Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel Novels & Stories

That was the first time I felt so calm and relaxed in two years since my mother died. We fell in love at first sight. I told him about my life and he told me his secret. He offered to run away with me but I denied. I knew that I can't run away from my stepfather. He will do anything to find me. He was also a vampire hunter and so I was more worried about Eric than for myself. I went back home. My stepfather was furious; he punished me for running away from home. Then, I saw Barry. He was the new labor at my farm. He didn't know anything about my stepfather so, I made a plan.

Annalise shouted. “What? Am I lying?” She shouted back at her. I got up from the chair and ran out. I couldn't listen to any more of their bantering. Why did the moon goddess have to treat me like this? What did I ever do to her? Why does she hate me very much? My mate was going to be my stepfather? What do you call the man who marries your stepmom? I didn't even know. Goodness, what sort of twisted life was this? Tears rolled down both sides of my cheeks and I felt Elena come forward.

I want him to use my pussy as his personal fleshlight. I sigh as I slowly open my eyes and I am met with the darkness that envelopes my room, I can barely see anything. Everywhere has gone quiet since we all said goodnight, so silent that I can hear the racing of my heart. I just returned from college today, and again, I’m forced to live with torture under the same roof. My stepfather, Frank, is that torture. He had gotten married to my mom since I was sixteen and right now…. I’m eighteen and still can’t get him out of my fucking mind.

The sneers and slaps I received for simply existing? They never hid their disgust for me. I was the unwanted child of a dead woman. I was an orphan. A servant. A ghost. And now? Now I sit at the Queen’s table. A golden robe wrapped around me. My seat at the head of the table. Everything glimmering like I’m some divine being. But let’s be honest, I’m mated to my stepfather. That alone could drive anyone insane.And his son? I don't even want to remember that I lost my virginity to him and now, he's nowhere to be found.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

“You’re not going back to college. You’re staying here with us. Permanently. Our perfect, shared little toy. We’re going to keep you full and bred and used every single day. And you’re going to love every second of it.” I should be horrified. I should scream. I should fight. Instead, I spread my legs wider, push two fingers into my cum-filled pussy, and look up at my stepdaddy with glassy, desperate eyes. “Yes, Stepdaddy,” I whisper. “I’m yours. All of yours. Forever.” Richard smiles, dark and satisfied. Outside, the storm has finally stopped. Inside the cabin, my old life is over. And my new one — as their permanent, willing, addicted little stepdaughter cum dump — has only just begun.

His cock remained buried deep, his cum already starting to leak out around him. Then reality slowly crept back in and I froze. I had just let my mother’s husband fuck me raw on his exam table. Elias pulled out slowly and carefully, then helped me sit up. He cupped my face gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Hey. Look at me.” His voice softened. “Don’t regret this.” “I just let my stepfather come inside me,” I whispered, still catching my breath. “I know.” He kissed my forehead tenderly. “And I’m not sorry. Are you?”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

“Yeah, sure!.” He replied. “I saw my stepfather today!.” I said with swollen eyes. “Here?!.” Aiden asked. Aiden moved closer to me, he sat quietly waiting for my next word. “I don’t like bringing up this topic but seeing him again brown old memories back, ok’d wounds were reopened. I know I have told you this before !.” I inhaled. “Well my stepfather was my mom's mate at first I loved him he was perfect before it all began, I was abused on different occasions without my mom knowing and then he sold me to a prostitution firm oversees, after staying there for two years I escaped through a guy named Rocco and then I got adopted by a Mafia King but I wanted to go back to my mom but when I return

"You came here because you had nowhere else to go. There's a difference." I step closer to him, angry now. "I came here because I thought your father was an honorable man. I thought he'd want to see justice done." "Justice? You want to talk about justice?" "Yes. My stepmother is murdering my father. She's been poisoning him for months, and she's going to kill him unless someone stops her." "Good. I hope she succeeds." "How can you say that? He's innocent!" "Innocent?" Ryan laughs, but his shoulders sag and his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He’s angry, tired, frustrated. "Your father is a monster. He killed my uncle in cold blood."