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Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-06-01
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Language: English
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Contemporary

Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Badboy

Dominant

Goodgirl

Age Gap

Office Relationship

Hate to Love

"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Ryder growled against my ear, his hips slamming forward in a deep, punishing thrust that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, stretching me. "Harder... please..." He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "You want it rough, baby? Then beg for it properly." My body trembled under him, slick and desperate. The words spilled out before I could stop them. "Please... Daddy... fuck me harder." A dark, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. He leaned down, teeth grazing my neck, voice low and filthy. "Good girl. Come all over Daddy's cock. Show me how much you need this.” *** On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé Dylan Voss and my step-sister Helene fucking each other in a room. Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked away from the altar. That's when Ryder Hawthorne—Dylan's powerful, ruthless stepfather—found me. He carried me to his penthouse, and in a haze of rage and need, I seduced him. We fucked like it was war: rough, and desperate. When Dylan walked in and saw me riding his stepdad—he felt betrayed and stormed out. I felt satisfied and vindicated. It was supposed to be one night. We were never supposed to see each other again. Until I desperately took a job at Hawthorne Prosperity Group to save my dying grandmother…and discovered Ryder was my new boss. One rough, forbidden encounter in his office, and he offered me to be his personal slut, in return he'd pay Gran's bills. I had no choice and accepted. Payback became obsession. My ex wants me back, but Ryder refuses to let go. Now I’m caught between revenge and surrender.

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Pearl
Pearl
Thank you so much fo reading this my lovely readers.... Please if you're enjoying this book, kindly drop a nice review for me. its gives me so much moral and high hopes that I'm doing well. it's motivates me to keep writing more for you guys. Thank you! Xoxo.
2026-05-27 13:47:40
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Amber
Amber
I'm addicted can't put it down
2026-05-19 14:15:13
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Momma ❤️
Momma ❤️
Not bad... Highly recommend ...
2026-05-17 03:02:17
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Daddy's girl
Daddy's girl
A very good and steamy book... Love them daily updates!
2026-05-16 02:03:38
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Marcelline Attoh
Marcelline Attoh
It’s nice ...
2026-05-10 05:43:08
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120 Chapters
Chapter 1: Where is Dylan?
Freya's POV The mirror in the bridal suite reflected a stranger in white. I stood motionless, hands hovering over the delicate lace of my gown as if afraid to touch it too hard and make the dream disappear. The dress was everything I imagined since I was sixteen—ivory satin hugging my waist, layers of tulle falling like soft clouds to the floor, off-the-shoulder sleeves that left my collarbones bare. The veil, pinned with tiny seed pearls, framed my face like a halo. Ten years, I thought, a quiet smile tugging at my lips. Ten years of waiting for this exact moment. I remembered the first time Dylan Voss kissed me behind the bleachers after the homecoming game. it was awkward, and sweet. I remembered the nights he’d driven me home after my stepmother Elaine had screamed at me for breathing too loudly, how he’d parked under the streetlight and held me until the shaking stopped. I remembered the way he looked at me when he proposed on one knee in the little park where we used to m
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Chapter 2: Dylan is Fucking Helene?
Freya’s POV Dylan turned his head. He slowed his thrusts just enough to look over his shoulder, lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smirk. He didn’t pull out. He simply straightened up slightly, still inside Helene, his thick cock glistening as it slid halfway out before plunging back in with a wet sound that made my stomach lurch. “Well, damn,” Dylan drawled, voice thick with lust. “You’re quicker than I thought, baby.” Helene laughed beneath him—low, throaty, and cruel. She hooked her legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. “Told you she’d come looking eventually.” The bouquet I'd been clutching slipped from my fingers, petals scattering like confetti from a cruel joke. “Dylan… Helene… what the fuck—” Dylan finally eased out of Helene with a slow, deliberate drag, letting me see every inch of him—hard, slick, veins pulsing, completely unashamed. He stood up beside the bed, cock jutting proudly forward, still wet from my sister. No a
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Chapter 3: Helene is disgraced.
Freya's POV The projector screen glowed like a judgment seat. The hallway footage looped silently—Dylan’s hands sliding under Helene’s dress, her leg hooked high around his waist, their mouths fused in a hungry, shameless kiss—over and over, twenty feet tall, impossible to unsee. The ballroom froze for one perfect, suffocating second. Then it shattered. A collective gasp ripped through the crowd, followed by a wave of murmurs that grew into a roar. “Is that… Helene? The famous model and ambassador?” “She’s supposed to be the face of Elegance Luxe—dignity, class, all that bullshit.” “Look at her—legs spread in a hallway like a cheap escort.” “On her own sister’s wedding day? That’s not just shameless, that’s evil.” “I always knew she slept her way up, but this? This is disgusting.” “And Dylan Voss? What a spineless prick. Left his bride for that?” The words flew like knives—sharp, public, amd merciless. Guests pulled out phones, recording the screen, recording each oth
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Chapter 4: Seduce him.
Freya's POVI stepped out of the ballroom and the rain hit me like a slap.Cold, relentless, soaking through the lace and satin in seconds. The gown clung to my skin, heavy as guilt, the veil plastered across my face like a wet shroud. I didn’t run. I walked. One foot in front of the other, heels sinking into the gravel, water pooling around my ankles.Inside the ballroom they were still screaming, still crying, still filming.But out here it was just me and the storm.And the pain.God, the pain.It wasn’t the kind that made you scream. It was quieter. Deeper. The kind that settled in your chest and made every breath feel like swallowing glass.Ten years.Ten years of believing he loved me.Ten years of being the girl who stayed.I thought about the nights I’d sat on his couch while he ranted about his dad, about how hard life was, about how no one understood him. I’d listened. I’d held him. I’d kissed his tears away when he cried about his mother’s death. I’d cooked for him when he
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Chapter 5: Glorious cock
Chapter 5: Glorious cock Freya's POV I changed in his bathroom with shaking hands. The wedding gown lay in a sodden heap on the tile floor like something dead. I peeled it off—lace sticking to my skin, cold and clammy and stepped into the shower for thirty seconds, just long enough to rinse the rain and mascara from my face. No soap. No time to feel clean. I just needed to stop shivering. His T-shirt was huge on me. Soft gray cotton that fell to mid-thigh, sleeves past my elbows. I found a pair of his ordinary black sweatpants in the hamper, way too big, but I rolled the waistband twice and cinched it tight. The shirt hung loose, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. They poked through like they had a mind of their own. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself. Mascara gone. Hair dripping. Cheeks flushed from crying and cold. But my eyes looked different, sharper and hungrier. I stepped out. Ryder was already back, standing by the bed with a
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Chapter 6: Ryder is soo good.
Freya’s POVI stood up suddenly, legs shaky but determined.Before he could pull away completely, I surged forward and kissed him deeply, hungry, and desperate. My lips crashed into his like I was trying to swallow the last of my dignity along with him.For one stunned second he didn’t move as if he was still trying to process what's going on.Then suddenly, he kissed me back hard.His mouth claimed mine like punishment. One hand fisted in my wet hair, yanking my head back so he could angle deeper, tongue sweeping in without asking permission. The other arm banded around my waist, hauling me flush against him until I could feel every rigid inch of his body pressed to mine.I moaned into his mouth. He growled in response—low, and dangerous, the sound vibrating straight down my spine, and settling between my legs.I tugged at the hem of his shirt. He let me rip it off in one rough motion. No bra underneath. My small, firm breasts spilled free, nipples already painfully hard from the col
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Chapter 7: Not done yet.
Freya’s POVHe kicked my feet apart.Rough fingers found my soaked folds and plunged inside without preamble—two thick digits curling deep, stretching me open in one brutal stroke. I cried out, back arching off the wall, palms slapping the tile for balance as my body jolted from the sudden fullness.“Fuck—already dripping,” he growled against my ear, voice low and filthy. “Pathetic little slut. Begging a stranger to wreck you on your wedding night.”“Yes,” I whimpered, pushing back against his hand like I could force him deeper. “Please—more—”He curled his fingers harder, found that spot inside me that made my vision blur, and pumped steadily while his thumb circled my clit in slow, merciless loops.I moaned loud—“Yes… deeper…”—voice breaking on every syllable.My hips rocked back onto his hand greedily, breasts swaying with each thrust of his fingers. He reached around with his free hand, smushed one breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I gasped
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Chapter 8: Come.
Freya’s POVI was still shaking when he took my hand.“Come.”His voice was low, rough, the single word carrying more weight than any command he’d given me before. My legs felt heavy, but I let him lead me while I was still naked, skin still flushed and glossy, down the dimly lit hallway to his bedroom.The door was half-closed behind us.Moonlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting silver stripes across the neatly made bed. It looked almost innocent—dark sheets, crisp edges, nothing like the chaos we’d just left in the bathroom.Ryder turned to face me.He stripped slowly—methodical, and controlled. He took off his shirt first peeled off over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the silver threading through the dark hair there. He pushed his boxers down his thighs, and kicked them aside, and then his socks. Every movement was deliberate, like he was giving me time to look, and to see.And I did.God, I did.He was magnificent!Even with the years etched i
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Chapter 9: Dylan caught us!
Chapter 9: Dylan caught us! Freya's POV Ryder was still buried deep inside me, thick and hot, still pulsing with the last of his release. My legs were locked around his waist, thighs shaking, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Sweat slicked our skin together. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city below. And then the door swung open. My eyes snapped open. Dylan? What the fuck is he doing here? He stood in the doorway frozen, staring at the scenario before him, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and glassy. He was still in his wedding clothes, the crisp white shirt now untucked, his tie hanging loose. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he'd been running his hands through it. His mouth was wide open. I watched his face like a film reel moving through frames. First confusion. Like his brain genuinely couldn't piece together what his eyes were seeing. Then, the slow, creeping, horrible recognition, and pure shock. His face crumpl
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Chapter 10: Get out!
Chapter 10: Get out! Ryder's POV The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot. I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable. My skin felt too tight, and too hot. What the hell did I just do? I twisted the shower knob to scalding. Water hit like needles. I stepped under it anyway, letting it burn across my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs. It's a punishment and I deserved it. I braced one hand against the tile, head bowed, steam rising thick around me. I should have stopped her. I should have left the room. The second she started, I should have walked out of that door and not looked back. I knew exactly what she was doing. I'm forty-three years old and I’ve read people for a living my entire career. I knew. I had known. I let her press that trembling body against mine in my oversized shirt, nipples tight
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