Chapter: My step Dad Wants to Fuck me pt3The weekend after our first night together blurred into a haze of skin and heat. We barely left his bedroom. Food was delivered to the door; clothes were optional. He fucked me slow in the morning light, fast against the window at dusk, deep and filthy on the rug in front of the fireplace until we were both too spent to move.But by Monday, something shifted. The raw urgency settled into something darker, more deliberate. Alex had always been controlled—every suit perfect, every word measured. Now that control turned inward, focused on me. On us. On how far he could push before I broke open for him.It started small.He came home from the office later than usual, tie already loosened, eyes sharp. I was on the couch in one of his dress shirts again—nothing underneath—reading. He didn’t speak at first. Just stood in the doorway, watching me.“Up,” he said finally.I closed the book, stood. He crooked a finger. I walked to him.He took my wrist, turned my hand palm-up, and traced a slow
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Chapter: My step Dad fucks me hard pt2The days after the office incident were a slow burn. We moved around each other like magnets fighting polarity—close enough to feel the pull, far enough to keep from snapping together. He buried himself in work. I buried myself in pretending I wasn’t soaked every time he walked into a room.But the house was too quiet, the air too thick. Something had to give.It gave on a Thursday night.I’d been out with friends—drinks, dancing, too many shots of tequila that left me loose and buzzing. I came home just after midnight, heels in hand, dress clinging to my skin from the summer heat. The house was dark except for the low light in the kitchen. Alex was there, leaning against the island in gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt, drinking water from a bottle. His hair was messed up like he’d been running his hands through it. He looked up when I stumbled in, eyes sharpening.“You’re late,” he said. Not angry. Just low. Rough.“Curfew, Dad?” I teased, kicking the door shut behind me. The word
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Chapter: My Step Dad fucks me hardI never thought I’d end up here, living under the same roof as my stepdad, Alexander Voss—everyone just calls him Alex. My mom married him when I was nineteen, right before she took that overseas job with the NGO that keeps her gone for months at a time. Alex is forty-four, tall, broad-shouldered, with that kind of quiet intensity that makes rooms feel smaller when he walks in. He’s a private wealth manager, the kind who handles old money and new tech fortunes, always in tailored suits that fit him like they were sewn onto his body that morning.I’m twenty-two now, home from grad school for the summer because rent in the city is brutal and my internship barely covers coffee. The house is huge, modern, all glass and steel overlooking the bay. Mom’s barely been back since the wedding, so it’s mostly just the two of us rattling around in it. At first it was awkward—polite nods in the hallway, separate meals, separate lives. Then it shifted. Slowly. Like the way heat builds in a room you
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Chapter: The Devil’s Sex Toy pt3I woke up alone, sunlight slicing through the blinds like punishment. My body felt like it had been through a war: thighs sticky, pussy and ass throbbing with a deep, delicious ache, skin littered with fresh bite marks and bruises shaped like claws. The sheets smelled of smoke, sex, and that inescapable pomegranate tang. For a solid minute I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself it was all erotic nightmares brought on by vodka and desperation. “You’re losing it, Annabel,” I muttered, voice hoarse from screaming. “Hot hallucinations. That’s all.” I dragged myself to the shower, scrubbed hard, dressed in the most professional thing I owned left: a white blouse that hugged my tits a little too well, black pencil skirt, heels. I had to do something adult today. Unemployment office. Pick up forms. Pretend I still had a life. As I locked the apartment door, something snapped around my throat: warm, thin, alive. Like a collar made of heated silk, invisible but
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-31
Chapter: The devil’s Sex Toy pt2I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, sunlight stabbing through the curtains like accusatory fingers. My head throbbed with the remnants of last night’s vodka binge, and my body ached in places I didn’t remember hurting. I blinked at the ceiling, piecing together fragments of memory—screaming at the universe, daring the Devil, then… hallucinations of horns, tails, and endless, mind-shattering orgasms. I burst out laughing, the sound hoarse and ragged. “Oh my God, Annabel, you idiot,” I muttered to myself, sitting up and rubbing my temples. “Can’t believe I was daydreaming that shit. Drunk off my ass, fantasizing about the Devil eating me out. Pathetic.” The room looked normal—cluttered, quiet, no signs of demonic visitation. Just a hangover and a sticky mess between my thighs that I chalked up to some wild, booze-fueled self-love session I didn’t fully remember. I swung my legs off the bed, wincing at the soreness in my muscles, and padded to the bathroom. The mirror showed a wr
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Chapter: The Devil’s sex toyI slammed the door to my shitty one-bedroom apartment so hard the walls trembled, the cheap lock rattling like it might give up and die right there. My boss’s smug voice still clawed at my brain: “You’re done, Annabel. Pack your shit and get out.” Six goddamn years. Weekends sacrificed, overtime swallowed like bitter pills, ass-kissing every higher-up just to keep my head above water. And for what? So some nepotism-fueled prick, fresh out of daddy’s wallet, could steal my desk? My life wasn’t just crumbling—it was being pulverized into dust. Rent due in five days. Savings? Drained dry by Mom’s endless chemo bills. Friends? They’d bailed the second the going got tough, leaving me twenty-eight, isolated, and utterly fucked. I kicked off my heels, letting them skid across the stained carpet, and yanked my blazer off, tossing it onto the floor like garbage. Straight to the cupboard above the fridge for the half-empty bottle of cheap vodka—my only reliable companion tonight. No glass, no
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Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice.
Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed.
But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze.
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I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection.
I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.
