Owned By My Stepdad Novels & Stories

He groaned as I shifted in his lap , as I could feel a hard thing pricking me underneath…making me squirm. “So my mum called this morning, and told me about the brunch she wants us to come to… on Tuesday,” I started, monitoring his reaction. “and she invited your bro— stepbrother.” I almost choked on the word. He didn't react at first, or say anything. Just kept quiet. “We don't have to go, honestly.” I added, pecking his cheek. “Brunch with your family? And that bastard was invited? He just doesn't know when to stop.” He scoffed and looked away.

(MM) GAY ASS USED BY MY STEPFATHER 1. Nate’s POV. My life's been pretty normal, but not until my mum got married to Adrian, my stepdad seven months ago. He was in his mid-40s, and the CEO of his company. He was the kind of man that looked really mean from afar but barely harmful once you got to know him. He had thin dark long hair that always came down to cover his forehead completely when wet.

Daddy caught me in bed with Jeremy Dettling, getting fucked in the ass and talking dirty. To make matters worse, I was, of course, calling Jeremy "Daddy". Because, yeah, I've got a total thing for my stepdad. And it's not as if I even grew up with him or anything. He was my stepdad for all of a year and he spent that traveling with Mom all the time.

stepdad. I stared at the wall separating our rooms, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I was twenty-one now, back from university for the holidays, but in this house, I was still the "smartest girl in the world" to him. Jordan had married my mom six years ago, stepping into the void my biological father left with a grace that was almost saintly. He was the man who had tied my shoes, the man who drove me to every dance, the man my friends at school whispered about with envious sighs.

"Not you." "Let me go." His fingers tightened fractionally before releasing me. "What were you doing with them?" "Talking. Not that it's any of your business." "Not my business?" He moved closer, and suddenly I was backed against the bookshelf again, but this time it was Victor caging me in. "Everything about you is my business, Ariana. You live in my house. You're my responsibility." "I'm your stepdaughter. That's all." Something dark flickered in his green eyes. "Is it?"

“Also,” Daniel began quietly, leaning in until his mouth was close to her ear, “don’t you think it’s high time we finish the conversation you started the day you let that towel fall?” As he spoke, his hand moved between her thighs like it belonged there. One finger stroked through the wetness gathered there, then a second joined it, sliding through my pussy with deliberate pressure. “I’m waiting,” he murmured. “Go on.” “W-what is there to talk about?” She whimpered. "Quiet,” he said against her ear. “Unless you want the entire party to hear what your stepfather is doing to you.” This book is a compilation of filthy, explicit, and the most steamy moments shared between a step

“Delete it and block the number. I’ll handle this.” “Handle it how?” I snapped, voice cracking like the anxious teenager I apparently still was. “We can’t just ignore this. What if they send it to your dad? Or post it somewhere? My mom would lose her mind. ‘Oh honey, you’re screwing your stepbrother?’”

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.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Reid. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.