Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes Carla: no you don't know her, it's not her behavior Me: I understand Carla: it hurts me, we are no longer accomplices Me: will it pass, are your late husband's paintings expensive? Carla: yes, dear. This allowed me to go at least 2 years without working Me: well sell them Carla: Ashley is going to kill me, she's going to kill you actually Me: the money you keep it on my app and after her master's degree, if she wants to buy a house, we give her the money

My cunt was fluttering around his fingers, getting tighter and wetter with every pump. He was finger fucking me hard now, the water splashing over the edges of the tub as my hips bucked and my tits bounced in his other hand. I could feel myself getting close already, the pressure building low in my belly while my mind screamed how fucked up this was. This is my stepdad fingering my pussy in the bathtub after my boyfriend dumped me and I’m about to cum on his hand. I’m such a dirty slut for this. It feels too good to stop.

I assumed it was Alex, coming back for something he’d forgotten, maybe to rub salt in the wound. “Forget something?” I mumbled, my voice thick with unshed tears. “No. I just got home.” My head snapped up. It wasn’t Alex. It was his dad. My stepdad. Richard. He was a man who commanded any room he walked into, even when he was just standing there in a suit and tie. He was older than my dad, probably in his late forties, with dark hair shot through with silver at the temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was built like a retired athlete, all broad shoulders and a powerful chest that strained against the fabric of his dress shirt. He was intimidating, imposing, and I’d had a secret, sha

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

"He was all I ever wanted. I rejected more noble men because I loved him! Yet, what did he do in the end? He sought after some rich lady and requested a divorce without batting a lid! He didn't even think about our son! I can't believe he's actually out there, being a father to another woman's child! God help me, they'll both suffer!" Mrs Rose watched as she spoke with so much pain. She felt bad for her, but there was no way she could tell her how difficult it would be, getting revenge on someone like Benedetta Houston. Benedetta was a daughter of a very wealthy family - the third richest in the city. Surely, it'd be impossible for someone like Stephanie to just get revenge on them. She reac

Jon slaps me in the face, and I see David and Dad grapple with their restrictions as my cheek goes forcefully to the side. "Jonathan, calm down!" Uncle Fern yells at him. "Go stay in the corner and cool your head." Jon follows Uncle Ferns orders, his forever lapdog, but he does not stop glaring at me. "Don't worry, dear. I won't kill your right away. As you might know already, the gang's having some...financial and manpower issues right now, thanks to you and your Dad. But between the three of you is a lot of money. Your billionaire stepdad would give anything for you, and your boyfriend's grandparents will do the same for him. And it turns out that your Dad here had hidden some of mine befo

To the right was a fat not-so-tall man with a cold gaze that pierced into mine like he was trying to stare me into compliance. Immediately he started descending the stairs, and it dawned on me that he was Alpha Hades, the man my Dad had pushed me off to as my future mate. I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach, it's one thing to be known for evil and then it's another thing to be facially unattractive. I sighed inaudibly and gazed back at him. His eyes scrutinized over my body like I was some sort of parcel waiting to be delivered. “Not so bad, but I expected more from the daughter of Alpha Edward Jones. I guess the pretty face will make up for other lacking places.” He said, with a devili

“A very desirable woman.” Blood pounded in my ears. “She’s your fucking stepdaughter.” Ethan exhaled, as if bored by my outburst. “Relax. It’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what the fuck it is. Ethan turned to the minibar, pouring himself a drink. “I never asked to be her father.” I clenched my fists. “That’s your excuse?” He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You’re acting like I stole something from you.”

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.