Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Sophia’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she adjusted the silverware for the third time. The main dining room glowed under soft chandelier light, the long mahogany table set for four. Victor had chosen her outfit himself: a fitted black maid dress that hugged her curves a little too well, the hem shorter than regulation, and nothing underneath. Every movement reminded her of her own nakedness beneath the fabric.Marcus Reed was due any minute. A sharp, influential business associate of Victor’s — the kind of man who moved in the same ruthless circles and expected perfection.Victor appeared behind her, his large hand settling on her lower back. “You look nervous.”“I am,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “What if he sees… what if he knows?”“Then he’ll know you belong to this house.” Victor’s fingers traced lightly down her spine. “And he’ll be jealous.”Damien strolled in wearing a black button-down, sleeves rolled up to show his tattoos. He gave her a slow once-over and sm

Sophia woke up alone the next morning, the sheets tangled around her legs and the faint scent of both men still clinging to her skin. She touched the fresh bite mark on her shoulder and felt a strange mix of warmth and unease settle in her chest. Last night hadn’t felt like just another session. It had felt like something cracking open — confessions whispered between thrusts, hands that lingered too long afterward, eyes that held hers a little too steadily.She spent the day jumpy, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When evening finally came and the house emptied out, she found another note under her door. This time the handwriting was Damien’s: *Playroom. Bring nothing but yourself.*The basement lights were already dimmed when she arrived. Victor and Damien were waiting, but the energy in the room felt different tonight — charged, almost restless.Victor held up a sleek black box. “New additions,” he said simply, opening it to reveal toys she hadn’t seen before. A thick glass dildo

The days after that dinner with Marcus felt like walking through fog. Sophia went through the motions — polishing silver until it gleamed, folding linens that still carried the faint scent of detergent, answering Elena’s questions with careful smiles — but her mind was elsewhere. Every hallway reminded her of stolen touches. Every quiet moment made her wonder how much longer they could keep this hidden before something broke.Victor had grown quieter, more watchful. He’d pull her into his office during the day under the pretense of work, only to sit her on his lap and talk. Real talk. About her life before Blackthorn, about the mother she rarely saw, about the fear that still lived in her chest that one wrong move would send everything crashing down. His hand would rest on her thigh the whole time, heavy and warm, but he wouldn’t push for more. Not then.Damien was the opposite. He hunted for moments. A quick kiss in the pantry while she restocked shelves. Fingers slipping under her u

The humid summer night wrapped itself around the Voss estate like a secret that refused to stay hidden. Lanterns glowed along the long driveway and across the sprawling marble terraces, casting golden light over guests dressed in designer gowns and tailored suits. Laughter and clinking glasses floated on the thick air, but Freya Voss felt none of it. Her pulse was already racing for an entirely different reason.She stepped out of the black town car, the thin white sundress clinging to her body from the moment the warm breeze touched her skin. At twenty-two, Freya had grown into a woman who turned heads without trying. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the delicate fabric, nipples already tightening from the humid night and the knowledge of who waited inside. The dress hugged her narrow waist before flaring over wide hips and thick, smooth thighs. Her dark wavy hair tumbled loosely down her back, a few strands sticking to the nape of her neck. She looked innocent. She was anyth

Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Voss dining room the next morning, too bright, too normal for the sin that had taken place just floors above it hours earlier. Freya sat across from her father, pushing eggs around her plate while trying to ignore the delicious ache between her legs. Every shift in her chair reminded her of Draven — how deep he’d gone, how hard he’d fucked her, how he’d filled her until his cum had leaked down her thighs on the way back to her bed.Victor Voss looked every bit the successful businessman in his crisp shirt, reading the financial papers while sipping coffee. “Glad you’re home, sweetheart. The house has been too quiet without you.”Freya forced a smile. “Missed you too, Dad.”The words tasted like ash. Guilt twisted in her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to drown the thrill still humming under her skin.The French doors opened. Draven walked in like he belonged there — because he did. Freshly showered, wearing a charcoal suit that hugged his