Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel 소설 & 이야기

I didn’t trust him. But right now, I didn’t have anyone else. A Shift in the Game Silence stretched between us. The weight of what he had just told me settled in my bones, making my skin itch. For years, I had lived in ignorance. Chosen to look the other way. And now, I was paying the price. I looked down at the folder again, at the name that had haunted me my entire life. My stepfather. I had spent years convincing myself that he didn’t care about me. And maybe that was still true. But whoever had come after me thought otherwise.

In his eyes, I was still the same foolish, naive mate I had always been—always doing silly, harmless things. He smiled as he signed it. The moment his name appeared on the page, I let out a silent breath of relief. Luke once held my heart. Now, I was finally giving him what he always wanted—freedom. We had once been childhood neighbors. I used to have a happy family. But when my mother died and my father marked another woman, everything changed. My stepmother schemed, and soon after, my father drove me out of our den. Homeless, scorned by the entire pack, I had nowhere to go.

he muttered, eyes closed. My cheeks flushed red even though he couldn't see it cause his eyes were closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fuck you, I’m a mess right now,” his eyes opened. “It’s okay, I’m glad you're okay now.” I had just let my stepson finger me. On the night of his father’s birthday. I sat there quietly, staring at the floor, heart still racing. Because the truth was— I wanted him. I wanted his body over mine, skin to skin.

Was he hard? Fuck, Fuck, fuck! "Jenna get a hold of yourself!" I instantly withdrew my gaze. "I'd be right back." I muttered hurriedly, unable to meet his gaze—not after the sinful, raw and erotic scenes that I'd just imagined in my head. I should be ashamed. He’s not just a hot, sexy man. He’s the stepfather of the one I’m supposed to love. And yet, my body didn’t give a fuck. "It's not like they're blood—related." I countered, heading upstairs like I was being chased.

He didn’t bother with foreplay — he slammed into my pussy hard, gripping my collar like a leash. “You’re mine,” he growled, fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. “Not your aunt’s. Not your mother’s memory. Mine.” I moaned, tears falling onto the wooden desk as pleasure and guilt crashed together. “But they’re right,” I gasped between thrusts. “This is wrong. I’m your stepdaughter. People will find out eventually. What happens when they do?” Daddy pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and thrust back inside me, eyes blazing.

Sharp suit, polished shoes, that "I am better than everyone here posture. Usually, when he walked in, my heart would do this pathetic little skip a mix of fear and that old, gross infatuation. But today? Nothing. I looked at him and all I saw was the man who had told me I was useless. I saw the man who had gotten my mum pregnant and then looked at me like I was an inconvenience. My brain finally registered it, loud and clear: He is just my stepfather. He is just a man. The spell was broken, and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my chest, even if the hole it left behind was still stinging. Chadwick started setting up his laptop, his eyes scanning the room. He usually ignored eve

~ NATALIA ~ Vega Pack, My Pack. Once a safe, decent, innocent place, had become something I could never imagine I could see. Caspian took me out of that packhouse where I had to force myself to walk in front of the monster who killed my father, without throwing a knife at his heart, and it was quite unsettling, now that I had to call him my stepfather and had to witness his and my mother’s closeness. The closeness was literally tearing me apart.

At the time, I couldn’t wait to tell my classmates what I had discovered. If only I had had the chance to discuss it with my mother before a drunk driver killed her. For most of the next twelve months, I lost all interest in my own pussy and thoughts of pleasure, but as time healed the sadness of losing her, I began to feel stronger affection for my stepfather. He had married my mother five years after I was born. Now, with the ultra-sexy micro bikini in hand that I intended to parade for him, I wanted him to see me as I was today, not the flaunting kid I used to be. In my eyes, my stepfather was my hero. He has never remarried and raised me on his own since I was almost nine. Nor did he eve

Then she bring the glass from the table in front of me,indicating to have it. 'Didn't she have voice to speak...?? What the hell she think of herself.' I took the glass as I intently glared at her without removing my gaze. I don't know suddenly what happened to me but whenever I saw her only her mind gaze were spinning in front of me ,how cleverly she married me, always faking her innocence and lastly her Step-fathers demand of money from my Grandpa like giving his daughter was something he sold to my Grandpa.

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.