Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)
⚠️ WARNING: 18+
This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional manipulation, possessive relationships, and explicit sexual content. Intended for adult readers only. Read at your own risk.
When 19 year old Elias moves deeper into his wealthy stepfather Vane’s world, he’s already hiding a shameful obsession, years of stealing Vane’s clothes, breathing in his scent, and touching himself while whispering “Daddy.”
His cruel stepbrother Cyrus catches him in the act, snaps proof, and blackmails Elias into becoming his secret, unwilling lover.
Broken and desperate, Elias drugs Vane one night and offers himself completely. To his shock, Vane doesn’t stop him—he takes him hard, raw, and possessive, awakening a hunger in both of them that can’t be caged.
That first forbidden night is explosive: Vane pins Elias to the rug, fills him deep, growls “Mine” against his throat as Elias comes undone, crying out “Daddy” while Vane thrusts until they both shatter.
Now Elias is trapped between two dangerous men, one who degrades him with threats, and one who owns him with terrifying tenderness.
He should hate it.
Instead, he’s starting to crave being claimed by both.
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Chapter: Elias povThe golden warmth of the late afternoon sun had begun its final, slow descent into the Mediterranean, casting a long, liquid-gold reflection across the marble tiles of the master terrace. The absolute silence that hung over the estate wasn't the tense, fragile quiet of a truce; it was the heavy, immovable stillness of a final, undisputed victory.The documents had all been stamped. The accounts had been permanently rerouted. The ghost of the Hale Dynasty hadn't just been put to rest; it had been entirely commodified, cataloged, and stored away in the vault of Vane’s global empire.I was sitting on the edge of the plush outdoor lounger, my bare feet propped up on the low stone ledge. I had traded the kitchen attire for a stark, perfectly tailored white linen shirt, its cuffs rolled neatly up to my forearms. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I didn't feel the weight of a target on my back. My skin felt light. My chest felt clear."If I sign one more power-of-attorney
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: I only care about youSunday morning at the St. Tropez villa always smelled of salt and wild jasmine, but today, it smelled like vanilla, melted butter, and fresh espresso.For the first time in what felt like centuries, I was entirely alone in a room. Vane was down in the lower pavilion conducting a high-priority briefing with his European legal team regarding the newly acquired Monaco assets, and Bella was still dead to the world in her wing of the estate. The vast, professional-grade kitchen was entirely mine.It was a masterclass in minimalist luxury—all brushed white marble countertops, state-of-the-art French copper cookware hanging from custom iron racks, and massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls that opened directly onto a terrace overlooking the sapphire stretch of the Mediterranean.I stood at the central island, wearing nothing but a pair of loose white linen trousers and a soft, oversized gray cashmere sweater that smelled deeply of Vane’s amber cologne. My bare feet were cool against the heate
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: Welcome home EliasThe descent into the Nice Côte d'Azur airport was as smooth as a heartbeat, but the atmosphere inside the cabin was anything but relaxed. By the time the wheels touched down, the sun was beginning to dip, casting the jagged coastline in a surreal, violet hue.While Bella had already retreated to the aft stateroom to finalize her "vacation" schedule, Vane remained in the forward cabin, his focus shifted entirely to the screen of a secured, hard-lined terminal.I stood by the window, watching the landscape fly by, but my mind was stuck on the Monaco vault. Despite Vane’s absolute confidence, the mention of my own biometric signature still sent a cold, phantom shiver down my spine. That data had been locked away since I was a child—a relic of the Hale family's paranoia."The terminal is live," Vane said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that signaled the end of diplomacy.I walked over. The screen displayed a topographical schematic of the Monaco Central Reserve, a su
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: Elias povThe smooth, rhythmic hum of the corporate convoy was the only sound slicing through the quiet Saturday morning as we glided away from the university grounds. Outside the tinted, bulletproof glass of the armored SUV, the familiar red-brick campus structures slowly shrank into the distance, looking less like a battleground and more like a simple background detail in a life I had completely outgrown.I sat deep within the plush leather of the backseat, my legs crossed lazily. The loose silk robe had been exchanged for a pristine, bespoke navy travel suit that fit the exact lines of my shoulders. On the console next to me, my phone remained completely dark. There were no frantic text alerts from long-buried contacts, no hidden server pings, and no shadows waiting around the corner. The silence was absolute."I’ve already notified the villa staff to have the yacht's upper deck prepared for lunch by the time we touch down at the private terminal," Vane’s deep, velvety baritone rumbled thr
Last Updated: 2026-06-14
Chapter: Private jetThe morning light cut through the heavy sheer curtains of the university hotel’s penthouse suite, casting a soft, golden glow across the crumpled linen sheets.I woke up slowly, the deep, grounding scent of amber, expensive scotch, and clean linen enveloping my senses. My body felt warm, completely relaxed, and entirely heavy with the aftereffects of a night spent suspended in Vane’s absolute possession. I shifted slightly, my skin sliding against the high-thread-count fabric, and looked over.Vane was already awake.He was propped up against the plush headboard, his massive, scarred chest and broad shoulders completely exposed above the dark gray duvet. At thirty-eight, he possessed a commanding, mature physicality that always made me feel beautifully fragile yet completely invincible when I was anchored against him. He was holding his encrypted tablet in one hand, his dark, piercing eyes scanning a series of real-time financial charts, while his other hand rested lazily on my hip,
Last Updated: 2026-06-14
Chapter: School dayThe transition from the pristine cliffs of St. Tropez back to the reality of the university campus was jarring, to say the least. Vane’s total digital and financial blockade of the Monaco trust had executed flawlessly over the weekend. By Tuesday morning, the Hale legacy had been permanently absorbed into his corporate conglomerate, and I was flown back to the city on his private jet just in time for the conclusion of mid-term week.But school didn't care about corporate blockades. And college students didn't care about international banking charters.By Friday night, the entire student body had migrated to the private, wooded shoreline of the campus lake for the annual end-of-semester bonfire party. The night air was crisp, thick with the scent of burning cedar, cheap beer, and expensive woodsmoke. A massive wall of orange flame crackled in the center of the clearing, casting long, dancing shadows across the hundreds of students drinking and laughing against the backdrop of the dark
Last Updated: 2026-06-13
Chapter: Never going anywhereThe locker room was entirely empty by the time the heavy security doors hissed shut, sealing us off from the rest of the arena.The digital clock on the wall glowed a sharp, neon 11:45 PM. Upstairs, the stadium was a cavernous, dark shell of concrete and ice, but down here in the private suite, the air was thick, warm, and charged with an energy that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with the way Stefan was looking at me.I stood with my back pressed against the cold metal of the supply lockers, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My white lab coat was discarded somewhere on the bench behind us, and my button-down shirt felt entirely too tight, every button straining against the frantic, irregular thud of my heart.Stefan stood right in front of me, his tall, heavily muscled frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The dark blue team jersey he’d worn to practice earlier was gone, replaced by a simple black t-shirt that stretched tightly across
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: We are not co workersThe next morning, the clinical staff lounge smelled like burnt espresso and anxiety.I was sitting at the low laminate table with a stack of physical therapy intake forms spread out in front of me, trying to pretend that my brain wasn't entirely occupied by the memory of Stefan’s hands on my waist in the dark training room.It wasn't working.Every time the heavy double doors of the medical wing swung open, my head snapped up, half-expecting broad shoulders and a dark hoodie, only to find a rookie with a sprained ankle or the team nutritionist holding a clipboard of electrolyte schedules."You've rewritten that same paragraph three times, Vale," a dry voice drawled from the doorway.I looked up to see Adrian leaning against the doorframe, holding a paper cup of black coffee that looked like liquid tar. He looked just as exhausted as the rest of us, dark circles under his eyes from managing the PR fallout of the legacy board meeting, but there was an amused, knowing glint in his expres
