All Chapters of CAN I RIDE YOU, DADDY? SEDUCING MY EX'S STEP DADDY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

77 Chapters

001: Double Betrayal

Liliana Miller:I stared at the doctor like he had just spoken a language I couldn’t understand.The office suddenly felt too cold, too white, too quiet. Even the ticking clock on the wall sounded distant, muffled beneath the violent pounding in my chest.“I’m sorry, Miss Liliana,” the doctor repeated gently, his voice careful, almost pitying. “But you are not infertile.”I blinked.Once.Twice.Then I laughed — a broken, hollow sound that didn’t even sound like me. It echoed off the sterile walls and died just as quickly.Not infertile?For three years my entire world had revolved around needles piercing my skin, hormones flooding my system, sudden weight gain that made me hate my own reflection, brutal mood swings that left me crying in the shower, and a crushing guilt that swallowed me whole every single night. Three years of believing I was broken. That I was the reason we couldn’t have a family. That I was failing the man I loved.The doctor kept talking, but his words blurred to

Chapter 2: Fragments in the Night

Liliana Miller The night air in coastal Italy was merciless. It sliced through my thin blouse like icy knives, but I barely felt it. My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me away from the luxury villa, away from the moans still echoing in my skull, away from the two people who had just carved out my heart and stomped on it.I didn’t know how long I had been walking. Hours, maybe. The winding roads outside the city blurred into shadows and distant lights. The Mediterranean breeze carried the faint scent of salt and pine, but it did nothing to wash away the taste of vomit and betrayal still clinging to my tongue. Every step sent fresh shards of pain through my chest. My eyes burned from crying, my throat raw from screaming.*Stupid. So fucking stupid.*Liliana Miller. That was me. The girl who thought love could fix everything. The girl who believed that if she just tried hard enough, sacrificed enough, she could build the family she never had.To be honest with myself — and with the un

Chapter 3: Daddy's Revenge

Liliana Miller “Would you fuck me, Daddy?”The words left my lips like a reckless prayer. I stayed pressed against his chest, swaying, waiting for him to push me away or pull me closer.He stiffened. His large hands gently but firmly held my shoulders, creating just enough space between us. His voice was low, steady, laced with a roughness that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine despite everything.“I’m not having sex with a drunk person, princess. Now come on, let me put you in a cab…”“No… no…” I pulled back from his embrace, nearly stumbling. The room tilted again, but the fire in my chest burned hotter than the alcohol. “I’m not *that* ugly, am I? I just… I want to get back at my ex. He’s an asshole. Our wedding is in two weeks and he fucked my best friend. And he’s infertile — the whole time he let me think it was *me*. Please… come on…”He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his white beard. “No. And that’s final on that point.”His refusal only twisted the knife deeper. E

Chapter 4: The Morning After

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing.It pierced through the thick fog of sleep like a distant alarm, pulling me reluctantly from the deepest, most dreamless rest I’d had in years. My body felt heavy, boneless, wrapped in warm sheets that smelled faintly of cedar, smoke, and something unmistakably masculine. I groaned softly, eyes still closed, and fumbled blindly for the source of the noise. My fingers closed around the familiar shape of my phone on the nightstand. Without thinking, without checking the screen, I answered. Part of me still believed it was all a nightmare — the doctor, the villa, the moans, the stranger.“…Baby? Baby, please pick up. I need you to come over to the house. It’s an emergency.”Alex’s voice. Real. Panicked. Familiar in a way that made my stomach twist violently.“What?” My voice came out hoarse, cracked from screaming and moaning the night before.“Liliana, thank God. My stepdad is back from Spain earlier than expected. He’s here at the Airbnb right now, askin

Chapter 5 : Oh my God

Liliana Miller: The hotel lobby was quiet when I stepped out of the elevator. The woman at the front desk smiled politely as I crossed the marble floor, and I found myself smiling back automatically, the way people do when they're running on habit instead of thought. The expression felt wrong on my face. Everything felt wrong. Outside, the morning sunlight greeted me with far more enthusiasm than I appreciated, immediately worsening the headache pounding behind my eyes. Between the alcohol, the lack of sleep, the emotional breakdown, and the fact that my entire life had imploded in less than twenty-four hours, I was honestly surprised I was still standing. I paused on the sidewalk and closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling the salty Mediterranean air. Yesterday morning I had been a woman planning a wedding. I had been someone's fiancée. Someone's best friend. Someone desperately trying to build a family. Today, I wasn't entirely sure who I was anymore, and somehow that realization hu

