All Chapters of Craving My Stepdaddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bronte’s POVI barely slept after slipping back into my room.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rufus powerful body slamming into my mother.My fingers were between my legs three more times that night, but it wasn’t enough.I was soaked, in pains, and too obsessed.The next morning, I woke up with my heart already racing. I could hear movement downstairs.Mom had an early meeting, so she was probably already gone. That meant Rufus was still here.I chose my outfit carefully, it was a thin white tank top with no bra and tiny pinkshorts that went up my ass when I walked.I told myself it was just because it was hot in the house. But it was all lies, I wanted him to look at me the way he had looked at her.I took a deep breath and went downstairs.Rufus was in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black tshirt. The same body I had watched fuck my mother senseless just hours ago.He turned when he heard me, his eyes moved slowly down

Bronte’s POVThe shadow behind the curtain made my blood become cold.As I stepped out of Rufus car, cum still leaking down my thighs.The front door was a bit open, and I could have sworn I saw the living room curtain move.My heart was racing in my chest. Had Mom seen us?Had she noticed how rough we both looked, with my dress wrinkled, my hair messy, Rufus shirt half unbuttoned?Rufus noticed my tension. He placed a steadying hand on my lower back as we walked inside, his touch was comforting.“Relax, she’s probably asleep” he whispered close to my ear.I wasn’t so sure, the house was quiet. We crept upstairs. Mom’s bedroom door was closed.I slipped into my room, heart still racing, and collapsed on my bed. Sleep didn’t come easy.All I could think about was the risk and how much I loved it.The next few weeks passed in growing obsession. Rufus and I barely had time alone but when we did, we devoured each other.Quick kisses in the hallway, his hand slipping under my skirt while M

Bronte’s POV The days after the wedding blurred into a dangerous new normal. Rufus was officially my stepdaddy now, and the title only made everything hotter. Every time Mom called him “honey” or kissed him in the kitchen, a dark, possessive jealousy twisted in my stomach. He was hers on paper. But in the shadows, in the stolen moments, he was mine. We had to be careful. Mom was home more than usual that week, excited about their new life together. She kept planning little family dinners and talking about how happy she was. Every time she said it, I felt a pang of guilt mixed with the thrill of knowing I was fucking her husband behind her back. Rufus and I barely had time alone, but we made the most of every second. One afternoon, Mom was in the garden tending to her flowers. Rufus found me in the laundry room. He didn’t say a word. He just closed the door, locked it, and pushed me against the washing machine. “Been thinking about this all day,” he growled, his hands sliding und

Bronte’s I don’t think Jake would take his company girls to his house or am I mistaken? My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t want to end my ex career due to my selfish reasons. Rufus stood over me like a shadow, the thick leather belt folded between his hands. The way he looked at me, controlled, and terrified me more than shouting ever could. “You thought you could go to him?” he said softly, stepping closer until the toes of his shoes touched my bare knees. “You let him drive you around. Let him pour you drinks. Sat on his couch like you still belong to that boy.” “I didn’t sleep with him,” I whispered, staring at the floor. Rufus let out a low, dangerous laugh. “I know. I watched every second. You were a good girl… until you weren’t. Until you started thinking about running back to safe, boring dick.” He crouched down in front of me and grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with something between rage

Bronte’s POVThe drive back from meeting Jake left me shaken.He had begged me to tell him what was going on. He said I looked scared. He said he still loved me, for a moment, sitting on that park bench, I almost broke. I almost told him everything, that I was fucking my stepfather, that I couldn’t stop, that the danger turned me on more than anything ever had.But I didn’t.I lied. I told him I was just stressed about school and the new marriage. He didn’t believe me, but he let me go.Now, as I stepped back into the house, the weight of my double life pressed down on me harder than ever.Rufus was waiting, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, legs spread, looking every inch the man who owned me. The second I closed the door, his eyes locked onto mine.“Come here,” he said.I walked over slowly. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. His hands immediately slid under my sundress, gripping my bare ass.“Did you shut him down?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.“I trie