All Chapters of DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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A Joke

Danny's POV The silence in the study was so thick it felt like it was pushing against my skin. Chadwick didn’t move. He just sat there behind that massive oak desk, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, staring at me like I was a ghost he had finally cornered.I leaned against the doorframe, my hip cocked, the thin pink silk of the g-string digging into my skin. I could feel the wetness of the lipgloss on my mouth, shimmering under the dim lamp light. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic reminder of the pavement but the adrenaline was louder.Slowly, deliberately, Chadwick reached up and took off his glasses. He set them on a stack of grading papers with a quiet clack."You don't listen, boy," he growled. His voice was a low, vibrational frequency that traveled straight to my crotch. He rolled his chair back, spreading his legs, his hands gripping the armrests until his knuckles turned white. "Come to Papa."I didn't hesitate. I walked toward him, my bare feet silent

I Can Change Him

Danny's POV My legs were still trembling, locked around Chadwick’s waist like they were trying to fuse into his skin. The air in the study was a thick, humid soup of our breathing and the sharp, metallic tang of the sex we had just finished. My head was resting against his shoulder, my pulse hammering against the side of his neck. I pulled back just an inch, my eyes searching his. The predator was gone. The dark, bottomless void I had seen in him for weeks had flickered out, replaced by something terrifyingly soft. He looked… human. He looked like a man who had just handed over his soul and was waiting for me to do something with it. "What did you say?" I muttered. My voice was a wrecked, gravelly mess. "Before. About a divorce." Chadwick let out a low, huffy laugh, the kind that vibrated through my entire chest. He didn't answer. He just gripped my hips one last time and lowered me down until my bare feet hit the rug.

Family Trip

Danny's POV A week. That’s all it took for the beautiful sex I had in the study to feel like a fever dream I had hallucinated while high on hospital morphine."Danny, have you packed?"I looked up from my suitcase, scowling at the door where Chadwick was leaning. He looked effortlessly expensive in a linen shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearms that had been pinned against his desk seven days ago. My heart did a traitorous little backflip, but I forced my face into a mask of pure annoyance."Yes, I have packed," I snapped, shoving a pair of crumpled swim trunks into the bag. "I still don't get why I can't just stay back. I have got friends to see...""You’re done with exams, you don't need them for now, Danny. And the doctor said you need the air. You have been through enough stress." He stepped into the room, his presence instantly making the air feel too thin to breathe. "Besides, a week in Hawaii will do us all some good."Us all. That was the catch.I wanted to sp

Am I a hoe?

Danny's POV Chadwick didn't flinch. He didn’t apologize. He just let out this dry, low vibrational laugh that made my skin crawl and tingle all at the same time. He reached out, his hand moving like a strike, and pulled me back toward him before I could even think about bolting.“Come on, Danny,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine with a dark, amused glint. “Are you really that jealous? Over a cheek kiss? From my wife?”“Why wouldn't I ?” I spat, trying to shove his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. His grip was a vice, his fingers digging into the soft part of my waist. “I think you are actually enjoying her, and you are using me just for fun."“Ouch, that hurt,” his voice dropping an octave.“Let me go. There could be CCTV in here, Chad. Someone’s going to see...y.....you are someone's husband, for god’s sake. We can't get caught here. Don't you have a reputation to protect?”He leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver straight dow

Cheating Wife

Danny's POV The Hawaiian moon was too bright. It felt like a spotlight, shining through the sheer curtains of my room, mocking me for being wide awake and rotting in these expensive silk sheets.I checked my phone for the twentieth time in ten minutes.Me [1:04 AM]: u awake?Me [1:15 AM]: the waves are loud. can’t sleep.Nothing. Not even a read receipt. The silence from Chadwick’s end was a physical weight on my chest. I rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow, my mind spiraling into a dark, toxic gutter. Was he asleep? Or was he currently wrapped around my mother in the master suite? The thought felt like a serrated blade twisting in my gut. I hated the way I was counting the seconds, hated that I was a secret while she was the legal reality."Fuck this," I whispered to the empty room.I couldn't just sit here. I needed to see. I needed to know if I was just a toy he played with in bathroom stalls while he went home to a real life. Not even sure why I was getting jea

