All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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I moaned out his name

The restaurant was quiet now. I’d just served the last table, a couple who couldn’t stop bickering about the bill. I waited near the back while they took their sweet time. My feet ached from standing all day, and my lower back felt like it had been put through a grinder. I wasn’t in the mood to smile or make conversation anymore. I just wanted to go home, shower, and melt into my couch.They finally left at exactly 8PM. Claire helped me close up shop and flip chairs onto tables, sweeping and locking up the back.“Get home safe, babe,” she said, bumping my shoulder with hers like she always did when the day ended.“Always,” I replied with a half-smile. She didn’t ask why my eyes looked tired or why I’d barely spoken during the dinner rush. Claire was observant like that. She knew when to push and when not to.I caught the 8:15 train back to my apartment, leaning against the cold window as the city slid past in a blur of neon and noise. I should’ve been thinking about food, about restin

I will feed her my cock until she chokes on it

Daniel’s POV.I didn’t want to go home tonight. The thought of that house made my stomach twist. I hated everything about my own house now. Lilian’s perfume lingering like a reminder I didn’t ask for made my skin crawl. I wasn’t ready to deal with her, her stares, or her constant silent pressure. I just wanted food. Something simple. Something mindless. Somewhere I could sit without pretending I was fine.So I drove to one of the restaurants close to the office and ordered something light. Nothing heavy. Nothing that would sit in my stomach like guilt. I ate alone, barely tasting it, my mind drifting in directions I didn’t want to acknowledge. Eden, my wife's daughter. I know we never knew each other when we fucked that night. But Lord, I wanted to fuck her again; it felt right even though it was wrong.I finished my salad and paid, and John drove back toward the house out of habit. But when he pulled into the driveway, I didn’t get out. I sat there.John idled the engine. Streetlight

Is she going to be your second wife?

Daniel's POVI slept like a fucking baby. No nightmares, just black, heavy sleep that knocked me out cold the second my head hit the pillow.Which was ironic, considering the chaos that had detonated in my head the night before. And then I woke up to a hard dick, like I was some sort of teenager. I was so fucking painfully hard, like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that last night was over and done with.“Goddammit,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling.Eden’s face flashed in my mind immediately. Her voice. Her body. The way she’d looked on that screen, unaware, vulnerable, and completely unguarded in a way that punched straight through my discipline.I cursed under my breath and shifted, trying to make it go the hell away. It didn’t. If anything, the memory made it worse.I smacked my dick in frustration, like that was somehow going to reset my hormones.“Get it together,” I growled at myself.Cold shower. That was the only answer.I swung my legs over the bed and stalked into the bath

Shithole

Eden’s POVI knocked off work early. Claire noticed I was dragging more than usual, and before I could even make up an excuse, she waved me off. “Go home, Eden. Get some rest. You look like you’ve been holding up the whole damn sky on your shoulders.”I smiled softly and didn’t argue. For once, I didn’t want to pretend I had the energy to smile through the shift.The train ride home was quiet. People were on their phones or tucked into their corners, headphones in, eyes glazed. No one spoke. I liked that. It gave me space to breathe.When I got to my apartment, I dropped my bag near the couch and peeled off my jacket. I could still feel the tension clinging to my skin, so I walked toward the bathroom, pulling off my t-shirt, planning to hop into the shower and let the water wash the day off me.And then, I heard someone banging on the door.Knock, knock, knock.I froze, towel in hand.A sharp knock followed by two taps.For a second, my heart skipped.Daniel?I didn’t say it out loud,

What do you see in her?

Daniel’s POVI came home and didn’t go straight inside. I sat in the car, engine off, just watching the front of the house. I wasn’t avoiding anything; I was delaying the inevitable. There’s a difference.I finally got out, handed the keys to my driver, and told him not to wait up. I wasn’t going anywhere else tonight.The house was quiet when I went in, and I headed upstairs, peeled off my clothes, and walked straight into the shower. The water hit hot and sharp. I closed my eyes and leaned against the tile, letting it run over me. I wasn’t tired, but I was done. Done with the pretending. The show. The woman downstairs, or wherever the fuck she was.After the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to my study, the only room in this house that still felt like mine. I shrugged on a shirt, unbuttoned, didn’t bother with pants yet. I needed to sit and think.“Victoria,” I called. “Bring me some coffee.”Minutes later, she came in with a tray in hand, footsteps light.But she didn