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: Avoiding meThe air in the private training room always felt different after nine o’clock at night. The harsh fluorescent panels overhead were switched off, leaving only the low, amber glow of the security lights bouncing off the spotless rubber floors and the rows of stainless-steel equipment.It was quiet. the kind of silence that made every small sound—the drip of a sink faucet, the hum of the ice rink refrigeration units vibrating through the concrete, or the heavy thud of a hockey stick against a wall upstairs—sound ten times louder than it actually was.I sat on the edge of the high treatment table, my legs dangling slightly off the edge, staring down at an open clipboard filled with recovery tracking charts. My fingers were wrapped around a cold can of sparkling water, but I hadn’t taken a sip in ten minutes.My mind was a mess.Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the phantom heat of Stefan’s hands against my waist, the rough friction of his stubble, and the way the world had
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: BoltedSTEFANThe darkness of the medical storage room was absolute, a heavy, quiet vault that smelled of rubbing alcohol, fresh linens, and the intoxicating, feverish heat of Noah’s skin beneath my hands.I had him pinned against the edge of the metal supply counter, his legs still locked around my waist and his fingers tangled so deeply in the collar of my shirt that the fabric was stretching to the breaking point. Every touch was a victory. Every ragged breath he took against my mouth felt like a concession from the man who had spent three weeks telling me we were nothing but a line-item on a corporate balance sheet.I leaned my weight further into him, my palm sliding up the smooth skin of his thigh, moving past the bunched fabric of his trousers to find the real, burning reality of him. My mind was completely clear for the first time in forty-eight hours—no board meetings, no suspensions, no Luca Vance. Just the rhythmic, desperate friction of his body matching mine in the dark.Until
Last Updated: 2026-05-30
Chapter: NoahNOAHThe press room, the legacy owners, the corporate paperwork—it all dissolved into the freezing, empty darkness of the corridor the moment my mouth met his.. My hands had completely abandoned their usual clinical restraint, my fingers clawing into the thick, dense muscle of his shoulders, dragging him down into a kiss that tasted sharply of salt and a fierce, unresolved hunger that had been building since the first night we lied to the world.Stefan let out a low, desperate sound—a growl that vibrated directly from his chest into my throat—as his hands tore themselves out of his pockets.He didn't grab me gently. One massive, calloused palm slammed against the concrete right beside my ear, the impact echoing down the dark hallway like a distant slap on the ice, while his other hand gripped the back of my thigh, lifting my leg effortlessly until my knee hooked over his hip. The sudden change in leverage tilted my hips directly into his, the hard, unyielding line of his frame press
Last Updated: 2026-05-30
Chapter: The kissNOAHThe heavy iron doors of the training facility didn’t rattle when they closed behind us.They just clicked shut with a solid, pressurized thud that cut off the entire outside world.The sound of the city, the relentless hum of the afternoon traffic, and the imaginary ring of fifty reporters shouting over each other in the press room—all of it vanished, swallowed completely by the cavernous, concrete silence of the under-arena corridor.It was four in the afternoon.The stadium was empty, a hollow concrete shell waiting for Thursday’s crowd, and the air down here smelled the same as it always did: cold, sterile, mixed with the faint metallic tang of old skate-grinders and the heavy scent of rubber floor mats.I stopped just past the security turnstile, my boots sinking into the thick, patterned rubber flooring that lined the path toward the medical wing.My navy suit jacket felt heavy on my shoulders, a stiff reminder of the boardroom layout we had just escaped. Still, as I reached
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
Romance In The Mansion
Aaron Hale has survived on grit, secrets, and nightlife shifts in an East L.A. club—never knowing the owner watching him from the shadows is Zayden Blackwell, a powerful man whose obsession runs deeper than lust. Months before Aaron ever notices him, Zayden secretly buys the club, manipulates shifts and tips, and even pays Bianca—Aaron’s first love—to break his heart, all to push him into accepting a mysterious job at his mansion.
But Zayden isn’t the only shadow tied to Aaron. Slate, Zayden’s cold half-brother, once saved Aaron’s life during a kidnapping attempt Zayden himself orchestrated years ago. Slate was meant to “manage” Aaron in the mansion, not fall for him, but his forbidden desire grows uncontrollably.
Inside the mansion, Aaron discovers a locked room filled with photos and belongings of himself—Zayden’s collection—and a drawer of secret notes from Slate, revealing his own obsession. A staff member reports Aaron’s every move to an unknown enemy, while a hidden safe shows Zayden prepared legal documents to control Aaron’s entire future.
A mysterious texter warns: “He’s lying to you. Both of them are.”
At the mansion’s deadly climax event, Aaron flips the psychological game—forcing Zayden to surrender the control he’s never given anyone.
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Chapter: AaronThe morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Zayden’s master bedroom, casting long, golden geometric patterns across the tangled silk sheets. I woke up slowly, my body aching with a deep, thoroughly satisfied lethargy that was a direct testament to the fierce intensity of the night before. For a few brief, blissful seconds, the world was completely still. There were no corporate operations briefings, no internal security leaks, and no shadow operatives appearing unannounced at my office desk.Then, the events of the previous day rushed back into my consciousness, and the reality of my situation settled heavily onto my chest.I shifted slightly, the smooth fabric of the sheets sliding against my bare skin. Zayden was still asleep beside me, his large, powerful frame stretched out across the mattress. Without the dominant, calculating expression he usually wore during the day, his features looked remarkably relaxed, almost peaceful. One of his heavy arms was draped lo
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: SexThe bedroom was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting warm shadows across the rumpled sheets. Zayden and Aaron were already tangled together on the edge of the bed, their mouths fused in a deep, hungry kiss. Aaron’s hands gripped the back of Zayden’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues slid hotly against each other, tasting and teasing. Zayden groaned softly into Aaron’s mouth, his fingers digging into Aaron’s hips, pressing their bodies flush.Aaron broke the kiss just long enough to yank Zayden’s shirt over his head, exposing smooth, toned skin. “Fuck, I need you,” he muttered, voice low and rough, before diving back in.Their lips crashed again, more urgent this time, teeth grazing as breaths grew ragged. Zayden’s hands roamed down Aaron’s back, slipping under his waistband to squeeze his ass, pulling him harder against the growing bulge in his jeans.They tumbled back onto the mattress, Aaron straddling Zayden’s hips. Clothes came off in a frantic blur—shirt
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: AaronThe tablet containing Voss’s encrypted security keys remained dark on the leather seat beside me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't sit in a sterile hotel room optimizing logistics routes while my chest felt like it was collapsing from the sheer weight of what had just happened in the office. The memory of Slate’s sudden appearance, his striking, severe features, and the profound sadness in his ice-grey eyes when he confessed he was leaving the country for good was an anchor pulling me down into an abyss of panic."Change of destination," I told the driver, my voice trembling but absolute. I gave him the coordinates for the one place that felt like an answer to the chaos.When the SUV pulled up the grand, sweeping driveway of Zayden’s mansion, I didn't wait for the security detail to open the door. I threw myself out into the crisp afternoon air, running up the stone steps. The massive double doors were already open, a few house staff and security personnel moving through the opulent foye
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: AaronVoss’s direct, unyielding command to clear the floor hung heavily in the air as Tessa’s heels hurriedly clicked down the quiet corridor. The atmosphere in the massive Voss Logistics HQ was thick, the silence in the wake of Slate’s abrupt departure heavier than any corporate briefing I had ever sat through. While Voss was issuing orders with his terrifyingly calm voice, my mind was operating in a chaotic swirl of entirely personal panic.Slate was leaving. He was leaving. The realization was a dull, physical ache centered right behind my ribs. My heart, already hammering from the close encounter with the man with the ice-grey eyes, was now doing a manic, distressed dance."Get your coat," Voss repeated, his tone softer now, but still carrying the absolute weight of his power. It wasn't just a physical instruction; it was an isolation order. He was clearing the arena, and the immediate proximity was exclusively for the two of us.I moved mechanically, grabbing the soft charcoal cashmer
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: AaronThe tailor’s appointment at eight in the morning had been a grueling exercise in polite humiliation. An anonymous 'H' had sent the car, Henderson the Tailor had scrutinized every curve and angle of my body with a grim expression, and when I had finally escaped, I felt less like a man and more like a collection of measurements intended for a luxury suit I couldn't afford. By late afternoon, the office of Voss Global Logistics was finally normalizing. The hum of industrial HVAC and the synchronize clicking of keyboards was, surprisingly, comforting. Voss was trapped in executive meetings, leaving me with a rare pocket of time to actually get some logistical planning done for once.For ninety glorious minutes, I forgot about internal security leaks, mystery messages from 'V,' and the general feeling that my life was being manipulated by unseen forces.Then the elevator bell chimed.I didn't think anything of it. It was a pleasant, corporate tone, usually signaling the return of the couri
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: AaronThe walk from Voss’s office back to my desk felt like navigating a minefield in slow motion.Tessa was still there, pretending to organize paperclips, but the second she saw my face, she stopped. She didn't say a word. She just gave me a look that was surprisingly lacking in her usual sarcasm—just pure, quiet sympathy. I grabbed my bag, offered her a weak smile that probably looked more like a grimace, and headed for the elevators.True to his word, when I stepped out into the lobby, a sleek black SUV was idling near the curb. The driver—a massive man with a buzz cut who looked like he wrestled bears for fun—immediately stepped out to open the door.He didn't look at me, but as I got in, he cleared his throat."Your mother is a very polite woman, sir," he said, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone. "Mr. Voss instructed me to ensure she knows I am alert, not discourteous."I blinked, settling into the heated leather seat. "Did you wave back?""I gave her a formal nod, sir. And a brief
Last Updated: 2026-05-21
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