We Are Not Exclusive

Gabriel's POV I stood in front of my dorm mirror, clutching a bottle of blonde hair dye like it was a holy relic. The bathroom smelled like a chemical fire, the kind of scent that burns your nostrils and stays in your throat for hours. My scalp was stinging, a sharp, buzzing heat that told me I was probably melting my brain, but I didn't care.I needed the light. I needed the glow..When the timer finally dinged, I rinsed it all out. I didn't even dry it before I looked. My hair was a pale, straw like white. I reached for the pink tank top, the one I had seen Danny wear in that one photo back in October and slid it on. It was a little tight around my ribs, making me look softer, smaller. Then came the blue contacts. They felt like grit in my eyes, making everything a little blurry and watery, but when I blinked, I saw him.Well, I saw a version of him."You look... bright," Erica said, leaning against the doorframe. She was already dressed for Noah’s party, wearing something black a

Threesome

Gabriel's POV "Fine," I whispered, my voice a thin, pathetic thread. Connor didn’t smile. He simply stood and unbuckled his belt. The heavy leather buckle clacked loudly as it hit the floor. "Good. Take off the shirt, Gabe. Don’t get sweat on it....I actually like the color." I pulled the pink tank top over my head. Goosebumps prickled across my bare skin from the cold AC. Bruce was already behind me. He didn’t give me a second to breathe. His thick, calloused hand clamped around my jaw and shoved my face down toward the sofa. "Get on your knees," Bruce growled, his voice thick with ugly hunger. I dropped to the rug. The rough fibers scraped my bare knees. Connor stepped in front of me, his thigh pressing against my chest. He didn’t bother using his hands to guide me gently, he fisted my freshly bleached blonde hair and yanked my head back hard, stretching my neck until it burned. "Suck it," Connor barked. He shoved his cock into my mouth without warning, slamming straight in

The Boy Who Doesn't Matter

Danny's POV The glass door didn’t just slide open, it felt like it ripped the world in half.The moonlight was pale and sickly, spilling over the terrace and hitting them. My mother. And Elena. They weren't just close. They were tangled, skin on skin, a mess of limbs and rhythmic movement against the stone railing. My mother’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her breath hitching in a way I had only ever heard when she was pretending to love the man standing right next to me.I felt Chadwick’s hand tighten on mine. It wasn’t a squeeze. It was a crush."Chad," I wheezed, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic beat against my ribs. "Chad, let’s go. Please. Let’s just leave."He didn’t move. He stood there like a statue carved out of ice, his eyes fixed on the sight of his wife losing herself in another woman’s arms. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a cold, terrifying kind of rage that made the hair on my arms stand up."Ouch... Chad, you are hurting me," I gasped, trying to

Go Back To Your Wife

Chadwicks POV The drive back to the villa was a vacuum of noise. The engine hummed, the tires ate the asphalt, and the boy sitting in my passenger seat was a ghost. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. Every time I glanced at his silhouette, I heard that word echoing in my head. Hypocrites. He was right, of course. That was the problem with Danny. He had this uncanny, bratty way of stripping back the layers of my carefully built life and pointing out the rot underneath. I pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires like breaking bone. Danny didn't wait for me to kill the engine. He was out of the door before the lights dimmed, a streak of messy blonde hair disappearing into the house. I sat there for a minute, my hands still gripped tight on the leather of the steering wheel. My knuckles were white. I was angry. I was humiliated. My wife was out there on the terrace, behaving like a common street walker with her best friend, and I was the one feeling like the crim

Perfect Poison

Danny's POV I stared at him. The man was a literal statue in my bed, his broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight like an eclipse. I just made my final decision in the car, and here he was. In my room. Under my covers."Get off my bed," I said, my voice shaking. I tried to make it sound like a command, but it came out like a plea."No," Chadwick said.He didn't even blink. He just sat there, half naked, looking at me like I was a rebellious student who hadn’t finished his homework. The nonchalance of it made my blood boil. As a guy who actually believes in things like boundaries and consent and not being a total misogynistic prick, I was disgusted with myself for how fast my heart was thumping."I said get out!" I snapped. I lunged forward, putting both hands on his chest and shoving with every bit of strength I had left.It was like trying to move a brick wall. He didn't budge an inch. His skin was hot, searing against my palms and he just watched me struggle, a faint, mocking am

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