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Chapter: 011IsabellaListen, I’ve fucked a lot of guys.A lot.Like, if my pussy had a frequent-flyer program, it’d have its own private jet by now.Musicians, betas, that one human bartender with the tongue piercing, two visiting Alphas who thought they could handle me (spoiler: they couldn’t), even a rogue once in the back of a dive bar because danger makes me wet. Point is, I know dick. I know heat. I know the difference between a good knot and a guy who just thinks volume equals skill.None of them—NOT ONE—has ever made me lose my fucking mind the way just hearing about Nevaeh and Alpha Kane does.I’m talking full-body shiver, thighs-clenching-in-public, have-to-fake-a-cough-to-cover-the-moan levels of insane.And I haven’t even seen them together yet.Last night at the concert, when Eve grabbed my face in the middle of the pit and screamed “I’M FUCKING ALPHA KANE,” I swear my soul left my body. I saw the Moon Goddess. She gave me a thumbs-up and whispered, “Same, girl.”Then Eve kept going—s
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Chapter: 010Nevaeh BrownI was still leaking Kane’s cum down my thighs when I walked into Le Loup Blanc for lunch, the most pretentious werewolf-owned restaurant in the capital. Every step made the sticky mess shift inside me, a filthy little secret under my tiny white sundress. No panties, of course. Daddy ripped the last pair I owned.Lady Helen was already at the corner table, white silk gown draped over her like she was some pure-as-snow saint instead of the venomous bitch who drugged my Alpha and tried to steal my mate.I dropped into the chair opposite her, crossed my legs just to feel his cum smear higher, and smiled with all my teeth.“You had Kane on aphrodisiac, didn’t you?” I purred, loud enough for the wolves at the next table to choke on their steaks. “Thought he was finally gonna bend you over and fuck you raw, huh? Poor old hag. Newsflash, Helen: I had his cock. I had his knot. I had his cum flooding my womb while you were probably crying into your pillow. I win.”She didn’t even f
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-03
Chapter: 009Alpha Kane Laskovic:Luka had slid the evidence across my desk an hour ago. USB drive. No bullshit. Security cam from the pack house kitchen: Helen’s manicured hand uncorking that serpent-etched vial over my steak. Timestamp: 8:14 p.m. The night I snapped. The night I claimed what was mine.She’d lingered after, watching me cut into it with that fake Luna smile. Poison sliding down my throat while she plotted.My phone buzzed on the glass desk—claws itching to shatter it. But no. Control first.I poured a second glass. Texted her.My office. Now. Bring nothing but yourself.Her reply buzzed in under a minute: Of course, Alpha. Be there soon.Viper.The door opened at 9:53. She glided in like she owned the shadows—emerald gown hugging her curves, diamonds at her throat, hair pinned up to bare the pale column of her neck. That neck I’d once considered marking.“Kane,” she purred, eyes flicking to the two glasses. “A private drink? How romantic.”I didn’t stand. Didn’t smile. Just crooke
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-01
Chapter: 008Nevaeh BrownIf Kane was going to fuck me raw and then treat me like a mistake he’d scrubbed from his sheets, then fine. Erase me. I’d make it easy. I’d go on this goddamn date with Prince William, let him touch me, kiss me, fuck me if he wanted. Hell, I’d film every second—his hands on my skin, his cock stretching me open—and send it straight to Daddy’s phone. Let him watch what he threw away.A wicked smile curled my lips as I yanked open my wardrobe. Sin was already committed—why stop at one line crossed? I slipped into the shortest, slimmest dress I owned: crimson silk, backless, the hem kissing the very tops of my thighs. One wrong move and I’d flash the world my bare ass. Red stilettos, natural makeup with glossy lips that screamed fuck me. No panties. No mercy.I didn’t glance in the mirror. I didn’t need to. I could feel Kane’s marks throbbing under the fabric—his bites on my throat, his fingerprints bruised into my hips. Good. Let them show.Luka’s jaw ticked when I slid into
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-27
Chapter: 007Alpha Kane Laskovic7:03 a.m.The elevator opened directly into the private foyer of the 56th floor.I stepped out and the world rearranged itself around me.Humans parted like curtains. Wolves dropped their eyes so fast I heard contact lenses hit the marble. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. My heartbeat was the only sound in the corridor.Midnight-blue Tom Ford, no tie, top button undone. The suit cost more than most of these people made in a year. I wore it like armor.Luka was already waiting outside the boardroom, tablet in hand, shoulders squared the way they’d been since we were sixteen and bleeding in the same trench.“Morning,” he said.“Talk.”“Russian shell company tried to slide into the port bid through Cyprus. I froze their accounts at 4:12 a.m. They’ll wake up bankrupt.”“Good. Border?”“Rogues hit two patrols last night. Silver-tipped claws. Someone’s supplying them high-grade.”“Double the southern line. I want the supplier’s head on my desk by the weekend.”“Alread
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Chapter: 006Alpha Kane Laskovic:My arm moved before my brain caught up.I reached across the bed for her warmth, fingers already curling to drag her back against my chest the way I’d done sometime in the night when the guilt was quiet and the wolf was louder.Empty.Cold sheets.The scent hit me a second later: sex and blood and her. Virgin blood. My cum. The evidence of what I’d done soaked into the mattress like a brand.I shot upright so fast the room spun.No.The sheets were twisted, one pillow on the floor, the other shredded where my claws had come out while I was buried inside her. My gaze snagged on the dark stain in the center of the bed (her innocence, my sin) and something feral roared up my throat.MINE.My wolf lunged against my ribs, ecstatic, drunk on the memory of her crying Daddy while I split her open.I was on my feet before I felt myself move. Heart hammering so hard I tasted blood.The room reeked of us. I could still feel her little cunt fluttering around me, hear the brok
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