All Chapters of Breeding His Stepdaughter : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien’s phone kept ringing insistently on the nightstand. Monalisa lay beneath him, still trembling from her orgasm, her body slick with sweat and his cum. She watched as he reached over and answered the call without pulling out of her.“Marcus,” Damien said, his voice low and rough. “Make it quick.”Monalisa bit her lip as he slowly rolled his hips, still buried deep inside her. She tried to stay quiet, but a soft whimper escaped when he hit a sensitive spot.Damien’s golden eyes locked onto hers in warning as he listened to his Beta. “Viktor is testing the borders again? Handle it. I don’t want to hear excuses.”He thrust slowly into her while speaking, as if proving a point. Monalisa gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The forbidden thrill of him being inside her while talking business made her even wetter.“Yes… I’m aware of the rumors,” Damien continued, his voice growing darker. “But my personal life is none of their concern. Keep the pack in line. I’ll deal

Monalisa stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection as if she were looking at a stranger. The girl in the mirror had flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dark love bites scattered across her neck and collarbone like forbidden signatures. She slowly pulled down the collar of Damien’s oversized black shirt, revealing more marks on her breasts. Her thighs still ached, and between her legs she felt tender and sensitive.She should have felt disgusted with herself.Instead, a confusing warmth spread through her body at the memory of Damien’s hands, his mouth, his deep voice calling her “princess” while he claimed every inch of her.“What am I doing?” she whispered to her reflection.Last night had been intense, passionate, wrong. But the way Damien had held her afterward, gentle, almost reverent had cracked something inside her. For a few hours, she hadn’t felt broken or alone, she had felt wanted, craved.The sound of footsteps approaching made her heart skip. She

Monalisa’s heart hammered wildly against her ribs as Natalia’s voice echoed through the quiet mansion.“Damien? Darling, are you home? I brought those documents you asked for.”A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.Damien’s hand flew to Monalisa’s mouth, silencing her before she could make a sound. His golden eyes were wide with warning as he stared down at her. They were still tangled together, naked, his cock still half-hard and buried inside her, his cum slowly leaking from her pussy down her thighs.“Hide,” he whispered urgently against her ear. “Bathroom, now. Don’t make a sound.”Monalisa nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm they had just shared. Damien pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her cheeks burn with shame and lingering arousal. She scrambled off the bed on shaky legs, grabbing Damien’s black shirt from the floor and rushing into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.She pressed her back

The tension in the mansion had thickened since Lucian’s arrival. Monalisa spent the morning in the library, trying to focus on her online assignments, but her mind kept drifting back to the night before. Damien’s touch, his possessiveness. The way he had claimed her while trying to stay quiet because his son was just down the hall.She was halfway through a reading when Lucian walked in, carrying two cups of coffee.“Thought you might need this,” he said with a warm smile, placing one cup in front of her. “You looked like you were deep in thought.”Monalisa accepted the coffee with a polite smile. “Thank you, that’s kind of you.”They ended up talking for nearly an hour. Lucian was charming and easy to converse with. He asked about her classes, her favorite subjects, and shared stories about his time abroad. At one point, he lightly touched her arm while laughing at something she said.“You have a beautiful laugh,” he said softly. “The house feels brighter when you’re around.”Monalis

Monalisa sat on the stone bench in the mansion’s private garden, the late afternoon sun warming her skin. She had come here to escape the heavy atmosphere inside, the constant awareness of Lucian’s presence, the weight of her secrets, and the way Damien’s eyes followed her everywhere. A book lay open in her lap, but she hadn’t read a single page.Footsteps on the gravel path made her look up. Lucian approached with that easy, charming smile, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed in a simple black shirt and jeans.“Mind if I join you?” he asked, nodding toward the bench.Monalisa hesitated for a second, then smiled politely. “Of course not.”He sat down, leaving a respectful distance between them. “You looked like you needed some fresh air. The house can feel a bit oppressive sometimes.”She laughed softly. “You noticed that too?”Lucian grinned. “I grew up here. I know all the hiding spots when things get too intense.” He glanced at her book. “What are you reading?”They talked for ne