Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn't help wondering what exactly Liam had told him about me. Did he tell him I was a brat? Did he tell him I was disrespectful to my mother? Or did he know? Did Liam secretly know that I spent my nights whispering his name in the dark while my fingers rode my soaking wet clit? The thought made a cold shiver run down my spine, followed immediately by a sharp, dull throbbing feeling right between my legs. It was faint at first, but within seconds, it became unmistakable and heavy. I couldn't believe the absolute depravity of my own body—the mere realization that my stepfather had been discussing me with my step-uncle was making me horny as fuck!

No matter what had happened between us, how dare they try to kill me? “What about my stepmother? does she know what her son's did?” I asked. “She’s been taken care of, too,” Chadwick replied smoothly. He placed a hand gently over mine. "She's the one who sent them." I knew that already, I remembered Connor telling me that. Not sure why I asked though, I mean she's mean to me but never thought she could actually spiral into being a killer. “Don't think too much about any of that right now. You need rest.” Chad added.

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

The shame burned hot inside me but I could not stop the orgasms that shook through my young body. As I shook from my latest intense orgasm my stepfather finally stepped forward. His eyes looked dark and full of hunger as he watched me bent over and leaking cum. “My turn,” he said in a deep voice. “My turn to show my friends how well my stepdaughter takes care of her family.” My heart stopped for a moment as I realized what was about to happen..

His cock still buried deep, his cum already starting to leak out around him. Then reality crashed in and I froze. I’d just let my mother’s husband fuck me on his exam table. Roman pulled out slowly, gently, and helped me sit up. His hand cupped my face, 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 breathed, eyes now clear from my lust. “I know.” He kissed my forehead. “And I’m not sorry. Are you?”

"Of course not! I mean— I have a lot in my plates. Since your father is serious, I could make up some things about him too. Tell me which sounds more fun to be on a headline. Zino killed his son to get his step daughter since immorality flows in the family or— stirring immorality between—" "Enough," I blurted. "Haven't you done enough already?" "You have no idea what's even in store for you," she told me. "Do you want to take a guess it you'll rather it unfolds in your very eyes? If I was you, i'd choose the latter. Knowing them may just kill you already." "You're disgusting." "Not the first time I heard that. By the way, which is more disgusting? Me or getting pregnant for your step brother

I don't even notice the bustling atmosphere around me—people chatting, announcements over the intercom, the anticipation of departures and arrivals. It's all white noise. The flight seems to pass in a blur, a mixture of anxiety and impatience. Before I know it, I'm landing in Chicago and standing outside the jail. I’m running on coffee and adrenaline when I spot my stepmother coming out of the sheriff's department, her head bowed and phone in hand. "Catherine, what's going on?" I ask, putting aside our general apathy for one another for my father. She looks at me like she’s surprised, then sneers. "Your father is a murderer. That's what. I'm done with this. Good luck." With that, she turns a

Hindi inaasahan ni Leo ang ganitong kaganapan at ganitong scenario nila ng kinikilalang ama. Ang inaasahan niyang amang magmamahal sa kanya ay isa pa lang impyerno kung tutuosin. Nakaluhod ngayon si Leo sa harapan ng kanyang stepfather habang nakaupo at nakalagay ang dalwang kamay sa hita. Halos manginig siya sa lakas ng sigaw nito at ramdam na ramdam niya ang galit dito. "Sorry, Daddy." Nanginginig na sabi ni Leo saka napatingala dahil sa marahan hinawakan ng kanyang stepfather ang kanyang baba. "What do you want me to do?" "Be my Sex slave, Leo."

I hesitated before taking it, the crisp edge of it cool beneath my fingertips. But as my eyes scanned the words, my chest tightened. It was… my personal details. My name. My date of birth. My bloodline traced out in careful detail. Even the pack ties I hadn’t chosen yet, laid out plainly. I looked up at him, confusion swirling inside me. “Why… why are you giving me this?” His eyes gray eyes stayed locked on me. “Your stepfather. Blackfang. He asked me to give you that.” Something inside me clenched at the mention of the man and the way he called him my stepfather.

"My dear stepmother is a miracle worker, isn't she? Because we all know the truth about the great Executioner." I looked my father in the eye. "Tell them, Dad. Tell them about the injury you took years ago. The one that left you incapable of ever fathering another child." The silence was deafening. My stepmother looked like she was drowning on dry land. "So," I continued, circling her like a shark. "If it isn't my father’s, whose is it? Maybe Kean Cruz—the boy my father treated like a son, while he was busy treating my stepmother like a queen?"