RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.
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This book contains extremely explicit sexual content, taboo stepfather/stepdaughter dynamics, power play, and graphic erotic scenes. Strictly 18+ only. Read at your own risk.
“Don’t make a sound,” he growled against my ear, his hand sliding between my thighs. “Not one sound, or I stop and we both know you don’t want me to stop.”
He was right.
God help me, he was right.
Caden Voss is my stepfather. Forty-two, ruthless, built like sin and cold as steel. The kind of man who makes grown men flinch and panties drop without trying. He married my mother.
And he has his fingers buried inside me while my mother sleeps down the hall.
I came back home at twenty-one thinking I could handle him. Thinking the attraction was just a stupid crush I’d grown out of.
But nothing prepares you for Caden Voss up close his voice, his hands, the way his eyes strip you naked before he’s touched a single inch of you.
He fought it. Weeks of cold silences and hard stares and pretending he didn’t watch my mouth when I talked.
Then one night he stopped pretending.
Now he has me bent over his desk every chance he gets, hand wrapped in my hair, whispering filthy things against my skin that make me forget my own name. He knows exactly how to make me beg.
Exactly how to stretch me open and fill me so deep I’m sobbing into the pillow trying not to wake the whole house.
It’s wrong. It’s filthy. It’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Not even a little.
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Chapter: Chapter fiveCadenI’ve destroyed men for less.Built empires from nothing, buried competitors without blinking, sat across boardroom tables from men twice my age and made them sweat through their suits just by staying quiet. I have never in forty-two years of living lost control of myself. Not once. Not over anything.And then Aria came home.Three weeks. That’s all it took. Twenty-one days of her padding around my house in oversized shirts and bare feet and that laugh she had the one that came out surprised, like she hadn’t meant to find things funny and everything I’d spent a lifetime building around myself developed a crack I couldn’t locate and couldn’t fix.I noticed her the first day.I hated myself for it the same night.The morning after the bathroom I was up at five.I ran six miles in the dark because I needed to do something with what was living inside my chest and the alternative options were all significantly worse. Cold shower after. Coffee. Suit. The whole armor of routine I’d buil
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Chapter: Chapter fourAriaThe lock clicked.Loudest sound I’d ever heard in my life.I stepped back from the door, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, and waited. One second. Two. The towel was wrapped tight around my chest and my hair was dripping onto my shoulders and every single nerve ending I had was standing at full attention.The door opened.Caden filled the doorway the way he filled every space he walked into completely, like the room had no choice but to reorganize itself around him. He’d taken his jacket off at some point, shirt still on but open at the collar, sleeves pushed up. His eyes found me immediately and stayed.The look on his face.Oh God, the look on his face.Not the controlled, unreadable mask from dinner. Not the cold boardroom stillness. This was something stripped back and raw and barely leashed, dark eyes moving over me in a way that made the air leave my lungs completely.Nobody had ever looked at me like that.Like I was something he’d been starving for.“I
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Chapter: Chapter Three AriaI typed back immediately. Like an idiot.That’s creepy. That’s actually creepy and you know it.Then Is it.Not a question. A statement. The kind that sits in your chest and makes you feel things you shouldn’t.I locked my phone and threw it onto the cushion beside me and pressed my face into my hands and just sat there for a while doing absolutely nothing constructive. Outside the birds were doing their morning thing, completely unbothered, living their best uncomplicated lives. Must be nice. Must be genuinely lovely to be a bird right now.I picked my phone back up.Stop texting me.You texted me first.You started it.Careful, Aria. You sound like a child.I nearly launched the phone across the room.I spent the rest of the morning doing everything I could to stop thinking about him. I went for a run three miles through the neighborhood with my headphones in and my playlist on full volume, pounding the pavement like it had personally offended me. I showered. I reorganized my
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Chapter: Chapter two AriaI stared at that message for a solid four minutes.Then I typed back: Who is this?Three dots appeared immediately. Like he’d been waiting.You know who this is.I put the phone face down on the nightstand and pressed both hands over my face and just laid there in the dark doing absolutely nothing useful. My heart was going insane. My brain was going insane. Every functioning part of me was screaming that this was wrong, that I needed to delete the message and go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and pretend it never happened.I picked the phone back up.How did you get my number?Your mother’s contacts. Goodnight, Aria.And then nothing. Just silence and the glow of my screen and me, lying in a mansion in Minnesota at midnight, officially losing my mind over a man I had no business thinking about.I didn’t sleep until three.Morning came too fast and too bright and I laid in bed for a full ten minutes arguing with myself about breakfast.I could stay upstairs. Claim a headache. Se
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Chapter: Chapter one:ARIAMoving back in with my mother was already humiliating enoughAdd her rich, terrifyingly attractive husband into the equation and what you get is me, standing outside a mansion in Minnesota at four in the afternoon, suitcase in hand, seriously reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment.I should have stayed broke in Boston.I really, truly should have.Mrs. Dalton opened the door before I could even knock , sweet woman, soft voice, immediately took my bag and told me dinner was at seven and Mr. Voss was working from home today.Mr. Voss.Oh God.My mother materialized from upstairs in a waft of Chanel and maternal guilt, pulled me into a hug that nearly cracked a rib and started talking immediately. The room, the gala next weekend, the stone work in the back garden, something about travertine. I smiled and nodded and said mm-hm in the right places and was doing a genuinely impressive job of being a normal, well-adjusted daughter.And then I heard footsteps.Slow ones.
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