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The man who loved me with his whole heart and who stole mine the moment we met. Our hands clasped each other we gave each other a grin. I had finally found my soulmate and the person I owed it all to was my dad. THE END. How was the story guys, how do you find Knox and Aubrey's love story. Share your views, silent readers please comment. New story for the new year loading.

The dark haired girl crooned as soon they approached the couch,"So glad to have you here!" "Glad to be here as well Dawn," Cameron muttered, dropping onto one of the cushions on the floor across the couch, pulling Shayla with him. Bryan and Camille followed their lead as Dominic accompanied them too, sitting right next to them, now forming a whole circle. "And who is this? Your boyfriend?" Cameron inquired cheekily as Dawn threw her head back and laughed. "Woah, what are the odds of your guess being correct?" She laughed, slipping her arm into the arm of the boy sitting next to her,"But actually yes, this is my boyfriend, Aiden."

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

“Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!” “Daddyyy!” I squealed. I'd thought I'd still had a ways to go... but that was before I felt that huge, hot load bursting into my insides! Daddy was doing it! He was really doing it! I screamed and kicked, reflexively trying to escape the unbelievable intensity of what Daddy was making me feel! I grasped at the sheets, clawed my nails into Daddy's back. He pinned me down, wave after wave of Daddy's hot, incestuous cum filling me up, flooding into my fertile, unprotected womb! I bit his collarbone, much too hard... but it was either that, or scream straight into his ear. It was indescribable... even better than last time! And Daddy just kept thrusting, over and

His face went white. Mine probably matched. "Ava," my mom said, beaming. "This is Marcus. Marcus, my daughter." Marcus. My mother's boyfriend. The man whose cock had been down my throat two weeks ago. The man whose fingers had made me come in a bathroom. The man I'd been fantasizing about every night since. He was going to be my stepfather. We were so fucked.

"Let them hear how I fuck you." "Oh god, Dante—I'm coming!" I cried, walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me. With a groan, he pulled out, stroking himself. Hot ropes of cum painted my ass and lower back in thick pulses. "Mine," he rasped, marking me. We panted in each other's arms when a sudden knock sounded. The door clicked open. "Room service for Mr. Thompson? Complimentary champagne—" I yelped, scrambling to hide my naked, cum-streaked body behind Dante's broad frame, grabbing the discarded slip to cover myself.

Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian

He should never think of that. But he did, and a tiny part of him loved it, but he shut it away, reminding himself that his brother was his greatest enemy. Zavian’s hand sneaked up. “So fucking hard,” he groaned, cupping her boobs in his palm and fondling the nipples. Isadora’s body shuddered, her pussy wetting her thighs more than water ever did. “I am dripping,” she said in a trembling voice, and something within them snapped. “Damn it…” Zavian groaned, but Damian’s hand sneaked from her ass to her waist, moving down.

I snapped my head back and saw a man with a thick gold chain around his neck, a leather briefcase tucked under his arm like it was an accessory. My eyes widened. "Who are you?" Before I could say more, he suddenly straddled me and started slapping me hard across the face, left and right. "You little brat! I didn't painstakingly raise you all these years being a butcher just for you not to recognize your father! "Call me Dad, then apologize to Mabel!"

Zavian brushes his lips against my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper into the small space between us. “We love you,” Caspian answers. Zavian’s voice is soft and certain. “Always.” I close my eyes and let the weight of their bodies and the warmth of their hands ground me completely. The twins shift again beneath my skin. One of the men, I cannot tell which, spreads his fingers more protectively over the place where the movement was strongest. This is our family. Built in love. Kept in safety.