All Chapters of Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The weekend arrived like a storm cloud on the horizon — heavy, inevitable, and full of dangerous promise. Victor had decided to host a small, intimate gathering at the estate: just a few close business associates, their wives, and of course, Draven and Lila. Freya knew it was going to be hell. Watching Draven play the devoted husband while she carried the memory of his cum inside her from the night before was going to test every ounce of her control.She spent the afternoon in her room, trying on dresses and hating all of them. Nothing felt right. Nothing could hide the marks Draven had left on her body — the faint bite on her inner thigh, the fingerprint bruises on her hips. She finally settled on a deep emerald green cocktail dress that hugged her curves and made her full breasts look incredible. It was risky. It was perfect.When she descended the grand staircase that evening, the low hum of conversation from the main salon faltered for a moment. Heads turned. But the only gaze tha

The near-miss in the pool house lingered like smoke in the air for days afterward. Every shared glance with Draven carried an extra layer of electricity now — the knowledge that they had almost been caught only made the pull between them stronger, more addictive. Freya moved through the mansion like a woman living two lives: the dutiful daughter who laughed with her father over dinner, and the secret lover who snuck into shadowed corners to be fucked senseless by the one man she could never have.Draven was losing his careful control too. His texts became bolder, more frequent. *I can still taste you on my tongue. Need to be inside you again.* *Tonight. Your room. Leave the door unlocked.* He watched her during family meals with dark, heated eyes that made her thighs clench under the table. The guilt was there, always, but it was getting quieter, drowned out by the roar of need.One Thursday afternoon, Victor left for a three-day business trip to Chicago. The house felt bigger, the ai

The confrontation with Lila lingered like poison in Freya’s veins. Every smile the woman gave her at dinner felt like a blade pressed against her throat. Victor remained blissfully unaware, laughing with Draven over old stories while Freya sat across the table, thighs still sticky from the quick, desperate fuck Draven had given her in the guest bathroom an hour earlier. The contrast was maddening — polite conversation on the surface, raw sin underneath.She couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Draven had bent her over the sink, hand clamped over her mouth as he pounded into her from behind, whispering, “One day I’m going to fuck you in front of the whole world so they know who you belong to.” The danger made her come harder than ever.But Lila’s warning echoed in her head: *I will destroy you both.*After dinner, Freya escaped to the garden to clear her mind. The night air was warm, heavy with the scent of jasmine. She sat on the stone bench where Draven had first kissed her weeks

The penthouse felt like a luxurious prison. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a glittering view of the city skyline, but Freya saw none of it. She sat curled on the massive leather sofa, wrapped in one of Draven’s soft black shirts that smelled like him — cologne, musk, and the faint trace of their shared sin. Her phone lay dark on the coffee table. Victor’s last words still echoed: If you choose him, you’re no longer my daughter.Draven emerged from the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the hard lines of his chest and abs. Even in the middle of this nightmare, the sight of him made her body respond instantly. He crossed the room and pulled her into his lap without a word, burying his face in her neck.“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her skin. “I knew the cost. I just didn’t think it would hurt you this much.”Freya threaded her fingers through his damp hair. “I chose this. I chose you. But God, Draven… he’s my father. The only parent who ever really stayed.

The proposal hung in the air like a match held over dry tinder. Freya and Draven spent the following week wrapped in a cocoon of desperate intimacy and tentative planning. The penthouse became their sanctuary and their prison. They barely left. Days melted into nights filled with long conversations, heated arguments about the future, and sex that ranged from tender and healing to raw and punishing.Draven would wake her in the middle of the night with his mouth between her thighs, licking her slowly until she came awake moaning his name. He’d fuck her lazily from behind while they watched the sunrise over the city, his hand rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm with his deep thrusts. In the afternoons, Freya would drop to her knees while he was on conference calls, sucking him off under the desk just to feel powerful in the chaos. The sex was their escape, their language, their proof that what they had was worth the world burning around them.One particularly intense evening, after a bru