Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel Novels & Stories

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

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.

The irony wasn’t lost on me, my dad asking me to do something so small, so innocent, when just hours ago I’d been balls deep in the kind of sin that would ruin everything if he ever knew. When I went out to set off on my journey, my step mum jingled the car keys in front of me and said, “I’ll drive you,” I almost laughed. That was new. We weren’t supposed to be… this. Not a mother and her stepson, not a woman and a boy caught with her daughter. Hell, we weren’t even on talking terms anymore. Just fucking terms. That was the deal, her body for my silence, her curves for her daughter’s so called protection.

Every time that I see his face whenever and whenever he eulogizes me, the only thing I wanted to do was to look right at his face because it felt weird seeing the same person that delivered me to the hands of death praising me all the whole time. I was tired of the whole show of shame and it was now time to get dirty with him! My mom clasped her hands over her chest while my stepfather held her before she could fall to the ground. "I can't believe that you got married to someone that you didn't know and to worsen it all, she is this murderer's daughter," My stepfather said to her. "This isn't the time to say all of this and you don't need to reminisce! Not at this moment, this isn't the time

I smile happily, I was listening to it over again and didn’t know Irene was already behind me, it was her sob that awoke me. I turn back and quickly go to her. I embrace her and she cried out. “ Hey, it will soon be over” I said. “ I can’t believe my stepmom and stepsister did all of this to me, she even kill my dad” I said weeping. “ Don’t worry, with all of this we will prove your innocence” I said. I embrace her and tears dripped down her face. “ Hey my little cat, you will be fine” I said.

I was chasing something I didn't understand, a release that felt like a betrayal of everything I was supposed to be. “Oh Julian,” I whispered into the dark room as I continued to fuck myself with my own finger, with the name a sin on my tongue. As the first wave of pleasure finally broke over me, sharply and overwhelmingly, I gripped the edge of my dresser, holding it tight so I could arrange myself carefully on the floor without falling. Oh my God! I just came up with the thought of my stepfather in my head! I stayed there on the floor for a long time, my heart slowing, listening to the silence of the mansion.

I had ridden his thick length like a woman who was starving to death. And the worst, most shameful part of all was that I had absolutely loved every single second of it. A massive wave of pure, crushing guilt suddenly crashed down over my head so hard that my stomach twisted into tight, painful knots. This man was my mother’s husband. He was the man who had stood at the altar and married her six months ago. Even though she was gone now, the hard, unchangeable facts of life remained exactly the same—he was still technically my stepfather. He was the older man who was now legally responsible for my well-being. He was the person who was supposed to protect my innocence from the dangers of the w

As I was going downstairs, each step felt like hell because I was getting closer to being sold off by my own father. When he got to the living room, he saw his father, his step mother and his step sister, then he saw two other men sitting on the couch. "Here he is, as Mr Damian Moretti requested" my father shoved me in front of the men. They just looked at me and nodded to each other. Then they brought out a brief case filled with money and handed it to my father. My stepmother jumbed with joy. "Go and pack, you are leaving today" my father told me

I have not got someone out there, not even a person, who cares about whatever happens to me, so there is indeed no reason why I should even reply to him. Perhaps when I have annoyed him enough, he will kill me off. I've been punished so far in my life by Chris, my stepfather, that I reject continuing to be abused by another man. A realization dawned on me suddenly, causing my eyes to widen. "Are you sent by my stepfather, Chris? Is he here? Have I been sold to you?" My eyes are piercing as I stare at him. "Hm. I see we have started off in a bad spot. I shall like to change that." His hand spread out towards the door, and instantly, the door opened, but this time sensibly. A lady walks in, lo