All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

lenaThey didn’t touch me for the next two days. No words. No orders. Nothing.I thought I’d be relieved. That I’d finally have space to breathe. But all I felt was the ache of their silence. Of their absence. Of withdrawal. And that terrified me more than they did. Every time I heard footsteps that didn’t stop at my door, I felt abandoned. I hated that I missed them. That my body missed them. I wore the shirt Lucian had given me on my first night, holding onto it like it meant something.Then he finally showed up. I was curled on the bed, my knees drawn to my chest.“You’ve been good,” he said, stepping inside.I didn’t answer. I just looked up at him.He smirked, walking toward me slowly. “And good girls get rewards.”I sat up a little. “W-what kind of reward?” My voice was coarse, the effect of not speaking in days.“The kind you’ll beg for next time.”“You’re going to—”“I’m going to give you what you want.” He extended his hand. “Come with me.”I took it without hesitation. They

lena"What are you doing here?" Rafe asked, his voice steady and low.I'd tried falling sleep but his words had been floating in my head all night— “I’ll make sure you survive them." I kept seeing his eyes, the way he touched me like I mattered. Like I wasn’t just something to own.So I slipped out of bed. The house was dark and quiet, too quiet. I padded to the kitchen without thinking. Rafe was there.He stood at the sink, rinsing a glass, slow and quiet. His shoulders stiffened when he saw me, but his face didn’t harden. Not like the others."I couldn't sleep," I answered, my eyes locked on his."You shouldn't be here."I stepped closer, watching him. Ignoring his words, I continued. “You meant it, didn’t you?”His brows pulled together. “Meant what?”“That you’d protect me. From them.”He set the glass down. “Yeah. I meant it.”“Why?”He stepped closer, eyes on mine. “Because I care.”I blinked. “You’re not supposed to.”“It’s already too late.” His hand brushed my cheek, thumb gr

LenaI stayed wrapped in that blanket long after Rafe left the room, my mind replaying the events of the night. I drifted in and out of sleep, until morning came and I couldn't take it anymore.Until I heard Matteo’s voice echo in my head.“He’s fucked, Lucian. He fell for her.”He was wrong for that.I stood, yanked a hoodie over my half-naked body, and stormed down the hall until I found him— leaning against the kitchen counter, casually eating an apple like he hadn’t just tried to tear my world apart.“Nice of you to knock,” Matteo muttered, barely looking up.“You think this is funny?” I retorted, stepping closer.He smirked, chewing slowly. “A little.”I slapped the apple from his hand. It hit the floor with a loud thud.He raised an eyebrow. “Fierce.”“You told Lucian Rafe’s in love with me.”“I didn’t tell him anything,” Matteo said, pushing off the counter. “I implied. Big difference.”“You knew what you were doing,” I hissed. “You wanted him to punish Rafe and myself."Matteo

“You know you deserve this, right?” Jas shouted over the noise. “Top firm in the city. Full-time. Salary. Benefits.”The music played too loudly, the drinks were too strong, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since my second shot of tequila.“I know,” I laughed. “I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me.”“You’re officially a corporate girlie now,” Zoe said, handing me another drink. “No more broke girl dinners.”They dragged me back to the dance floor, and I let them. I had spent the past six months in a constant state of burnout. Now, I had the job. And for one night, I wanted to forget about what came next.That’s when I saw him.He was standing at the bar, tall, broad shoulders under a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, sipping from a glass like he owned the whole damn place. His eyes met mine— direct and intense, like he already knew what I tasted like.“God, he’s hot,” Jas whispered. “A night with him is enough reward for surviving your twenties.”“I’m not—” I started, but she gave m

The ElevatorThe next morning, I marched into the office with one goal: avoid Cole Maddox like my life depended on it. I’d be professional, focus on work, and steer clear of him.I glued myself to my desk, drowning in emails and spreadsheets.“You okay, Sierra?” my coworker Lexi asked, popping by.“Fine,” I said, not looking up. “Just busy.”I took the long route to the break room, avoiding Cole’s office. I had no texts from him. Good. Maybe he knew I meant it when I said we were done. But my nerves were alert. Every footstep made me jump, expecting his voice, but he stayed away. I should’ve been relieved, but weirdly, I wasn't.By 5:30, I was done. I bolted for the elevator, the office half-empty. I hit the button, glancing back. No Cole. The doors opened, and I stepped in, exhaling.Then, a hand stopped the doors. Cole.He stepped inside, eyes on me. The elevator doors shut, trapping us. My stomach flipped.“Going somewhere?” he asked, leaning against the wall.“Home,” I said, stari