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“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.”

my father answered in a low voice. "That's why your daughter was hard-headed and doesn't know how to respect because you spoiled her like that," my stepmother replied angrily. My father lowered his head. I felt even more annoyed with my stepmother because of how she treated my father. She should be thankful that we are here inside the novel, so my father here is not my real father because if we are outside the novel and she happens to be my stepmother there, she will surely taste bad words from me that she has never heard before in her entire life

You really think any of you can handle this estate without my expertise? Raymond was unruffled. In a steady voice, he addressed the room. "We can, and we will. The estate will thrive without your interference, Lucy. And it's time the family moved forward. Lucy's eyes went cold; her voice turned to a malevolent whisper. "You may think you have won, Raymond, but I can promise you, and this is far from over. You have no idea what's coming." Ginny felt the sting of trepidation from Lucy's words, yet Ginny took another step forward and faced her stepmother's gaze with an iron hard stare. "We're not afraid of you, Mum. Your rein ends here.”

“Thank you, baby.” I nodded, pulling away gently. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” Before either of them could say anything else, I turned and walked away, the heels that once clicked confidently now dragging slightly behind me. The pit in my stomach was back. I had a stepfather who kept secrets. A mother in the dark. A stepbrother who's obsessed with me. A house that didn’t feel like mine. And a whole lot of questions no one wanted to answer. Worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know them anymore.

Charlotte’s POV The next morning I snuck up on Sebastian because Mom didn’t come back, stroking his cock through his pants… only to have him rebuke me while my virgin pussy still ached from how hard he’d fucked me the night before. I can clearly remember how his cum was leaking down my inner thighs as I crept through the quiet mansion. Every step reminded me of the brutal, yet delicious way he’d devoured and filled me during the storm. My pussy throbbed with that sweet soreness, a constant filthy whisper that I belonged to my stepfather now. And he’s mine too.

She felt dampness between her legs, a humiliating, involuntary response. “You’re my stepfather,” she forced out, the title a weak shield. “I’m the man who owns this house,” he corrected, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. “The man who pays for your life. The man who watches you walk up the stairs in those little shorts, imagining how you’d feel wrapped around me.” One of his hands left the counter and his thumb brushed the peak of her nipple through the soft cotton of her shirt. It pebbled instantly, achingly hard. “The man who knows you think about it, too.”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

she asked. I ran my hand through my hair as more thoughts crossed through my mind. “Maya, you are not part of your grandfather's will; your father says you are a bastard and your mom was a whore he spent just 1 night with." That was my father’s lawyer, a message from prison. Dad now calls himself my stepdad. All my life, it's been one sad tale or another; someone is always walking out the door, and no one looks back to know how I feel.

Elena My body repelling with shock, mixing with deep concern. The sight of both of them embracing each other flashed across my oceanic glossy hues that it felt surreal. I had just pleasured the man who supposedly was my future stepfather. My thoughts springing through the room and it was barely hard for me not to have gone mad at this current rate of revelation. What was the man going to do when he finds out that I’m his soon to be step daughter he was going to meet tomorrow? Fuck! Things were already complicated between us. My teeth grinding together with nervousness, with the thought which continuously sank through my bones.