Novel & Cerita My Stepdaddy Wants Me Gia

I moaned deliriously as he flipped me onto my back and rubbed my pussy over my panties, jerking off as he hovered over me. “But they know…” I moaned deliriously as he flipped me onto my back and rubbed my pussy over my panties, jerking off as he hovered over me. “What do they know, Veronica ?” “I’m your step sister. That you’re not supposed to…”

"Shut the fuck up! Stepmother?! I was never married—Gaia's going to be his mother! Now bring that brat back here and break one of his legs… actually, just break both!" That insolent brat—I'd make him understand the cost for insulting Gaia, so that he'd remember what happened today!

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

Cups clinked softly on the table as they talked about the gala—the Thorne Company had invited them to do a live painting, right in front of the city’s elite. Sarah kept staring at the invitation on the table, the Thorne Company seal burning into her eyes. “You know Damian Thorne is the owner, right?” she said, her voice low. Luca nodded. “Yeah. I know.” “He’s… my stepfather,” she added, then let out a bitter laugh. “But before that—” she stopped, swallowing hard. “Before that, he was my one-night stand.” She lied to Luca. Yes, Damian was her one-night stand at first—but she knew deep down it was more than just one night, because it kept happening. Luca was her gay friend; she was the only on

I'll take the properties accrued to me by our late father. I'll be the Denver Chadwick I deserve to be. This is why Gia agreed to the fake marriage with Neriah in the first place. She can't leave when we're so close to achieving our dream. Turning over to wrap my hands around her waist, I press a kiss to her forehead. "You don't kiss me except you're trying to make me do something." She mutters angrily. Tilting her chin with my fingers, I look right into her eyes. The look that makes her wet herself even without my fingers stroking her.

Forcing out a smile, Martha asked, "Does this caregiver work for you, Mr. Hawke?" At Adrian's silence, Martha continued, "I've been so worried about Steph ever since she got hospitalized. I even made her favorite soup and brought it here myself, but your employee refuses to let us see her. Steph is my daughter-in-law. Don't you think this is a bit much?" In truth, Gia wasn't blocking them on Adrian's orders, but he didn't bother correcting Martha. Instead, he repeated icily, "Your daughter-in-law?" "That's right. Steph is my son's daughter, so that naturally makes her my—"

“But he didn’t know how to love me without trying to own every piece of my world. He didn’t listen. He didn’t try to understand. Everything was his way, always.” Gia nods like she understands more than she says. “And leaving…” I swallow. “It was painful. But necessary.” She reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. “Then you’re brave too.” We keep talking—about work, motherhood, navigating life in Paris. Gia tells me she just started working as a stylist for a modeling agency. I tell her I’m working remotely with a tech company. Hours pass without me realizing. The twins stay surprisingly calm, just looking around like they’re curious about everything.

Shit… we were definitely done for. ................................................................................................................................... “Bea, get up! You always wake up late. You’re going to be eighteen in the next few days, and yet you still have me waking you up like you’re a toddler. You won’t have me forever, and God knows what will happen when I’m gone.” I groaned as my mom ranted. “Calm down, Kate. Isn’t it too early for this?” my stepdad said, giving her a kiss. “You don’t always have to yell at her, you know. She’s the best daughter you could ever ask for,” he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, B.”

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.