All Chapters of Cravings, and Lustful Confessions.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I walked into the dining room the next morning with a made-up mind. It was time to start challenging my step-family's bullshit.Everyone was already seated around the table, having breakfast and sharing gossip as usual.“Kitchen,” Gianna mumbled, without looking up.I smirked and, without anyone's permission, pulled out the empty chair at the end of the table, the one opposite Gianna, and sat down.The clinking of forks stopped. Four pairs of eyes locked onto me. But one gaze in particular was stronger, my stepmom's.And there was also one person who did not stare. It was Avery. She was sitting directly to my left, with her head low, her gaze on her plate.“What do you think you’re doing, sitting at the dinner table with us?” Gianna recovered from the shock first, her eyes glaring at me.I leaned back in the chair, arms resting easy on the sides. “Having breakfast,” I chuckled lightly. “Why else would I be here?”Gianna set down her mug slowly, her intense gaze turning amused. “Have y

Sarah's POV;"Now that's better," he groaned. "Full side view. You're going to see it all, watch my cock take her virginity, stretch her open."And I did. I watched.My lungs tightened, my body sitting like a freaking statue. He grabbed her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her soft skin like someone possessed. He pulled her toward him, lining her up perfectly. His thick cock nudged against her entrance, pushing against her wet folds.Avery’s lips parted, a low, wanting moan spilling from her lips. She was staring up at him, her eyes glassy with a fear that mixed into pure, desperate need.“Tell me what you want, pet,” Leo commanded, pressing forward slow. The head pushed against her entrance. "Let her hear you."“I want, I want your cock, sir. Please. Fuck me,” she breathed out, moaning in soft anticipation, eyes locked on Leo like he was everything.Tears blurred my vision, but I could not blink, could not look away. I hated the feeling of being so helpless, of being unabl

Leo's POV;I walked into the house through the living room door. After my little session with Sarah and Avery, I left the house through the back gate and hung around until night-time.I felt it would be suspicious if Avery and I walked in at the same time.Gianna, Beatrice and Avery were seated in the living room, watching TV.The moment Gianna noticed me, her head snapped in my direction. “Decided to grace us with your presence?” she asked, draped over the armchair, a glass of wine in her hand. Beatrice was curled on the sofa, Avery tucked into the far corner, a blanket pulled to her chin. All three sets of eyes were on me. “Is staying out until all hours part of your little rebellion now?”I did not look at her, neither did I respond. I walked straight through the living room, heading for my bedroom. I was just not in the mood to trade words with her.“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” she screeched, rising up from the armchair.I still did not stop.I heard her heavy breathing,

Avery's POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was his warmth. The firm pressure of his chest pressed against my naked body.I lay there at first, breathing in the scent of him, sweat, sēx, and something uniquely male that made my püssy flutter. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and my gaze rested on his face.His hair was messy, lips parted a little. I stared at him for a long time, my heart beating soft and fast.Growing up, turning into a young woman, I'd always found something weird about me.I got wet when boys, men talked to me like I was some sort of trash, and I craved.... I craved having someone, anyone take me without asking. Just have me, take control, dominate me completely, and until that day in the backyard, I kept my filthy desire buried. Kept it buried under petty insults and a bratty attitude. Tried to be more like my mum and my sisters. I did'nt want to be different.But that day in the backyard, when he grabbed me, shoved my own panties in my mouth, and his rough fingers

Beatrice's POVI stumbled through the front door with a dull rhythmic throb behind my eyes, my head pounding loud.Shit. I should not have gone to that party. Not only was every part of my body aching, I was returning home in the afternoon.My head was still buzzing faintly from the music at the party, body heavy with exhaustion but wired from too many drinks and too little sleep. I smelled like smoke and perfume, hair messy from dancing.I did not regret my decision to party though. Why? Because that party was sick. If I had missed it, I would have definitely regretted it.I might be in my late twenties, but this was the time to fucking live, most especially when I did not have to worry about money for the rest of my life.Yeah, my mom got married to some dumb man. He died a year after, and now all his wealth was for us to do with as we pleased. All we had to do was keep his dumb son in check.But that had become almost impossible. The idiot had been acting out. I have to bring him d