All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Ava I ground my hips harder, feeling the thick ridge of him through his jeans, hot and straining against my leggings. He hissed, hands tightening on my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my hips, but he didn’t push me off. He pulled me closer, like he wanted to fuse us together, his groan vibrating against my mouth. I kissed him deeper, messier, tongue plunging, claiming every inch of him I could. My nails raked down his jaw, scratching red lines, and I felt him shudder under me, hips bucking up, chasing the pressure. I was in control, straddling him, pinning him to my bed, and I loved it, the power, the heat, the way his eyes burned when I pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was flushed, lips swollen, that scar above his eyebrow stark against his skin. He looked wrecked, and I’d barely started. “You don’t get to talk,” I growled, voice low, raw from screaming and kissing. “You don’t get to say you love me.” I rocked my hips again, slow, de

~AvaThe shower scalded my skin, steam fogging the bathroom mirror.I stayed under the spray longer than I needed, letting the water burn until my fingers pruned and my head felt clearer. I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and swiped a hand across the mirror, my reflection sharp, eyes bright with something reckless. My hair dripped down my back as I slipped into the black lace panties, tight tank top, and short skirt I’d picked out, the outfit screaming trouble. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel dangerous.Downstairs, the house was still quiet, the kitchen clock ticking too loud. I’d just grabbed water from the fridge, the cold bottle sweating in my hand, when the doorbell rang, sharp and quick. My pulse jumped, a grin tugging at my lips. Amanda.I crossed the living room, opened the door, and there she was, blonde hair loose, catching the morning light, green eyes sharp and knowing, a black dress hugging her curves like it was painted on.She leaned against the doorframe,

~AvaI was still catching my breath, sprawled on the couch, skin flushed and tingling from the orgasm Amanda’s tongue and Jason’s fingers had ripped out of me. Amanda sat beside me, her dress half off, one breast still exposed, her green eyes glinting with that wicked spark that made my pulse race. Jason was on my other side, shirtless, jeans low, his hand resting on my thigh, thumb brushing lazy circles that kept the heat simmering.I wasn’t done. Not even close. I wanted more, more of them, more of this chaos that drowned out Adrian’s voice, Mom’s absence, the whole fucking mess. I turned to Amanda, grabbed her chin, and kissed her, hard, tasting myself on her lips, my tongue sweeping in, claiming her. She moaned, soft, her hand sliding to my neck, pulling me closer. I broke the kiss, smirking, and pushed her back until she was lying flat on the couch, her head near the armrest.“Get that dress off,” I said, voice low, commanding. She obeyed, peeling it down her hips, kicking

~AvaEnzo was already halfway up the stairs, boots thudding soft on the carpet, when Amanda’s voice floated down again, lazy and amused.“Who’s the new guest, Ava?”I followed him up, sheet still clutched around me, heart pounding in that reckless way it always did when Enzo was near.At the landing I stopped, leaned against the wall, and looked straight at Amanda. She was sprawled on my bed, completely naked now, one knee bent, blonde hair fanned across my pillow like she belonged there.“It’s just one naughty man I fucked in the past,” I said, loud enough for Enzo to hear every word. “He doesn’t know how to leave my sweet pussy behind.”Enzo paused at the bedroom door, turned, and gave me that slow, filthy grin that always made my knees weak.Amanda laughed, low and husky, propping herself up on her elbows, eyes flicking from me to Enzo and back. “I can relate,” she said, voice dripping honey. “I can’t leave yours behind either.”Heat rushed to my cheeks, an actual blush, stupid an

~AvaI woke up to an empty house and a sky the color of wet concrete.No Enzo, no Amanda, no Jason, no ghosts in the hallway. Just me, the low hum of the fridge, and the faint smell of yesterday’s coffee still clinging to the air.For the first time in weeks I didn’t reach for my phone to text someone, didn’t open the escort booklet, didn’t even think about getting off. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the bruise inside my chest throb in a quieter way.I got up, showered slowly, let the water run cold at the end until my teeth chattered. When I stepped out, I caught my reflection and didn’t look away. Eyes red rimmed but clear. Mouth set. Hair dripping. I looked like someone who’d been through a war and was still standing.I put on the softest thing I own, an oversized black hoodie that used to be Adrian’s and nothing else. Bare legs, bare feet, sleeves pulled over my hands.I padded downstairs, made tea instead of coffee, and opened every single window on the groun