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The phone slipped from my hands, clattering to the floor. Stephanie reached for me, but I shook her off violently. “Lila belongs to me,” I whispered. The words burned like acid on my tongue. My knees buckled as I staggered backward until I landed on the ground. “She belongs to me.” “Ethan...” Stephanie tried again. “Don’t touch me!” I snarled, scrambling up. My father’s shadow loomed over me, tall, unshaken. I lifted my head slowly, my voice breaking. “Where did I go wrong, Dad? Where?”

He spanks me again, harder, my ass burning, and pulls my hair, yanking my head back, making me arch. “Take it, Tess,” he growls, and I’m coming, my second orgasm a brutal pulse, my pussy milking his cock, slick dripping down my thighs. The mourners’ voices hum outside—guests right there, clueless—and it makes me wetter, the taboo of my stepfather fucking me while they wait.

So when I walked into the big room,my stepfather sitting quietly at the head, Mikhail at his side, my mother hovering by the fire, and her—my stepsister—whispering as if already mistress of the manor—I stood tall. "Have you reached a decision?" my stepfather asked calmly. I nodded. "I have." He smiled. "Good. Then let us go forward with the passing of title—" "I'm not passing it." The silence was so thick, it was noisier than any scream. "What do you mean?" His voice dropped low, deadly. "I said I won't give it up." I stepped closer. "You people decided my future without talking to me. Again. But this time, I won't let you."

It happened because my stepmother was also a gambling craze! Melly managed to push me to get into my father's car and locked the door. She grinned. “Sell her now in the brothel, Father! It's useless for her to stay in our family. She is just a parasite! She eats our food all day and does nothing please Father take her away” My stepfather nodded and then started the car engine. I screamed as the car took us to the brothel. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to my screams. They appeared to be deaf or pretended to be deaf.

Fuck! Why do I feel like am about to unlock a Pandora box that I might definitely not like looking into. “No, there isn’t. I live with my stepmother and stepsisters on the outskirts of town. My father died several years ago,”I finally reply, king Alaric squeezed his long fingers around my waist a little harder. More heat rush over my spine..

School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being devoted to James and Elizabeth’s story.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

But here I was, just now getting dressed. I dashed out of the bathroom, still dripping, and flung open my wooden wardrobe. Its doors were barely hanging on, termites long since making a meal of it. I grabbed the only dress that could possibly pass for the day. It had a small hole in the back. Whatever. No one would care. No one ever did. Just as I was pulling it over my head, the door to my room slammed open. “Orphan!” His voice struck like a whip. Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather.