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WARNING: SSPG Ang mismong araw na nahuli kong may kinakamang iba ang fiancee ko, ay ang araw na nawala sa akin ang lahat. My grandfather and fiancé betrayed me for the same reason; my half-sister. Kaya naman nagpakalayo ako at nakontento sa isang normal na buhay. Not until I met him... the famous business tycoon, and my rival. Killian Stanislav. He's the CEO of the Thompson Enterprise's rival company. Killian offered me a deal. A contracted deal and that's to be a spy inside my grandfather's company and to be his acting lover. In exchange, ay makakamit ko ang paghihiganti na gusto kong gawin sa mga trumaydor sa akin. It's a win-to-win deal, but little did I know... na kasama pala roon ay ang pagsilbihan siya sa kama. Pero tinanggap ko pa rin, dahil alam kong wala nang mas maganda pang opportunity kesa dito. Pero mayroon kaming isang kasunduan sa kung saan, ako ang talo. During the process of our contract, kapag nabuntis ako ay ipapalaglag ko ang bata sa ayaw o sa gusto ko, dahil kung hindi—the contract will immediately get cancelled. I accepted it again, being certain na hindi ako mabubuntis. But I did. Nabuntis ako, pero ayaw kong malaman niya, natatakot akong pilitin niya akong ipalaglag ang bata—so in the end. I packed my things and left. Without telling him anything at sinakripisyo ang revenge na noong una ay gusto kong gawin kaya nakipagkasundo ako sa kaniya. Pero paano na lang kapag magkita ulit kami? Ano na lang ang mangyayari kapag nalaman niyang itinago ko ang anak niya? May tyansa pa kayang maayos ang relasyon naming dalawa? O tuluyan na itong mababaon sa limot, gaya ng nakaraan kong ayaw ko nang ungkatin pa.

"I'm 44, you're 18," he whispered softly, his lips grazing my nipple, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his tongue flicked out, teasing the hardened peak. "I don't care!" I shot back amidst breathy moans, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pressing his head deeper into my boobs, arching my back to feed him more. "I'm your mum's husband. I'm your stepdad, old enough to be your real dad," he murmured again, his right hand tracing, torturous path down my trembling stomach, dipping between my thighs to brush against my soaked panties. "I said I don't care!!!" I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" ______ Adrian Blackwood, the hottest, most dangerously sexy beast I've ever laid eyes on turns out to be my stepfather. You heard that right, my mum's husband! The man who could make me wet with just a single stare, with his towering muscles, tattooed arms, and those piercing gray eyes that strip me bare. One ride in his SUV and I want a real ride. I'm just 18 in college, but he's 44, old enough to be my dad? Who the hell cares! As long as he pins me down, and wrecks me with pleasure that leaves me begging, I'll sin with him every damn night. Taboo? Bring it on. ‘Sinfully Yours, Step Daddy!’ is a boundary smashing blaze you can't read in public or alone (unless you're ready to touch yourself nonstop). Dive into Ava with Stepdad, professor, step dad's best friend, the sugar doctor, Ava's unapologetic slut era, craving daddies. Walk in horny, walk out dripping satisfied. Grab it now, your panties or boxers won't survive! Steamy age gap taboo romance packed with dominance that'll have you screaming for more.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."