Taken by my stepfathers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Eden's POVI stormed out of Daniel's office, my feet against the floor; disappointment burned in my chest like cheap whiskey. A girl could dream, right? I'd thrown myself at my mother's fake husband, or pretense husband, or whatever the fuck you may call it—subtle hints, lingering touches during that damn convention, but he shut me down cold, telling me he's like a fucking father figure to me, his voice all paternal bullshit. Father figure? The fuck? We'd fucked raw and reckless before I even knew he was my Lilian's husband. Sneaky bar romps, his cock buried deep while Lilian was clueless. And at the convention? He'd been rock-hard in those tight slacks, tenting right in front of me, not even trying to hide it. But no, he plays the family man now.I slammed my bedroom door, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like mocking stars. My fucking bathrobe slipped off one shoulder as I sighed, annoyed about him trying to play father figure even though he had fucked

Eden's POVDaniel hauled me up like a sack of potatoes, slinging me over his broad shoulder. My heavy tits slapped against his cheek with every step, nipples scraping his stubbled jaw. Blood rushed to my head, face dangling down his back, perfect view of his ass flexing in those wet trunks. But lower, his cock swung heavy and thick, barely contained, veins pulsing as it hardened from the friction of carrying me."I knew you two were fucking," Luca called from the poolside. Neither of us acknowledged him. Daniel's hand clamped my thigh, fingers digging into the soft meat, possessive as hell.He marched straight to the blacked-out SUV parked in the garage, yanked open the door, and dumped me onto the leather seat. "Cover up," he growled, tossing a towel and a slinky black dress my way. The engine roared to life before I even sat up straight. I scrambled, towel first, over my dripping tits and pussy, then wrestled the dress over my head while the car peeled out. Fabric clung to my wet sk

Eden’s POVThe door to Daniel’s study closed behind me with a soft click, but the weight of that sound followed me down the hallway like something much louder had just been sealed shut, like a decision had been placed on the table and left there waiting for me to either claim it or run from it.I didn’t go back to my room immediately because I knew if I did, the silence would swallow me whole, so instead I walked, slowly and without direction, past the tall windows that framed the estate like a painting, past the portraits on the walls that made this place feel less like a home and more like a legacy, a structure built on power and precision and control. My footsteps were quiet against the polished floors, but my mind was anything but quiet, replaying his voice in maddening clarity.I am a sadist.He hadn’t whispered it like a secret. He hadn’t softened it with an apology. He hadn’t framed it as something shameful or misunderstood. He had stated it like a fact about himself, like the

Eden’s POVThe morning light was a betrayal. It felt too bright, too ordinary for a world that had shifted so violently on its axis the night before. I had spent the hours between midnight and dawn staring at the dark, my skin feeling too tight for my bones, replaying his voice—beast, not as a man. I thought I knew Daniel, but it turns out I knew nothing about the man who fucked me senselessly in the parking lot. I thought I would be able to hold that thick, monstrous cock, but it seems like I will have to earn touching that dick. It's sad, but I will do anything to prove Lilian wrong. I don't know if she knew the man that was fucking her is now going to be mine. I will make sure Daniel Schmidt puts a ring on it.When the knock finally came, I didn't jump. I had been waiting for it like a prisoner waits for a sentence."Come in," I said, sitting up and pulling the duvet to my chest.Victoria entered. She looked exactly as she had yesterday, immaculate and silent, her face a fortress

Daniel’s POVEden sat across from me, a vision in plum silk and black leather. To any casual observer, she was a beautiful guest enjoying the hospitality of a wealthy benefactor. But I didn't do "casual." I saw the way she held her shoulders—rigid, as if she were bracing for a blow that hadn't come yet. I saw the way her hands, resting in her lap, were gripped so tightly her knuckles were the color of bleached bone.She was playing a part. I knew that. But I didn't yet realize how much of her was a construction."Eat," I commanded softly.On the table between us was a spread that would have sated a king: smoked salmon, poached eggs topped with hollandaise that looked like liquid gold, fresh berries, and bread still warm from the oven.Eden didn't move. She kept her eyes fixed on the edge of the tablecloth, adhering to the Rule of the Gaze with a fervor that bordered on desperate."Rule One, Eden," I reminded her, my voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that usually made me