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Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

I badly want him in between my thighs, eating my pussy in the way I will never imagine. I am aware that my desires are wrong and that I should not engage in sexual activities with my stepfather. I am trying to control my urges, as I know that my mother loves him and wants to marry him. I understand that engaging in sexual activities with my stepfather would be disrespectful towards my mother and harmful to my relationship with her. I had a tried setting boundaries but he has this way of making me cross my boundaries.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

I asked. “Yes boss,” he said from the other end. “Did he have any psychological problems, or was his stepfather abusive?” I asked. “According to our research, his stepfather was an educationist, and he had a habit of killing animals with reason. His stepfather thought it was abnormal, so he decided to book a therapy session for him, and his mother agreed without thinking twice,” he said from the other end.

She looked at me with despair, and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as she subtly shook her head. "No 'buts'! Don't make me punish you in front of your mother," my step-father said, giving me one of his disgustingly covetous glares that told me just how desperate his sinister intent had become. He was looking for any excuse to justify his sick and sinister desires he would “be forced” to inflict on me. Shortly after he made sure his message was received by both of us, he slammed the door as he left. "An excellent warrior?" I scoffed inwardly. During the last holiday when my step-sister came home, I overheard her conversation with a friend. Her academic performance at school wasn't good, an

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.

"What would your pretty little meal ticket think seeing you like this?" With superhuman restraint I released his throat, fisting my hands behind my back to resist tearing his lying face off. "She knows exactly what I am," I ground out. "And has accepted it, darkness and all." My voice dropped to a lethal hiss. "But clearly the same cannot be said for you. What drives a man to brutalize helpless women and children so?" The stepfather's arrogant sneer didn't waver. "Someone had to take that girl in hand. Her no-good father coddled her too much before the cancer took him. All that art and music nonsense, filling her head with useless dreams instead of respecting her elders."

"Are you sure about this?" Aiden whispered. "No, I'm not. Just go away...I don't think I want you to do this anymore. I mean, this isn't sane....you are my stepdad, and no matter what It's not right to be lying with you on the same bed in this controversial position! Ugh!" I said in my head while my heart palpitated as he wrapped his hands around me. "Can you hear me?" he asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Where is my friend? What did you do to Sophia?” Stephan laughed. “Your friend?” He leaned against the doorframe, completely relaxed. “You mean Sophia? We’re mutual friends, don’t worry. She said I should take care of you well.” Mutual friends. The words didn’t make sense. “Mutual how?” I asked. “Sophia Valdez. My father’s favorite.” Stephan stepped into the room. I stepped back. “She’s been promised to Gavin since they were children. His future wife. Though my brother seems to have forgotten that particular arrangement.”

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.