All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~AvaThe first cock-crow ripped through the quiet like a knife, sharp, ragged, impossible to ignore. A second one followed, then the low, throaty cluck of hens in the neighbor’s yard. Dawn. Pale gray light leaked through the curtains and painted the hallway in cold, unforgiving stripes.My neck ached. My face was crusty with dried tears. I was still slumped against the door, knees to chest, hoodie bunched up under me like a sad little nest.Then it hit me.Adrian.I scrambled upright so fast my head spun, fingers fumbling with the deadbolt. I yanked the door open, heart already in my throat.He was there.Curled on his side on the concrete porch, a coat pulled over him like a blanket, one arm pillowed under his head. The drizzle had stopped sometime in the night, but everything was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, the shoulders of his coat dark with water, a small puddle under his hip. His breath came out in faint white puffs in the early chill. He looked smaller than I’

~AvaHe shut the door with a soft click, turned the deadbolt, and faced me with that same hard mask he’d worn when he walked out of my house.“Are you fucking insane?” he hissed, voice low, eyes darting toward the hallway like someone might appear any second. “My wife could be home any minute. You think this is a game? You think you can just…”I didn’t let him finish.The second he said wife, something inside me cracked wide open. My acting skills boomerang.The tears came fast and ugly, hot, unstoppable, the kind that burns your throat on the way out. I pressed both hands to my stomach and folded forward like the pain was physical.“I have nowhere else,” I choked out between sobs. “Adrian’s at my house. My mom… my dad… they’re having another kid together. My little brother. I can’t stay there. I can’t breathe there.”I looked up at him, tears streaming, voice shaking.“I would rather be here, in this house, even if your wife walks in and screams, even if she hates me, even if you hat

~AvaThe room was so quiet I could hear her heartbeat, fast and rabbit quick, under the thin cotton of her shirt.She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t say stop.I took that as permission.I shifted closer, slow as breathing, until our knees touched. Then I cupped her face with both hands, gently, reverent, the way no one had ever touched me when I needed it and brushed my lips against hers.Once. Barely there. A question.She shivered, but her lips parted on a tiny exhale.I kissed her again, softer, lingering this time, letting her taste me, letting her decide. When she kissed back, hesitant, curious, I felt it like a victory and a surrender all at once.I kept it tender. I kept my promise.My thumbs stroked her cheeks as I tilted her head, deepening the kiss just enough to make her sigh into my mouth.Her hands finally came up, not pushing, not pulling, just resting lightly on my wrists like she needed to anchor herself.I pulled back an inch, searched her eyes.“Still okay

~AvaHe made sure the door was shut with a soft click and locked it.The second the lock snapped, the air changed. His eyes were dark, hungry, but there was something nervous in them too, nineteen, still soft around the edges, nothing like his father’s brutal confidence.I stepped close, cupped his face, and kissed him slowly. Sweet. A real kiss, open mouthed and gentle, letting him taste me, letting him decide.He melted into it, hands coming up to my waist like he was afraid I’d vanish.I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Let me take care of you.”I sank to my knees right there on the bathroom rug, tugged his sweats down, and took him into my mouth, slow, warm, wet. No teasing. Just soft suction, tongue swirling around the head, then deeper, until he was trembling, fingers threading gently through my hair, hips rocking in tiny, helpless thrusts.His moans were quiet, breathless, and beautiful.When he started shaking too hard, I pulled off with a soft pop, kissed the tip, and s

~Ava9:03 a.m. The videos were already gone, shot off into the void with a single tap.Three file to his wife: forty seven minutes of her husband fucking me raw on their couch while she slept upstairs, and fucking her twin children.Three more to Enzo himself: one of me riding Luca slow and sweet in the bathroom, one of Luna’s face between my thighs while she moaned my name, and the final one of both twins taking turns on me in the guest bed until we all collapsed.No captions. No warnings. Just the truth, delivered in high definition.I powered the phone off, tossed it into my bag, and walked across campus in my oversized hoodie and baggy jeans like any other student.Chaos was already burning behind me. I could almost smell the smoke.First stop, the humanities building.Martha was waiting outside Lang’s office, pale, twitchy, eyes red from crying or lack of sleep. She didn’t speak when she saw me, just held up the tiny wireless camera already mounted on a cheap magnetic clip