All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

My mother was already asleep when I gave up trying.I lay there listening to her breathe and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow was Willa’s birthday and the reading of the will. Staff had been moving through the house all day. Important people would fill every room. The thought sat heavy. So did the ache Julian had left between my legs in the car. I couldn’t shut either of them off.I slipped out of bed, pulled on the thin tank top and sleep shorts, and left the room. The kitchen was down the hall from the one my father used to stay in. Julian and Kai were in there now. I kept the lights off and used my phone while the coffee brewed.Voices came through the wall. Low, then sharper.“You don’t get to decide that for her,” Kai said.Something hit wood. Footsteps moved fast. A door opened and closed. A moment later the front door shut hard enough that I heard it from the kitchen. I checked the time. Almost nine. The hour he usually started tutoring me at home. I stood there with the mug in

Kai’s question hung between us.I kept my eyes on the crowd and forced my voice steady. “I’m just looking for my mom.”He studied me for a second, then gave a short nod. “Alright. Cake’s starting. Come on.”He guided me toward the front with a light hand on my back. I let him. The room was still full, but people had started shifting closer to the table where the cake sat. I stayed beside him and kept my gaze moving, careful not to turn my head too obviously. Julian still wasn’t anywhere I could see.The cake was cut. Gifts were handed over. Willa smiled and thanked people. I clapped when everyone else did and felt the weight of the vibrator the entire time. Kai stayed close. Every few minutes I caught him glancing at me like he was checking where my attention had gone. I made myself look at the cake, at Willa, at the floor. Anywhere but the empty space where Julian had been sitting earlier.When the last of the outside guests began to leave, the family moved into the smaller room off

I woke up earlier than I needed to.The alarm hadn’t gone off yet. For the first time in days my body felt loose instead of wound tight. The memory of the rooftop sat clear in my head—Julian on his knees, his mouth, the way I’d come harder than I ever had on my own. I’d slept through the night because of it. When I got back to the room I shared with my mother, the bags were already packed. We left an hour later. Julian was already gone. He’d left right after. My face warmed at the thought.I hadn’t studied the night before. I’d been too tired. This morning I set the alarm early on purpose. Not to copy formulas onto a scrap of paper. To actually work through them. I still hated him. I still had the photo in my bag. But I wanted to pass. I wanted what he’d promised after the test. Part of me hoped that once he fucked me the constant pull would fade. A quieter part already knew it wouldn’t.I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs. My mother had already left for work. Kai’s doo

Marcus kissed my forehead at the door and told Adrian to “take care of her.”Those were his exact words. He had his suitcase in one hand and his phone already in the other, thumb moving over some work thread he swore couldn’t wait until Monday. The weekend trip had been his idea—three days at the lake house so I could “relax” while he handled the merger in the city. He’d mentioned Adrian almost as an afterthought two nights ago, voice casual while he packed. He’s got the spare key. Figured you’d rather not be out there alone. You two get along. I had nodded because arguing about being left again felt pointless. Now Adrian stood on the porch in a faded black T-shirt and jeans, duffel bag at his feet, watching my husband kiss me like I was a task he’d just checked off.“Don’t let her get bored,” Marcus said, clapping Adrian on the shoulder. He didn’t look at me when he added, “She’s been… restless lately.”Then he was gone. The car disappeared down the gravel drive. The lake house went

I was still on my knees when Marcus called.Adrian had one hand in my hair and his cock buried in my throat, fucking my mouth in slow, deep strokes that made spit run down my chin and onto my chest. The kitchen floor was cold under my knees. Coffee sat untouched on the counter above us. My phone buzzed against the tile—Marcus, video call. Adrian saw the screen light up and smiled. He didn’t pull out. He reached down, swiped to answer, and angled the phone so only my eyes and forehead would show if I lifted my head.“Talk,” he said quietly, hips still moving. “Sound normal.”I tried to pull back. His hand tightened, holding me there, the thick head of his cock resting on my tongue. A wet sound slipped out around him when he thrust. Marcus’s face filled the small screen—hotel room, tie loose, distracted.“Hey,” he said. “You disappeared. Everything okay out there?”Adrian rocked deeper. My eyes watered. I managed a muffled sound that could have been agreement. Adrian eased out just far