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The Reclamation
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2026-02-28 17:24:56
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Taken by my stepfathers Discarded
Lilian’s POVI woke up to the sound of a vacuum cleaner humming with indifferent efficiency in the hallway and the relentless glare of the morning sun reflecting off the glass towers of Midtown. For a long, disorienting minute, I didn't know where I was. My mind was a fractured, jagged mosaic of silver clouds, the bone-shaking roar of jet engines, and the brutal weight of Klaus slamming into me over the Atlantic. The ghost of his touch was still etched into my skin, a cold, phantom pressure that made my breath hitch in the quiet of the room.I tried to sit up, but a sharp, biting pain flared in my wrists, pinning me back to the mattress for a second. I looked down, my vision blurring. The heavy, industrial plastic zip-ties had been cut away, probably by one of Klaus’s silent, stone-faced security detail, leaving deep, purple-black welts that circled my pale skin like grotesque jewelry. My entire body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder; every muscle was stiff, my lower ba
Taken by my stepfathers The Empty Horizon
Lilian’s POVThe Gulfstream G650ER cut through the Atlantic clouds like a silver blade, the interior a sanctuary of cream leather, burled walnut, and the low, expensive hum of twin engines. Outside the thick oval windows, there was nothing but an endless, bruising blue—the vast, indifferent territory of the Schmidt family. Klaus sat opposite me, a glass of neat gin in his hand, his eyes fixed on the digital flight tracker embedded in the bulkhead."Thirty-four fifty-seven North. Twenty-eight fourteen West," Klaus muttered, his voice a low, rhythmic chant. He looked energised, his dark tattoos peeking out from the collar of his black shirt. "The heart of the fortress."I gripped the armrests, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The flash drive was tucked into my bra, the data I’d skimmed from his monitors burning against my skin. I had betrayed him to get here, but I didn't care. If those coordinates were right, I was minutes away from seeing Eden. I was minutes away f
Taken by my stepfathers I am a player
Lilian’s POVThe silence in Klaus's penthouse was heavy, broken only by the low hum of the climate control and the distant sirens of the city seventy floors below. Klaus lay sprawled across the midnight silk, his body a landscape of dark ink and hard muscle, his breathing deep and even for the first time in forty-eight hours. Beside him, the other man was a dead weight, his face buried in a pillow. They had finally succumbed to the exhaustion of their own excess, leaving me awake in the wreckage of the night.My body throbbed with a dull, persistent ache—a reminder of every position they had forced me into and every inch of me they had claimed. But as I sat up, my skin sticking to the silk, the pleasure was replaced by a sharp, cold clarity. I hadn't come to Klaus's place to be a permanent fixture in Klaus’s bed. I had come for the Schmidt files.I slipped out from under the heavy weight of Klaus’s arm, my feet silent as they hit the obsidian floor. I didn't reach for my clothes. In t
Taken by my stepfathers The price of finding Eden
Lilian's POV The air in Klaus’s penthouse was a stagnant, suffocating soup of sandalwood, expensive gin, and the sharp tang of sweat. It was the kind of atmosphere that clung to your clothes and seeped into your pores, a permanent reminder of the depravity that lived within these obsidian walls. I didn’t knock; in Klaus’s world, an unlocked door wasn't a welcome – it was a trap, a silent dare to see if you had the stomach for what lay on the other side. I stepped inside, the sharp click of my heels muffled by the thick, dark rugs that led toward the sleeping quarters, the hum of Manhattan’s midnight traffic a distant, buzzing ghost against the glass.I found him exactly where I expected, silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the jagged, neon-lit skyline of the city. Klaus was a shadow of a man, lean and corded with a restless, violent muscle, his skin almost entirely obscured by intricate, dark tattoos that seemed to writhe like living snakes in the dim lig
Taken by my stepfathers The reward
Eden’s POVThe walk back to the master suite felt like a procession. Luca didn’t just lead me; he held me, his large hand a constant, branding heat against the small of my back. The silence of the villa had changed. It was no longer the silence of a tomb or a cage; it was the humming quiet of a powerhouse that had just found its missing gear. As we passed the glass walls, the Atlantic seemed to churn with a renewed violence, mirroring the dark, electric triumph surging through my veins. I had seen the look in Daddy’s eyes—the shift from seeing me as a beautiful distraction to seeing me as a structural necessity."You have no idea what you just did in there," Luca whispered as we reached the massive double doors of the suite. His voice was a jagged rasp, thick with a pride that was almost indistinguishable from lust. "You didn't just pass a test, Eden. You rewrote the hierarchy. My grandfather doesn't look at anyone like that. Not even us."He pushed the doors open. The room had been t
Taken by my stepfathers You’re a Schmidt now
Eden’s POVThe study was so silent I could hear the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, marking the seconds like a heartbeat against the mahogany walls. Six pairs of eyes were fixed on me, heavy with expectation and a dark curiosity. I didn't look up. I didn't need to. I could feel the heat of Luca still standing by the door, his gaze burning into the back of my neck, and the weight of Daddy’s stare from across the desk.I flipped the first ten pages within seconds. Most analysts would have started with the grand totals, looking for the missing millions in the wire transfers. They were amateurs. I started with the fuel surcharges and the maritime insurance premiums—the small, "boring" numbers where the real ghosts hide. My fingers moved over the paper, tracing the flow of capital through the Mediterranean shipping routes. My mind, sharpened by years of high-level financial theory, began to dismantle the complex layers of the Schmidt family's illicit wealth.My pen fl
Taken by my stepfathers How many men did he let you fuck?
Eden's POVDaniel hauled me up like a sack of potatoes, slinging me over his broad shoulder. My heavy tits slapped against his cheek with every step, nipples scraping his stubbled jaw. Blood rushed to my head, face dangling down his back, perfect view of his ass flexing in those wet trunks. But low
Última actualización : 2026-03-24Taken by my stepfathers This is my son
Eden’s POVBy the time I stepped out of the bath, the house felt different. Not quiet in the way it used to feel when Lilian lived here, where silence had weight and teeth and always felt like it was waiting for someone to make a mistake, but quiet in a softer way, like the house itself had finally
Última actualización : 2026-03-22Taken by my stepfathers Two cock in from of me
Eden's POVI woke up the next morning with my sheets twisted around my legs, pussy still tender from last night's frenzy. The shower did nothing to rinse away the filth in my head—Daniel's thick cock splitting me, Luca's ripped body pinning me down, both of them railing me until I broke. Fantasizin
Última actualización : 2026-03-23Taken by my stepfathers Do I know what I want?
Eden’s POVThe door to Daniel’s study closed behind me with a soft click, but the weight of that sound followed me down the hallway like something much louder had just been sealed shut, like a decision had been placed on the table and left there waiting for me to either claim it or run from it.I d
Última actualización : 2026-03-24
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