Todos los capítulos de Stepfamily Stories: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

He didn't take her to a clean sheet. He bent her over the end of the bed the hired girl had just left, dress rucked, and pushed in before she finished the ask.Full. One stroke. The stretch burned and then didn't, because she was soaked and open and done pretending. Willa grabbed the mattress. Elias held her hips and stayed buried, throbbing, the wet sound of the hour still in the room."Still a choice," he said. "Stop, and you shower, and we meet her like a house. Don't, and I fuck you until the gate camera pings. You don't get to wash. You smile when she kisses you.""Don't stop."He pulled back and drove in. Deep. Meaner than the fingers, meaner than the denial. Every stroke shoved a filthy sound into the quiet studio, her cunt clutching, the dress flapping at her waist, last night's cum on her stomach smearing the sheet as he fucked her forward. She came fast. She hated that she came fast. It hit on the third stroke, a clench that dragged a cry out of her, and he didn't slow. He f

The dress was a problem before I left the apartment.Black. High neck. Slit to the thigh, because the gala was his money and my scholarship and I still had to look like a girl who belonged in the room. Under it, nothing. I had stood in the bathroom with a thong in my hand and his text in my head. If you need to come again before Friday, you ask me first. I had not asked. I had also not come. Two days of the ache, meaner for the denial, and the thong felt like a lie I would sweat through. I left it on the sink.Reece texted once. Save me a seat if you still sit. I did not answer. Graham did not text at all. That was worse. Silence from the man who had called my cunt pretty and then set a fee on it.The ballroom was gold and too loud. Donors. A string quartet. My name on a card at a table I had not paid for. I felt him before I saw him. Back of the room, tux, a glass he was not drinking, eyes on the slit when I walked. My skin went hot. Between my legs the ache answered like it had been

Dinner did not save me.I sat through the speeches with Reece's knee against mine and his father's cum nowhere in me, only the taste, only the ache. Every shift soaked the chair. I smiled when the wing was named. I clapped. Under the cloth my cunt throbbed, empty, and I did not put a hand near it. Graham had told me not to finish in the stall. He had not told me the rest of the night would be a stall I could not leave.The dorm text came at eleven. Gate closed. No late list. Reece read it over my shoulder and did the decent thing, which was the indecent one."Stay at the house. Guest room. My father won't care." He looked across the emptying ballroom. "Dad. Lita's locked out. All right if she takes the blue room?"Graham shrugged. One shoulder. The man who had held my hair in a bathroom and sent me back to the salad. "Driver's out front. She can have the room. Don't be loud."The car was a wide seat and a glass between us and a man who did not turn around. I ended up in the middle bec

I was supposed to be engaged tonight.The ring was already warm in Callum’s pocket. I had seen the box that morning, black velvet, sitting like a promise on his dresser while he kissed my shoulder and told me to wear the red dress. I wore it. I did my mouth dark. I walked into the Vale ballroom ready to say yes in front of everyone who had ever looked at me like I was temporary.Then he got on the little stage beside the ice sculpture and put his hand on Vivienne Vale’s waist.“We’re getting married,” he said, smiling like he had not spent two years fucking me in his car, his office, my cheap apartment. “Vivienne said yes.”The room clapped. Her father did not. Roman Vale stood at the edge of the light in a black suit, silver at his temples, watching his daughter get claimed by a man who had been inside me at noon. He did not smile. He looked at me once, slow, like he was pricing damage.Callum found me by the service corridor before I could get to the doors.“Don’t make a scene,” he

The key was in my clutch before I made it back to the ballroom.A black card, heavy, no name on it. Someone had slipped it in while I was still in the corridor with my thighs stuck together. I stood at the edge of the room and felt Roman’s cum shift every time I moved. The red dress hid it. Nothing hid the bite on my neck. I had dragged my hair over it and it still showed when I turned my head.Callum saw me. Of course he did. He left Vivienne with a cluster of women cooing over the ring that was supposed to be mine and cut across the floor like he still had a right to my arm.“You look wrecked,” he said, close to my ear. “Go home. Don’t embarrass yourself. And delete whatever pathetic thing you were about to send me.”I smiled with a mouth that still tasted like his future father-in-law.“I’m not texting you.”“Good.” His eyes dropped to my chest, then lower, habit. “Tomorrow. My old place. Eleven. Wear something I can take off fast. Vivienne has a fitting.”I stepped back before he