my mouth, as we explored each other's bodies. He gently threw me on the bed, his eyes full of lust and passion, “I've waited for this day to come since the first day I saw you.” He ripped my clothes off, throwing them across the room. His tongue met my nipple in a slow and passionate lick. I felt a wet pool in my panties until I couldn't take it anymore. My fingers rushed to my clit, hoping to free it of some of the tension I was feeling. He stopped me by holding my hands. “What do you think you're doing?” Too hazy from pleasure, I couldn't give him a coherent answer. “Don't touch yourself without my permission. This body belongs to me.” His words turned me on even more. I drew him closer, kissing him harder. His lips
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