Desired By My Stepdad And His Sons Novels & Stories

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

He had held my hand countless times when I was younger, especially whenever I was frightened. But my feelings had changed years ago. His hadn’t. That was the problem. We walked through the mansion while people watched us. I heard whispers behind us. “She is so lucky.” “Imagine having Cassian Vale as your stepbrother.” “I would never complain about anything again.” I pretended not to hear them, or maybe I was used to hearing them. Cassian led me upstairs and opened the door to my bedroom. The moment we stepped inside, he closed the door behind us.

Hehe~ "She will be transferred to our private international school. Is it okay?" Wow. He has already planned to transfer me somewhere. Is it really happening to me? I always wanted to study somewhere great and run away from home. So that I can live an independent life. I think I like my stepfather. Who cares if he is too young to be my father? Long live my stepfather. LOL. We don't share any relationship. Since I am nobody but my Mom's niece here. However, is my mother truly marrying him? Or is it just a show?

“Your mark is nothing to me anymore, we aren’t bonded together, you are not my mate,” “What you think it belonged to you did it survived, so leave me alone!!” “I’m your stepdaughter.” I inhaled sharply, the rejection hitting deeper than I expected. I had spent years building the strongest pack, securing our legacy. I made sacrifices. I endured pain. And yet, my son stood against me. “You can come back to the pack,” I said, attempting to soften my tone. “Both of you. I’ll give you your own quarters, your own command. We can fix this.”

“Of course I do. You know I do. I think about it every damn day. But I’m your stepfather.” “I like both our roles,” I plead. “I love that you’re my stepdad and take care of me, and I also like…ugh.” I duck my head, struggling to say what I want to say, and he leans back and tucks a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to his. “Say it,” he says, his gaze intense. “I like it when…you’re still my dad. When it’s naughty, like you can’t resist me.” “You mean that you like daddy play,” he finishes for me, eyes searching my face.

“ Oh girl , you look so pretty and I would choose you over and over again without any regret . I just can’t deny the fact that you look this good without doing too much . I smiled at my step dad , hearing him praise me in that manner My step dad was now my best friend and my comforter and I found comfort with him and I just wanted to spend as much time as I could spend with him . For the last time , I knew that I was a bitch and I accept that fact with my whole heart , I don’t even care what anyone thinks of me at this moment , I was going to do anything that makes me happy if that means having him all to myself then I didn’t care because I am going to fo that over and over again , till I lo

I asked my son, and he looked at my face. "I just want you and Daddy to be together. I want my Mom and Dad together and I don't want another daddy. Except my real dad. Gloria in my class, she said that her stepfather abused her and she hated him. But her mother had sent him away and arrested him. Even Chike said that his stepmother is evil and she draws his ear whenever his father is not around. I don't want an evil stepfather," Jason said, his face serious and I laughed.

“Uh… do I… give off wife material?” He smiled, sharp and calculating. “You’re tough… but you hide under your mom’s shadow while she makes you feel small… like you don’t have potential.” I exhaled slowly, a mix of relief and frustration. “So… you think I’m better than my mom?” He shrugged, lying down on the bed. “Do you… want me?” I blinked, caught off guard. “I can’t… want my stepdad.” He laughed, dark and mocking. “Then why are you here?”

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

His pants were pulled up, and only some slight wrinkling on his clothing remained. “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I answered, far too eager. Damien raised a brow at me, expectation clouding his gaze. It took me only a few seconds to piece together what he wanted to hear. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s my good girl.” Oh, the praises—they had far too much effect on me. I closed my eyes once more, and when I opened them, Damien was nowhere to be found. I would have laid there, licking every single remnant of my stepfather clean if it hadn’t been for the knocking.