Войти“If you say my name, then I promise to give you a treat.” Isabella smiled coyly, biting her lip while twirling a lock of hair around her index finger. "Dad... why can't we just have sex in your room? Mom's not home, so..." Isabella's words were cut short as her stepfather silenced her with a firm hand over her lips, and in a swift, fluid motion, he spun her around, pressing her face against the wall. "No time for negotiation, my dear." He stated, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Bend over," he ordered. His palm was still covering her mouth as his other hand roamed downward, slipping past her lips to explore the depths of her body. Isabella gasped! *** Isabella Roland finds her world turned upside down when she was forced to move in with her estranged mother and stepfather after her beloved uncle’s death. On that very day, she broke up with her boyfriend and had a passionate one-night stand with a stranger—only to discover the next day that the man was her stepfather. They swore it would never happen again, but the pull between them was impossible to resist. "But what happens when they're caught in the act?" "Will their forbidden affair destroy everything they hold dear, or will it lead to something even more dangerous and enticing?"
Узнайте больше“Isabella, fasten your seatbelt. I don’t want to be responsible for an accident.”
Isabella sighed, her fingers twitching against her lap as she gazed out the window, feeling a knot in her stomach. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. And then, she bit down on her upper lip, the pressure grounding her against the whirlwind of thoughts she couldn’t escape. “Isabella! Did you hear what I said earlier?” “Let me be, Evelyn… I mean, Mom,” Isabella snapped, yanking the seatbelt and fastening it with a sharp click. She slumped against the seat, exhaustion pressing down on her like a weight. The endless ride, the draining day—it was all too much. The only reason Isabella had agreed to follow her mother was because of Jackson— her boyfriend. Her mother, eyes fixed on the road, exhaled heavily before stealing a glance at Isabella. “Are you still upset about spending the entire holiday with me?” she asked, her brows lifting in quiet scrutiny. Isabella averted her gaze from outside the car window, turning to face her mother. “I only agreed to come because I want to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday—and I needed some fresh air,” she said, her voice edged with impatience. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair, digging into her scalp as if trying to ease the frustration simmering beneath her skin. “Besides, I’m not exactly thrilled about this,” Isabella added, her tone flat and voice void of emotions. “We haven’t spoken in years, and now, out of nowhere, you expect me to spend my holiday with you.” “Isabella, don’t be like that, okay?” Isabella mother whose name was Evelyn stated, her voice gentle yet firm as she shifted her gaze back to the road. "I let you stay with your uncle so you could keep him company after he lost his wife," Evelyn reasoned, her voice defensive as she tried to justify her lack of communication with Isabella. She sounded as if the explanation could justify the years of silence. Hearing her mother's explanation, Isabella couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Her mother’s explanation felt hollow, a poor attempt to justify the years of distance. It made no sense—Isabella had always lived with Evelyn, her single mother who had no idea who Isabella’s father was. For years, it had been just the two of them, figuring life out together, growing closer with each passing day. Then, suddenly, everything changed. The death of Isabella’s aunt had been tragic, but what hurt more was how easily Evelyn had sent her away, as if their bond had never mattered. One moment, they were inseparable; the next, Isabella was uprooted, handed over to her uncle who had lost his wife. He barely knew Isabella. Now, after all this time, Evelyn wanted to pretend like it had been the right decision—as if Isabella should understand but all she felt was the familiar sting of abandonment. Her uncle, drowning in grief after losing his wife, had poured all his attention into Isabella, who was only eight at the time. He became the father she never had, shielding her from the loneliness that came with being sent away. In his quiet, sorrowful way, he made sure she never felt unwanted, even when he was struggling to hold himself together. But that stability shattered just a months ago. On a fateful morning, Isabella had gone to wake him up, only to find him unresponsive. He had passed in his sleep, leaving her alone once again. The house that once felt safe became suffocating, filled with echoes of a life that no longer existed. Isabella felt that her entire life crumbled right in front of her because the one person she had always seen as her family was dead. Now, sitting in this car with the woman who had sent her away, Isabella couldn’t help but wonder—why now? Why, after all these years, did Evelyn suddenly want to be a mother again? Throughout the years Isabella lived with her uncle, Evelyn never once visited. No letters, no phone calls—just silence, as if she had been erased from her mother’s life. But when her uncle died, everything changed. Evelyn showed up, staying by Isabella’s side through the mourning period, through the burial, through the painful acceptance of loss. Then, as if trying to mend the years of absence with a single gesture, Evelyn offered to take Isabella with her. She believed a change of scenery, even if temporary, would help Isabella move on faster. But Isabella knew better. Grief didn’t fade just because you ran from it. And no matter how much her mother pretended to