Semua Bab YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Bab 41 - Bab 50

The room froze.Lisa’s mouth fell open, stunned. She stumbled back a step as if Tom had slapped her.“You… you knew?” she stammered, her voice losing its sharpness for the first time.Tom didn’t even glance at her. His eyes were locked on me, dark and burning. “Yeah, Lisa. I knew. I’ve known for a while now.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My legs felt weak. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan approach to meet the chaos in the kitchen. He stood frozen, half-dressed, confusion all over his face.“You think I’m an idiot?” Tom said, his voice even. “You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at her? The way she looked at him?” His eyes shifted between Jordan and myself, something unreadable covered in them.Lisa shook her head like she couldn’t process it. “I don't get it. So you’re just going to let her humiliate you?”Tom’s mouth curved into something cold. “Maybe you should mind your own business for once.”Lisa sputtered, furious but defeated. She glanced at Jordan like

“To the bedroom, now!” Tom ordered, his voice rough and low.I moved without thinking, my feet taking my body along. Tom and Jordan followed, trailing behind me, their eyes raging with hunger and desire."Get on the bed," Tom said immediately we arrived. I crawled onto the mattress. Jordan followed, pulling his shirt over his head, his eyes glued to me like he was starving.Tom stood back, watching. “Hands and knees, Claire. Let him see what’s mine.”I hesitated, my breath shaky, but I obeyed as I got into position, spreading my ass in front of their hungry eyes. Jordan stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips possessively.“She’s wet again,” he murmured.“She never stopped being wet,” Tom smirked. “That’s what happens when you fuck her right.”Jordan leaned down, one hand sliding between my legs, his fingers teasing. “I can feel you throbbing.”I moaned, arching back into his hand.Tom moved to the head of the bed, stroking himself. “Let him play with you. I want to see your

ClaireThe morning light peeked through the blinds, but I hadn't been able to sleep all night. My mind was a mess, thoughts of Lisa’s smirk, her body under Tom, her hands on Jordan. My men.Jealousy clawed at me, raw and relentless. She’d tasted what was mine, and I couldn’t let that stand. Today, I’d burn her memory from their minds and make Tom and Jordan know they belonged to me.I slipped into a black lace lingerie, the fabric hugging my curves like a glove.Taking my phone, texted Jordan: 'Come over. Now.'Then I turned to Tom, sprawled in bed, his chest rising slow. “Get up,” I said, voice sharp. “We’re settling this.”He opened one eye, a smirk tugging his lips.“What’s got you so worked up, Claire?”I leaned down, gripping his jaw, nails biting.“You fucked her in front of me.” My voice was a low blade. “You’re mine, Tom. Both of you are.”His smirk wavered, curiosity sparking.A knock interrupted. Jordan. I let him in, his eyes catching on my outfit, then flicking to Tom, who

MiaThe office clock ticked past 9 p.m. when Owen’s voice cut through the silence."Mia, you done yet?"I jumped. My desk, a mess of coffee cups and papers, felt suffocating. He wanted the quarterly report before morning, no mistakes allowed.“Almost, Mr. Carter!” I called, my fingers scrambling across the keys.“Bring it in when you’re ready. I’m not here for fun.”His voice sent a familiar jolt through me. Owen Carter— CEO, perfectionist and the reason I couldn't think straight. He was a walking fantasy— dark hair with green eyes that enchanted you, and a smile that could melt or destroy you.I’d been his assistant for six months, and every day was a battle to keep my head straight. It started with small things— his hand brushing mine when I handed him coffee, lingering stares, teasing remarks that made me blush for hours. I told myself it meant nothing but I couldn't ignore the tension. Not anymore.I grabbed my laptop, heart racing and knocked on his office door.“Come in, Mia,” h

MiaHis fiancée was here. Owen’s words hit hard, my heart slamming as I scrambled off his desk, yanking my skirt down.I looked a mess, my panties lost, my body still tingling. I grabbed my blouse, panic clawing at me.“Owen, what the hell?” I hissed. “Your fiancée’s here?”“Stay calm,” he said, zipping his pants, his face tight. “We’re leaving.”“Leaving?” I snapped, grabbing my bag. “She’s probably right outside!”“Exactly." He caught my wrist. “Back exit. Now.”I wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the sound of heels approaching shut me up. I followed Owen through a side door to the back stairs. We hit the parking garage, and he pulled me toward his black car.“Get in,” he said, opening the passenger door.“This is insane,” I muttered.He jumped into the driver’s seat and drove out. The city lights streaked past, but all I could think about was the woman I didn't know and what I’d just done with her supposed fiancé.“Where are we going?” I asked.“My place,” he said, eyes on th