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He fucked me hard against the counter, the wood digging into my hips, his balls slapping against me with every deep stroke. “Take it, stepson,” he grunted, one hand covering my mouth. “Your stepfather’s cock feels good stretching that tight hole, doesn’t it?” “Yes,” I moaned into his palm, pushing back against him desperately. “Harder. Fuck me like you own me, stepfather.” He reached around and stroked me fast, his grip tight and perfect. “I do own you. Say it louder.” “You own me,” I gasped, voice breaking with need. “I’m your dirty little stepson. Use me.”

He was close enough that my brain stopped producing useful thoughts and started producing only static. My heart slammed against my ribs. His eyes dropped to my mouth. My breathing grew ragged. And then front door opened downstairs. We both froze. Voices floated up from the entrance hall. It was his father's laugh and my mother was speaking in the background too. Knox pulled back slowly. His dark and unreadable emerald gaze remained on my flushed face. My hands shot forward to grab my textbook which I shut so hard. I didn't wait. I didn't even say goodnight to my mother or his father… my new step father.

I muttered holding tightly to the sheets as I looked away. "Look Rose, I..." "You don't have to explain anything to me..."I said, cutting him short. "Right!" Without saying anything else, he left the room, closing the door with a small thud! Never in my life have I ever felt so stupid. What was I about to do? What do I think about this man..no not this man, my step father who belongs to my mother.. I'm fifty shades of fucked up and I will have to put a stop to this madness before it gets too late.

Synopsis At eighteen I still do what my stepfather Jackson says. He tells me to go with him to the store, I do. He tells me to go outside and help with the chores I do. What he doesn’t know is that my breasts are full. For a man who sees everything about me, he doesn’t know anything about me. The milk is hard to hide. Maybe he does know and I’m not noticing! “ Saundra, come out, here will you? I have some things that I need you to do.” I hear my stepfather Jackson calling from the pool shed.

Goddess, he was huge; it felt like he was claiming every inch of my mouth, turning me into his personal toy. Thoughts raced through my mind, wild and filthy. This was my stepfather-in-law, the Alpha-King, buried balls-deep in my throat, and I loved it. No contract, no revenge plot could touch this raw need. I wanted to own him like he owned me, make him beg, make him shatter. My pussy clenched at the idea, still slick from my earlier orgasm, aching for more.

This was wrong. “Let me be there for you till your last day, just like you had taken care of my late mother and me. Don’t hold back with me, don’t…” “Stop, Sarah!” The intensity of his voice shook her. “I have a wife now. And your mother was my ex-wife. I was your stepfather, and now I’m your…” His gaze dropped to her lips, and his breath hitched. He had forgotten what he was going to say. His hand involuntarily moved to hold her wrist, but he quickly resisted, but Sarah saw it.

As I was going downstairs, each step felt like hell because I was getting closer to being sold off by my own father. When he got to the living room, he saw his father, his step mother and his step sister, then he saw two other men sitting on the couch. "Here he is, as Mr Damian Moretti requested" my father shoved me in front of the men. They just looked at me and nodded to each other. Then they brought out a brief case filled with money and handed it to my father. My stepmother jumbed with joy. "Go and pack, you are leaving today" my father told me

“Tris—“ my mom’s yelling was cut short when the door finally opened. My breath caught in my throat when a very familiar man stepped out of the house. Was this the husband? My mom walked over to him with a big grin. “Tristan, this is Nicole, my daughter. Nikky, this is Tristan, your stepfather.” I blinked. That was my stepfather? The same man who had fucked me two months ago that I couldn’t seem to forget was my new stepfather??? Was this a joke?

The thought of that face gave me chills. "Okay, Dad." I grabbed the breakfast and ran over to kiss Mom's cheek before heading out the door and into the car my stepfather had arranged. Leaning back in the leather seat, I tried to empty my thoughts. My stepfather was Italian. No one would guess that this always-smiling man was once a mafia boss.

"You have no excuse Danny, is all this about whoever Chad is or what? I think the problem is whatever is happening inside your head. I don't even know who you are anymore." He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned and walked away toward his own dorm, his shoulders hunched. I stood there in the middle of the quad, I was alone. I had pushed away the only good thing I had, and all I could feel was the ghost of Chadwick’s touch, burning a hole through my skin. I pulled my phone out. I had ignored the ghost. I scrolled to the message, my fingers trembling. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet."