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2025-04-03 13:47:07
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YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) The Mafia Lord
Andy"Where are we going?" I asked as the expensive Mercedes slid away from the curb, my boxed cake on my laps."Curious little thing." He chuckled.I blinked at him, "Shouldn't I be?""I want you to trust me," he told me."I don't even know your name." I pointed out.His mouth curved up into a small smile that made him even more breathtaking. For the hundredth time, I wondered what little, silly me was doing with a man like this."My name is Gio." He replied, "Do you trust me, Alexandria?""N-no." I said honestly.Laughing, he grabbed the knot of his tie and tugged at it till the tie slid off, undone. "Let's correct that. Come here."I inched closer to him, and to my shock, he placed the tie around my eye and carefully tied it behind my head, blocking out my vision, "W-what's going on?"I heard him opening the cake box, "Open your mouth, Alexandria."I obediently parted my mouth and he fed me some cake. He fed me three more bites. There was something about the act that made my stomac
YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) The Mafia Lord
Andy"Sixteen dollars and fifteen cents," the store attendant said with a bored glance at me.Pulling out all the money in my purse, I began to count it, sweat beading on my forehead, "I-I have sixteen dollars and two cents.""Where's the rest of it?" She sneered.I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, "I don't have it. Please it's just a few cents, can I just get the cake? I've been saving for months to be able to afford this cake and it's important to me," I pleaded."Do I look like I care?" The lady snapped, "Go give someone else your sob story. If you don't have the money get out of my sight."The tears spilled over, shoulders hunching forward as I stared at the carrot cake in longing. My mother had been a terrible cook, but the one thing she had known how to make to perfection was carrot cake. It had been three years since I lost her, and I had been looking forward to commemorating my eighteenth birthday by getting myself one."Please," I sobbed, cheeks wet with tears, "I'll clea
YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) I Am His; He Is Mine
Camille“You’re mine,” Jace growled, his breath hot at my ear. “Every inch. Every hole. Mine.”I barely had time to answer before he slammed into me, hard. I screamed out, loud. There was no warning, no mercy. His cock filled me in one ruthless thrust, tearing a sob from my throat.“Jace, fuckkkk!”“Shut up,” he growled, grabbing my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You don’t speak unless I say.”His hips snapped against mine, again. And again. The headboard slammed into the wall in rhythm, every stroke brutal, possessive, punishing.“Louder,” he snarled, thrusting deeper.I cried out, my throat raw and dry. “Yes! Oh my God—yes!”“You like being used like this?” His voice was pure gravel. “Is this what you wanted when you ran to that pretty-boy hotel?”“No! Just you, I only want you.”He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss.“On your knees. Face down, ass up. Now.”I obeyed, my heart racing, skin flushed, pussy dripping. My knees sank into the mattress, cheek pressed to
YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) No One Else
CamilleI stood in the hotel suite, shame burning in my throat. I loved Jace. What would his reaction be? What if I had ruined everything before it could even become anything?I had to see him. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and texted : 'Where are you? We need to talk. Now.'I stared at the screen. His reply came in. Just an address. No other words. Typical Jace.I was already out the door. The Uber ride to his place was suffocating. The city blurred past but couldn’t breathe properly until I saw him. I arrived, heart pounding as I made my way to his door. I knocked once. The door swung open fast.Jace. He had on a black T-shirt, low-slung jeans and bare feet. No smirk, just those gray eyes cutting into me.“What’s going on?” he asked, voice flat.“I need to talk,” I whispered.He didn’t say a word, just stepped aside. Inside, it smelled like him. The furniture minimalist. A bed, unmade. I didn’t belong here. But I stepped in anyway. He closed the door behind me with a cli
YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) Testing The Hearts
I didn’t want to be here. But I needed to know.I sat at a new bar, heels dangling, my dress black, short and tight. My fingers curled around the stem of my wine glass, my thoughts on Jace’s gray eyes, the way he had said, 'Don’t fall in love with me.'I shoved the thought away. There was absolutely no way I was in love with Jace.A man slid onto the stool beside me. Broad shoulders, good looking, a collared shirt open at the throat. His cologne was expensive and masculine.“Mind if I join you?” he asked, voice low.I sipped my wine slowly, then looked him over. “Only if you buy me another.”He signaled the bartender. “Two Champagnes, please.”He turned back. “I’m Harvey.”“Camille.” I offered a small smile.He lifted his glass. “To new friends.”I clinked. “And future mistakes.” I tasted the wine, eyes on him. “You come here often?”“First time.” He laughed. “I like the music, the crowd.”I leaned forward. “I like a good crowd.” My gaze flicked over his lips. “And good company.”He s
YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES) The Shift
The photo went viral in under an hour.Me, in a gold, backless, silk dress. Laughing with a shirtless male model at a campaign advertisement. His hand was low on my waist, and his lips were too close to my ear.Jace saw it.And I knew exactly what it would do to him.So I wore the same dress to the club that night.Gold. Backless. No bra. No panties. Just skin and silk, my nipples poking through.I walked in like nothing had happened, but I barely made it five steps in when I felt his grip on my hand, the anger flowing through.“Hey,” I said, tugging slightly. “What the hell?”He didn’t answer, just dragged me past the bar down the hallway, until we reached the manager’s office. Then he slammed the door and locked it.“Are you insane?” I hissed.He turned on me. “You wore the same dress.”I smirked. “I look good in it. You jealous?” I asked, meeting his stare, voice low, almost teasing.He didn’t answer, moving toward me.“You think I didn’t see that bullshit on your feed?” he growled
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