care now, it didn’t erase the fact that she had abandoned her when she needed her most. “Isabella! We’ve finally arrived at my beautiful mansion,” Evelyn announced suddenly, pulling into the garage. Her words jolted Isabella from her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. Stepping out of the car, Isabella took in the vast compound before her. A meticulously maintained garden surrounded a streaming fountain which was located at the middle of the compound. The place was undeniably beautiful, almost dreamlike—but to Isabella, it felt foreign, like a world she didn’t belong to. Isabella exhaled softly, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Without a word, she walked to the booth of the car, her movements slow and deliberate. As she grabbed her luggage, she cast a glance at her mother, brows arched in quiet skepticism. “Do I have a room inside or…” “You want to go out, right?” Evelyn interrupted before Isabella could finish her statement. “Your room isn't quite ready yet, and my husband isn't home, so why don't you go out and enjoy yourself for a bit while I finish setting up your things?" Evelyn's shoulder dropped down in exhaustion. ‘How could I forgot my mom had a new husband just two years ago?’ Isabella mused within herself as she opened her handbag, scanning to see if she had enough cash. “Um… Mom… I mean, Evelyn, I’ll be back in the evening. It’s my boyfriend’s birthday, and I want to surprise him,” Isabella said, her tone indifferent. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heels and walked away, putting distance between them. But unfortunately… she had no idea that surprising her boyfriend would make her entire world crumble into pieces.WARNING!! This chapter contains explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. Reader discretion is advised, as this chapter may be disturbing.***“Your wish is my command, baby girl,” Sebastian purred as he slapped the dildo against Isabella’s clit again before pulling it away, tossing it onto the bed, and spitting directly onto her pussy. Her walls clenched, her slick dripping even more as the warm spit slid down her folds.He leaned in and slid his tongue deep into her pussy while pinching her nipples to make them even harder, earning a loud whimper from Isabella.“Ohhhh, fuckkkkk…” she cried out, arching her back as waves of pleasure rolled through her.Sebastian smirked. He rose from between her legs and headed straight for the whip he had placed on the bedside table.With a devilish smirk curling his lips, he turned back toward her and walked forward slowly. When he stood in front of her, he lowered his gaze to her pussy, still dripping with wetness.“Baby girl,” Sebastian pu
WARNING!! This chapter contains explicit content meant for 18+ readers. Reader discretion is advised.***A soft chuckle escaped Sebastian’s lips as he noticed that Isabella was completely thrilled just by seeing his full nakedness.“I can smell the wetness of your pussy,” Sebastian said, and Isabella nodded. “Do you want me to have a taste?” he inquired.Bella’s smile widened. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she purred.Sebastian nodded, withdrew her panty away from his dick, allowing his dangling 8-inch member to stand in the air, then walked over to the bedside table and grabbed his handcuffs and a dildo before turning back to Isabella.“Woah, I can’t wait,” she purred in excitement. Before Sebastian could even ask her to give him her hands, Bella had already stretched them out toward him. “Here you go,” she mumbled, her heart racing with anticipation.Sebastian allowed a devilish smirk to form on his lips as he handcuffed one of Isabella’s hands. He grabbed her other hand and led he
Authors note: This chapter contains explicit content meant for 18+ readers. Reader discretion is advised.***Isabella smirked as her eyes fell on Sebastian’s hands. She couldn’t help but gasp sharply, arching her brows, though no words escaped her lips.Sebastian, on the other hand, already understood Isabella’s gaze and couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.After his laughter died down, he took a few more steps deeper into the room, heading straight to the bedside table, where he placed everything he was holding.“Before you even open your mouth to question me, I want you to know that I brought these just in case you want me to use some of them on you,” Sebastian said calmly, explaining himself peacefully to Isabella. “And I won’t use them on you if you don’t want me to.” He went on to explain himself. “Do you… do you want to torture me with them?” Isabella asked hesitantly, her words coming out one after another as she was quite scared of what Sebastian might say.Hearing Isabel
Authors note: This chapter contains explicit content meant for 18+ readers. Reader discretion is advised.As Sebastian sealed Isabella’s lips, he leaned away seconds later and swiftly rose from where he had been sitting on the bed before pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.Isabella sighed. She placed the box of pizza and the milkshake on the bedside table, then slid down from the bed. With a swift motion, she grabbed Sebastian’s wrists, signaling him to stop pacing and turn to face her.Bella smiled warmly. “Kiss me, Sebastian, and let’s just put our regrets behind us because it won’t help to achieve anything producti…”Before Isabella could complete her sentence, Sebastian lowered his body and, with a swift, solid motion, sealed her lips with a kiss.“Mmm,” Isabella moans softly into the kiss as she closed her eyes while allowing the warm rush of pleasure take over her entire body. Sebastian’s lips taste sweet, almost like the faint trace of her milkshake, and the kiss


















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