Novel & Cerita My Stepfather And His Friends

Every year, I've been forced to attend the ball along with Rose and Stephan . I've seen the way other mafia fathers abuse and ridicule their kids and I'm glad my father isn't like that. We watched as he walked back into the house. "I hate it when he does this," Rose groaned. Rose has been my best friend since we were in diapers. I can't remember a day I've ever spent without her, same goes for Stephan even though he's a couple of years older than the both of us. "Rosie," Rose’s mother yelled from the kitchen. Her family, Stephan’s family and my family live under one roof. We're all really close.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

Or just how he knew exactly how to unravel me? Dammit, Soraya. He is still your ex’s stepfather. Revenge. That is all this was supposed to be. His help. Nothing more. “Now tell me, little kitten.” He yanked my finger free. His voice turned rough. Snapping me back as his eyes bored into mine. “No!” I moaned without meaning to, my hand twitching as I tried to pull my finger back. He caught it before I could retreat fully, his grip firm but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I froze.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

Then the next morning she was standing in my father’s foyer being introduced as my new stepsister and the universe decided to laugh in my face. Every time I saw her now the same thought hit me: mine. Even when I told her to forget it. Even when I pushed her away. The word still sat under my skin like a brand. The night I had her in my room, my father had called me downstairs the second Cade knocked. The conversation was still burned into my head. “You need to stop.” My dad had been standing by the window in his study, back to me, voice cold.

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.

my father says softly. “You could never embarrass me, Dad. Never,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Steph, where are you going?” Lysa says as soon as we walk into the packhouse. “I’m going to meet with Will and Stephanie. I’ll join you afterward,” he says. “Who is going to eat with me?” she asks, sounding appalled. “Lysa, there’s an entire packhouse full of people for you to eat with. Why don’t you try making friends with the other Lunas,” my father says, more sharply than I’m used to hearing him speak.

I’m not like every other person you can fool with your sweet talks. As a matter of fact, this doesn’t look like my father’s office or does it? I don’t remember inviting you here.’ He snapped. ‘Well, my dear you don’t have to get all worked up. I don’t bite, you know? I only want to be a friend. I mean what’s wrong in being friends with my step-son?’ ‘You are actually dreaming, in fact, you are fantasizing. I can’t imagine my father marrying you; perhaps he has told you so?

Carley "We had a drunken one-night-stand, " I say quickly holding my hands up in a placating gesture before they attempt to leave. "Hold on boys, before you go castrating him, we are just friends now. That one-night stand clarified that we work better as platonic friends. He is also living with us temporarily. Our mothers are a couple," I say and the guys relax back in their seats. "So you guys are basically step-siblings, " Weston states with an adorable confused look on his handsome face.