บททั้งหมดของ SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The apartment felt smaller after Jonas closed his laptop. The soft click of the lid sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. Sarah’s arms were already around me before I could even process what we’d just seen, her grip tight and fierce, like she could physically hold all my pieces together if she squeezed hard enough. I couldn’t breathe right. My lungs kept trying to pull in air, but every inhale felt like swallowing broken glass. My whole body was shaking—violent, uncontrollable tremors that started in my chest and radiated out to my fingertips, my knees, my teeth.Jonas stayed on the floor in front of the coffee table, laptop now dark, staring at the space where the screen had been. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping under his skin. He looked sick. Not angry—though there was anger there, simmering low—but sick. Like he’d just witnessed something he could never unsee.Sarah rocked me gently, her chin resting on top of my head.“Breathe, baby,” she whisper

NOAHLeo slid his phone across the bar toward me like it was a live grenade.“Man, you need to see this,” he said, voice low, eyes serious. “But brace yourself.”I didn’t want to look. Something in his tone already told me it was bad. But I picked up the phone anyway.The screen was paused on a video thumbnail.A woman on her knees.Dark hair spilling over bare shoulders.Head tilted back.Mouth open.A man behind her, hand fisted in that hair, hips flush against her ass.The title above it read: “Little Girl Begs Stepdad for More – Full Scene.”My thumb hovered over the play button.I knew.Before I even pressed it, I knew.I hit play anyway.The sound came through the tiny speaker—moans, skin slapping, a low male growl saying “That’s it, baby, take Daddy’s cock.”Her voice.Ivy’s voice.Begging.Moaning his name.Cassian.I jerked my thumb off the screen so fast the phone skidded a few inches.I stared at the frozen image—her face turned away from the camera but still unmistakable t

Sarah and Jonas showed up the next afternoon, arms full of takeout containers and worried faces. I’d barely slept. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw from crying, my skin still prickly from the scalding shower I’d taken after slamming the door on Cassian. The apartment smelled like damp towels and leftover coffee. I hadn’t bothered to open the curtains. The gray light filtering through was enough.Sarah set the food on the counter and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything. Jonas followed, squeezing my shoulder like he was afraid I might break if he pressed too hard.“You look like hell,” Sarah said gently, brushing hair from my face.“I feel like hell,” I answered.We moved to the couch. Jonas sat on my left, Sarah on my right, close enough that our thighs touched. I told them everything—Cassian at the door, eyes desperate. The way he’d begged to explain. The way he’d sworn the videos weren’t his fault. The way I’d screamed at him to leave, told him I was sick of his

Noah’s mouth found mine again, harder this time, like he was trying to swallow the sadness right out of me. His lips were warm, insistent, tasting faintly of salt from my tears. I kissed him back desperately, hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle because if I held on tight enough maybe I could disappear inside him and leave the shame behind.Tears kept slipping down my cheeks even as our tongues met. I hated that I was crying while he kissed me. Hated that I couldn’t just feel good, couldn’t just be here with him. My mind kept flashing—Cassian’s voice calling me little girl, his camera lens staring while I came, the thumbnails I’d glimpsed on Jonas’s laptop. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and kissed Noah deeper, trying to drown it all in the heat of his mouth.He groaned against my lips, low and rough, the sound vibrating through my chest. His hands slid up my sides under the thin tank top, palms hot on bare skin. He broke the kiss just long enough to drag hi

NOAHWarm water poured over us in steady sheets, steam curling thick around our bodies. Ivy’s back was pressed to the cool tile, legs hooked high around my waist, ankles locked at the small of my back. I had one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her ass, holding her up while I thrust into her slow and deep.Every slide felt like coming home.Her pussy gripped me tight—hot, slick, fluttering every time I bottomed out. She moaned low against my mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest. I swallowed it, kissed her harder, tongue stroking hers in the same lazy rhythm my cock was using inside her.“Fuck, baby,” I groaned when I broke the kiss. “You feel so good. Still swollen from last night, aren’t you?”She nodded, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed darker than the heat could explain. “Yeah… still sore… but I want more.”I grinned against her throat, nipped the soft skin there. “Greedy girl.”I shifted my angl