No one touches what's Mine

Daniel's POVI didn’t sleep; I couldn't. After watching Lilian storm into Eden’s apartment uninvited, watching her slap my girl across the face, and hearing the filth she spat out of her mouth like venom, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to close my eyes.I stared at the footage for hours. Watched the moment Eden broke down, tears staining her cheeks as she collapsed onto the floor. That image of her, crying alone in the apartment I’d tried to make comfortable for her, branded itself into the deepest part of my mind.And the fact that one of my own men escorted Lilian there?Fucking unforgivable; by dawn, I was pacing.By 6 a.m., I was already dressed. Black suit. No tie. Rolled sleeves and rage in my bones.The guard, Marcus, was waiting in the side room where I told Victoria to send him. He looked nervous. Fucking great.I stepped in, closed the door, and stared him down."Marcus," I said, voice low and sharp. "You want to tell me what the fuck you were thinking?"He straig

Back to Him

Eden’s POVI stepped off the train a little after 8 PM. The city lights blurred past me as I walked; my body was tired, and my mind was on autopilot. My shift had been long and draining, but I was looking forward to one thing: home.My apartment. My small, imperfect, peaceful little space.I reached the building, climbed the stairs, and dug into my bag for my key. I slipped it into the lock, but… it didn’t turn.I frowned, and I tried again. I twisted again, but harder this time.Still stuck.What the hell?This was my key. My apartment. I lived here. Why wasn’t it working?My heart thudded a little faster in my chest. I looked at the number on the door. Same as always. Apartment 3B.I knocked.A few seconds passed, and then the door opened and I froze.A woman stood there. Probably in her early thirties, casually dressed, her eyes warm but confused. Behind her, a man stepped into view, holding a takeout bag.“Sorry,” I said, already feeling my stomach churn. “Who are you, and what ar

This is my son

Eden’s POVBy the time I stepped out of the bath, the house felt different. Not quiet in the way it used to feel when Lilian lived here, where silence had weight and teeth and always felt like it was waiting for someone to make a mistake, but quiet in a softer way, like the house itself had finally exhaled after holding its breath for far too long.The steam clung to my skin as I dried off slowly, my muscles loose and warm, my thoughts anything but settled. The hot water had eased the ache in my shoulders, but it had done absolutely nothing to calm the tension curled deep in my chest. If anything, it had made me more aware of it and made the silence louder.I slipped into the robe Victoria had left on the bed for me. It was soft, too soft, like it belonged to someone who had never had to choose between comfort and survival. The fabric brushed against my skin as I tied it loosely, my fingers lingering at the knot for a moment longer than necessary.I stood there for a second, staring a

How would it feel to be taken by both of them?

Eden’s POVHe didn’t leave. That was the first thing my body registered before my mind could catch up with it.Most people, when they walk into a room and realize they’ve interrupted something intimate, something private, do the polite thing. They hesitate. They glance away. They offer an apology or at least the courtesy of pretending they aren’t cataloguing every detail.Daniel’s son did none of that.He stood there just inside the dining room, unmoving, his presence pressing into the space like gravity, and the longer he stayed without speaking, the more aware I became of myself in a way that made my skin prickle. My wet hair clung to my neck, damp and darkened at the ends, the bathrobe loosely tied, the fabric soft and thin and completely inappropriate for the kind of attention now aimed at me.His gaze was not rushed. It slid over me in a way that was neither crude nor shy, pausing where it wanted, lingering without apology, and what unsettled me the most was not the attention its

Off-limits

Daniel's POV"Welcome home, son," I say, and Luca stood by the entrance of my study. He had a cigar in his mouth. He's a predator just like me. He stared at me."Are you going to tell me about the girl?" He asked, and then I noticed he was so fucking serious.I stared at him. "She is not to be touched. Do not stick your dick where it doesn't belong, or I'll cut it for you, got it?" He smiled."Well, you haven't told me anything except she is not to be touched. I love things that can't be touched. I need a reason why you do not want me to touch her." He says, and all I could do was just give him a warning glare, because I can't tell him she was mine for the taking and that she is Lilian's biological daughter. How can I tell my son I am going to fuck my wife's daughter? Correcting: she was never my wife, but the public knew her as my wife even though we were never actually married. But Eden, Eden makes me want to settle. She will make a good sub."Do. Not. Touch. Her. " I warned him, an

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