Novel & Cerita Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel

But beneath the surprise, something darker flickered, possession, hunger, and a dangerous spark of recognition. “Ivana?” he said, voice low and rough, my name sounding like a sin on his lips. Downstairs, applause erupted, My mother’s joyful laughter floated up. The man I had just allowed to ruin me in the most exquisite way possible, and whose cum was still leaking down my thighs, was my new stepfather.

"We took you in out of duty, though you provided little enough value. And you repay our sacrifice with assault?" Each spiteful word pummeled deeper than any slap. But the naive, pleading girl cringed inside no more. Jaw set, I stepped closer until we stood eye to eye. "Sacrifice? You sacrificed nothing! My father left enough for me to live on happily." Righteous anger lent volume. "You chose that monster who made our lives hell! He squandered every penny on gambling and liquor!" I sucked a steadying breath that did nothing to calm my hammering pulse. "But no longer. The stepfather will face justice for his cruelty...without your toxic protection!"

Beck sniffed, shaking her head. “What do you mean?” I asked again. “Oh do not act like you do not know what she is talking about. You know how I feel about liars.” My father spat, angry veins appearing on his forehead. He looked enraged now that his face was in sight. “Father, I promise you that I did not do anything. You have to believe me. I don't even know what they are talking about.” I tried to reason with him but before I could find other words to prove my innocence, my step mother stood up and headed towards me. She smacked me until I fell to the ground. The pain stung me, but it was nothing I had never felt before.

I raised my voice as I stood up. I’m so angry, and I couldn’t control myself. “My own step mother killed my own mother out of pure jealousy! My mom died at Genevieve's hands, and I knew deep down inside my father knew what she did too, especially now that I know that Nova is my father’s daughter, my half sister. He cheated, he made my life a lie! Nobody else was home, not even Nova or Geneieve...I took my father’s gun and I killed him. It was me! Nobody else! Let alone the person you thought you saw. It was me.” I yelled at him as I wiped my tears away from my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Stephanie swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor as she fought back tears. "This room... It was my father-in-law’s. It was here that he... that he died," she began, her voice trembling. "And it was here that Damien accused me of killing him. This room was where my life fell apart. Where I was stripped of everything and made a slave." Zita's heart ached for her friend as she listened. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and wrapped Stephanie in an embrace. "You don't have to do this right now," she whispered. "We can wait until you're ready."

Jackla had always been so weak, always too terrified to take real action or seize what she wanted, and her submissive nature pissed me off so bad. I was the complete, ultimate opposite of her. I took another long sip of my wine, the bitter alcohol unlocking a sharp memory from our past. I remembered the exact day she had walked into this house and caught me naked in Fiorello’s bed. She had screamed at me, crying and throwing a tantrum, telling me what I was doing was sick and wrong. But how was falling in love with my own stepfather wrong? We weren’t related by blood, so there was absolutely no crime in taking what belonged to me.

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

When my father found out about it, he fed her and her family to the wolves deep inside the mountains. There was also the family doctor who planned to push me down the stairs and pretend to save me just to get into my father's good graces. My father personally broke each bone on her legs one by one. He even got the cook to make a stew from it and sewed it into her stomach. Now… "What are you talking about?" My father suddenly looked friendly and stared at his assistant in mock accusation. "Rina is still going through her treatment overseas. Nothing has happened to her. But the statue she gave me was destroyed. It's all my fault. I'm not a good father."

"I mean all this friction between us. The sneaking around having sex. What if we just accept it? Rather than me forcing myself on you, we can make it something you desire too. Something we both want. Ginny's heart was racing, her stomach twisted in a wave of disgust. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd ever have an affair with you willingly," she spat, glaring at him. "You're my stepfather. My mother's husband. What happened before, it was a mistake. It meant nothing." Raymond smirked; he didn't take the anger in Ginny's words seriously. "Did it really mean nothing, Ginny? Cause I don't think you would've let it happen if you didn't feel something."

I came hard against that wall, wishing Daddy’s cock had been the one making me spill instead of my own fist. Before anyone gets weird about him being my step-dad—let’s be clear: I’d never even met the man until my mom brought him home a year ago. He was just a man to me. What made it so much hotter was how he clung to the idea that I was still an innocent, naïve boy. It was adorable how hard he tried not to stare at my ass in tight shorts or the way my tank tops clung to my chest. Of course, I didn’t make it easy on him. I dressed provocatively, bending over in front of him, brushing against him every chance I got. It became a delicious, perverse game—one he had no idea he was about to lose.