Chapter 6 : Moan for Daddy

Frederico Grey Volkov There are very few things left in this world capable of surprising me. At fifty-three, I had long since grown tired of human predictability. Yet the moment I stepped into the sitting room of the suite and saw *her*, genuine surprise hit me like a blade between the ribs. The woman from last night. The broken, tear-streaked beauty who had begged me to fuck the pain out of her. The one who had ridden my cock like she was trying to forget the entire world, moaning “harder, Daddy” while her nails carved marks into my shoulders. And now she was standing in my suite, pale as death, staring at me like I was the devil himself. Because I was. Or at least… I was about to become something far worse to her. “Liliana, baby,” Alex said nervously, his hand hovering near her lower back like he still had the right to touch her. “This is my father, Frederico. Dad, this is Liliana Miller — my fiancée.” *Fiancée.* The word tasted like ash and sin at the same time.

Chapter 7 : Mine to Ruin

Frederico Grey Volkov The knock came at the worst — or perhaps best — possible moment.“Liliana…? Are you in there?”Alex’s voice echoed down the hallway, laced with concern that sounded almost genuine.Liliana froze against me, her eyes wide with panic, her soaked pussy still clenching rhythmically around my three thick fingers. I didn’t stop. If anything, I curled them deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with slow, deliberate precision while my thumb continued its lazy, torturous circles over her swollen clit.“Shhh,” I whispered darkly against her ear, lips brushing the shell as I pumped my fingers in and out of her with long, filthy strokes. “Don’t make a sound, Princess. Let him worry.”She whimpered, burying her face into my shoulder to muffle the noise. Her teeth sank into the fabric of my shirt as I kept fingering her — slow, deep, relentless. I scissored my fingers, stretching her open, then added a slight twist on every thrust that made her thighs tremble violen

Chapter 8 : I will behave, Velvet

Frederico Grey VolkovThe penthouse was silent when I returned — exactly how I preferred it. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city below, cold and distant, much like the man who owned it. I poured myself a glass of aged whiskey, lit a cigarette, and stood by the glass wall, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips.Order. Control. Distance.These were the only things that had kept me sane for fifty-three years.My condition was rare. Cruel. A neurological anomaly that made most human touch feel like acid on my skin. Burning. Suffocating. Unbearable. Over the years I had learned to endure brief, necessary contact — handshakes in boardrooms, the occasional calculated embrace — but intimacy? Real touch? That had been impossible.Until her.Liliana Miller.The one woman in millions whose skin against mine brought nothing but pleasure.I had known it the second she touched my arm at the bar last night — drunk, heartbroken, and desperate. No burning. No revulsion. Just h

Chapter 9: The Job Offer

Liliana MillerI breathed out heavily as I unlocked the door to Jessica’s apartment, the sound of the key turning almost too loud in the quiet hallway. My legs felt like lead. After everything that had exploded with Alex, I had nowhere else to turn. I was now squatting with a friend who wasn’t really that close. Her name was Jessica. We went to the same university, but we were never best friends — just distant acquaintances who occasionally nodded at each other on campus or shared notes during finals week. Still, when I showed up at her door two days ago with swollen eyes, a suitcase, and a broken voice, she let me in without hesitation.The apartment smelled faintly of vanilla candles and instant noodles. It was small, a little cluttered, but safe. For now.Jessica was in the living room, legs tucked under her on the worn couch, eating cereal straight from the box like it was a perfectly normal dinner. She glanced up when I walked in, her expression shifting from relaxed to concerned

Chapter 10: Look at me when you speak to me, Velvet.

Liliana MillerMy alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. and I jolted awake like someone had dumped ice water on me. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, heart already racing.What the hell did I do?I grabbed my phone and opened the email again. The offer letter was still there. Bold. Real. Accepted. I had actually done it. I had sold myself to the devil for a paycheck.I dragged myself out of bed and stood in front of the small mirror in the guest room. My reflection looked tired, eyes slightly puffy from last night’s breakdown. I whispered to myself, voice barely audible.“What the hell are you doing, Lila? This is crazy. You’re walking straight into his world. Voluntarily.”I shook my head and started getting ready. I chose a fitted navy pencil skirt that hugged my hips, a crisp white blouse tucked in neatly, and black heels that made my legs look longer. I wanted to look professional. Capable. Like I belonged there. But when I turned sideways in the mirror, I felt expo

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