All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He tumbled with me onto the cushions, blanketing my body with his own as he ground his hips down against mine."You want me to ruin you for anyone else?" he rasped, one hand coming down to pop the button on my jeans and tug them down my hips impatiently. "Want me to make you mine in every way possible?"I could only nod again, head falling back as he trailed his lips down my jaw and throat."Fuck," he groan'd low in his throat, one hand coming up to yank down the cup of my bra and expose my breast to his greedy mouth. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."I moan't at the feeling of his lips closing around my nipple, arching into his touch wantonly as he began to suck and bite at the sensitive flesh.He took his time lavishing attention on each breast in turn, hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin as he mapped out every curve and hollow."Please," I begged breathlessly, hands fisting in his hair as I rocked my hips up against his straining erection. "Please...I need you inside

I watched Martha slip quietly out of the kitchen, making her way to the front door and disappearing into the night with nary a backwards glance. A pang of sadness hit me at her absence, but I knew we both had to get our heads on straight before facing Ava.Sighing heavily, I made my way back to the living room and plopped down on the couch, trying my best to look like I'd been watching TV this whole time. I flicked on the flat screen and settled in, hoping my flustered appearance could be chalked up to a suspenseful movie scene.Before long, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, followed by the slamming of doors and the click of high heels on the pavement. My heart rate kicked up a notch as I heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of feminine voices drifting down the hall."Hey Dad," Ava called out, her voice taking on a slightly forced cheerfulness that set my nerves on edge. "We're home."The way she called Dad, not even step dad. I'm not a dad to any

~AvaI slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame rattled, my backpack hitting the floor with a thud. Tears burned my eyes, hot and unstoppable, spilling down my cheeks as I sank onto the bed, face buried in my hands. What the fuck. I’d heard them downstairs, Mom’s voice sharp, cutting into Adrian like a knife, his low, defensive murmurs trying to smooth it over. I didn’t care what. All I could see was him carrying her up the stairs last night, her laugh, the way he kissed her like she was everything. My mum's pregnant for him, with a baby boy.I didn’t want to see their faces. Not Mom’s. Not Adrian’s, with that smug control he wore like a second skin. I hated how much I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her. Hated how my body still burned for him, even now, with my chest cracked open.I cried until my head throbbed, until the pillow was damp and my breath came in ragged hiccups. Then I wiped my face, grabbed my phone, and blocked both their numbers. Fuck them. Fuck

~AvaAmanda’s lips curled, a slow, knowing smile that made my skin prickle. She stepped inside without waiting for an invite, her heels clicking on the cheap linoleum. The door swung shut behind her, locking us in the dim room, the air still heavy with the scent of Claire’s perfume and my own sweat.“No man,” she said, voice low, smooth, like she was tasting the words. “Just you, sweetheart.”I stood there, naked, hair wet, thighs slick, not bothering to cover up. Her eyes roamed, unhurried, taking in every inch, my flushed cheeks, the bite marks on my collarbone, the way my chest rose fast. She set her purse on the dresser, slow, deliberate, then turned to face me fully.“Rough day?” she asked, leaning a hip against the wall, dress riding up to show a flash of thigh.“Rough life,” I shot back, stepping closer, close enough to smell her, something floral, expensive, nothing like Claire’s dollar store scent. “You gonna make it better?”She laughed, soft, throaty, and closed the gap.

~AvaAdrian’s fist crashed into Jace’s jaw before I could move, the crack of bone on bone sharp in the small room. Jace stumbled back, hitting the dresser, bottles and keys clattering to the floor. Blood trickled from his lip, but Adrian didn’t stop. He grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and drove another punch into his face, this one splitting his cheek, red blood spraying across the carpet.“Adrian, stop!” I screamed, scrambling off the bed, naked, grabbing his arm. My fingers slipped on his skin, slick with sweat and fury. He shook me off like I was nothing, eyes wild, not even seeing me. Jace tried to swing back, a weak jab that grazed Adrian’s shoulder, but it only made it worse. Adrian roared, slamming his fist into Jace’s stomach, doubling him over, then an uppercut that snapped his head back, blood pouring from his nose.I lunged again, wrapping both arms around Adrian’s waist, pulling with everything I had. “Stop it! You’re gonna kill him!” My voice cracked, despe