All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~AvaI stepped out of Lang’s office still tasting his surrender on my tongue, the hidden camera already uploading every second of his ruin.The hallway was quiet, just the low hum of fluorescent lights and distant voices echoing from the stairwell.I made a detour to the lecture hall where the substitute had cancelled class. The door was cracked open. Inside, one person sat in the back row, shoulders shaking.Martha.Curled into herself, hoodie pulled up, face buried in her arms on the desk. Sobbing like the world had ended. It hadn’t. It was just getting started.I walked in slow, heels clicking sharp against the tile. She didn’t hear me until I was two rows away.She looked up, eyes swollen, mascara streaked down her cheeks like war paint she’d lost the war in.When she saw me, her face twisted, fear, hate, shame, all at once.I stopped right in front of her desk, leaned down until we were eye level.“You fucked my stepdad,” I said, voice soft, almost kind. “Then you took Jason t

~AvaI waited until her moans matched the ones on screen, until her hips were grinding helplessly against her own fingers, until her eyes were glassy and her face was flushed with shame and need.Then I opened the door.She startled, yanked her hand free like she’d been burned, legs snapping shut. But the drug was riding her hard, she was trembling, lips parted, pupils blown.I shut the door behind me, soft click, and leaned back against it.“Don’t stop on my account,” I said, voice velvet and venom. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”She tried to speak, something angry, something pleading, but all that came out was a broken whimper.I walked forward slowly, let the robe fall open with every step until it slid off my shoulders completely and pooled on the floor. Naked. Calm. In control.I stopped in front of her, reached down, and took her wrist still wet from her own arousal and brought her fingers to my lips. I licked them clean while she watched, horrified and starving.

~AvaThe next morning the house smelled like coffee and new beginnings.I woke up wrapped in Adrian’s arms, his chest warm against my back, palm resting protectively over my stomach. For once I didn’t feel the urge to run or ruin anything. I just lay there, listening to him breathe, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my hand.He stirred when I moved, pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder.“Morning, wife,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“Not yet,” I laughed softly, rolling over to face him. “We’ve got one more hurdle first.”He smiled slowly, determined and kissed me properly, deep and slow, until my toes curled.“Shower,” he said against my lips. “Then we go get your dad’s blessing.”I showered fast, nerves already sparking under my skin. When I stepped out, towel wrapped around me, he was already dressed, dark jeans, black button down rolled to the elbows, looking unfairly good for a man about to face his ex-wife’s lover.He caught me by the waist as I passed, pulled me

~AvaThe auditorium was still buzzing when I slipped out the side door, the dean's voice echoing behind me like a victory march. I didn't stay for the questions or the chaos, I'd already won. The campus air felt lighter, cleaner, as I walked across the quad, backpack slung over one shoulder, heels clicking on the concrete.Then I heard it.A soft strum of guitar strings drifting from the music building across the lawn. Simple chords, a melody I hadn't heard in years. Everyone was supposed to be in the hall, the whole school crammed in for the spectacle, so the sound pulled at me like a hook in my chest.I stopped, turned back, ears straining.It was the song we used to play when we were ten: me and Martha in her garage, two cheap acoustics her dad found at a yard sale, laughing until our fingers bled from the strings. "Wonderwall," over and over, like we were Oasis reborn.Tears pricked my eyes before I could stop them.Hot, stupid tears.My legs moved on their own, carrying me tow

~Ava Fifth day in PortugalThe clinic was small, whitewashed, perched on a cliff with windows open to the sea. The obstetrician, a calm, silver haired woman with kind eyes and excellent English, finished the ultrasound, smiled at the strong heartbeat fluttering on the screen, and turned to us.“Everything looks perfect,” she said, wiping the gel off my belly. “Baby is measuring right on time, placenta healthy, fluid levels, all excellent. But your blood pressure is a little high, and your pelvic floor is quite tight. Common with first pregnancies, especially when there’s been… significant life stress.”She glanced at the notes, then at Adrian who was holding my hand like he’d never let go, and gave a small, knowing smile.“My recommendation? Relax as much as possible. Long walks on the beach, swimming in the ocean, good food, good sleep…” She paused, eyes twinkling. “And frequent, enjoyable sex. Orgasms are nature’s best muscle relaxant. The more relaxed you are now, the easier labo