Lahat ng Kabanata ng STEP-DADDY'S SIN : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Ivy’s POVLater that night, I stand in front of the mirror, heart racing, nerves tangled in my stomach like a coiled spring. The soft fabric of the dress clings to my curves, hugging me in all the right places. It’s not over-the-top. Just simple. Classy. Elegant. But more than anything, it’s me, something that feels like a piece of the old Ivy, the version of me that existed before Alexander turned my world into a beautiful, chaotic storm.I smooth my hands over the dress, eyeing the reflection one last time. There’s a flicker of guilt, but also a flicker of something else. Excitement. Rebellion. A need to breathe. Just for a night.My heels barely click against the marble floor as I sneak down the hallway. The house is too quiet, the shadows long and stretched. Alexander had gone to his office hours ago. Or so I thought. My pulse quickens with every step closer to the door.Please don’t be watching. Please don’t follow me.The guards don’t stop me. Probably because I’ve been sweet-ta

Alexander’s POVShe’s trembling.Not just from the orgasm, I know the way her body moves when I’ve wrecked her. This is different. Her legs are weak, her back’s damp with sweat, and her hands are gripping the counter like she’s afraid she’ll float away if she lets go.I stay inside her for a moment. My cock still twitching. Still buried where it fucking belongs.I hate that she left tonight.I hate that I came home to an empty goddamn bed, heart thumping like a bastard, imagining her walking around with those big eyes and that perfect mouth, dressed like a sin, with nothing under that short fucking dress.But more than anything, I hate how much I panicked.Fuck.I pull out of her slowly, and she gasps like her body doesn’t want to let me go either. I catch her before her knees hit the floor, one arm around her waist, the other cupping her cheek.“You alright?” I murmur, eyes locking with hers in the mirror. “Answer me, baby girl.”She nods, lips parted, chest heaving. “Y-Yeah… just… f

Ivy’s POVHe takes a slow step closer, and I feel it immediately, the shift in the air, the way his presence sucks all the oxygen from the room. My breath catches, but I don’t move. I hold his stare, refusing to back down.“Don’t push me,” he growls, his voice so low it’s practically a vibration against my skin. His eyes are locked on mine, hard, burning, unreadable. Dangerous.He closes the gap between us until I’m caged in, his big hands gripping the back of my chair, his body towering over mine. My legs are pressed together, tight. My heart’s pounding, but it’s not from fear. It’s never fear with him. It’s that insane, maddening thrill.And I can’t lie to myself, I love this part. The part where he gets territorial and starts acting like the possessive bastard I know he is. It gets me wet faster than anything else.“I’m not doing anything wrong,” I murmur, but there’s a spark in my voice I know he catches. A flick of mischief. Defiance.He narrows his eyes. “You think I don’t see w

Ivy’s POVHe shoves my skirt up past my waist, rough fingers yanking my panties aside without a second thought. His touch is ruthless, fingers sliding between my thighs, slick with my need, already dripping for him.“Fuck,” he mutters against my ear, breath hot and ragged. “You fight me like you don’t get off on it.”I swallow hard, trembling as two fingers slide deep inside me, curling and dragging out a shuddered moan.“Maybe I get off,” I whisper, voice shaky and breathless, “on you losing control.”A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Good. Because I’m about to fucking wreck you, baby girl.”His fingers move with brutal precision, fucking me with a relentless rhythm that makes my knees weaken and my nails dig into his shoulders. The heel of his hand presses hard against my clit, grinding in maddening circles as I tremble, my body breaking down under his assault.I’m a moaning, shaking mess—begging and cursing at the same time.Then, just when I think I can’t take any more, he p

Alexander’s POVThe silence in the car is deafening, but inside me? It's a warzone.I grip the steering wheel like it’s the only thing stopping me from ripping the motherfucker’s throat out with my bare hands. My knuckles are white. My jaw’s locked so tight, it’s a miracle my teeth aren’t shattering.I glance at her in the passenger seat. Ivy’s curled into herself, arms wrapped around her body like she’s trying to disappear. Her eyes are red. Hollow. That goddamn fire in her… it’s dimmed.And I see red. I want to kill him. Slowly. Make him feel everything she felt—helpless, terrified, fucking humiliated. I want to hear him scream. Beg. Bleed.“You okay?” I ask, though I already know the answer.She doesn’t speak at first. Just gives a tiny nod that’s more for my benefit than anything real. My little liar. She’s not okay. She’s barely holding it together, and I fucking hate that I let this happen under my watch.I reach over, grab her hand, and squeeze hard enough to remind her I’m her