Step Father Manga Romane & Geschichten

“You beast. You’re not fit to be a father, let alone a husband.” My fists shook inches from his face. Every instinct screamed to hit him. To break him. To end this nightmare with my hands. “I’m holding back,” I growled, voice shaking with restraint. “Because no matter how much I hate you, you’re still my father.” His laughter grew louder. “Father?” he scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not your father.” The words sliced deep. “I’m your stepfather,” he corrected coldly. “And you should be thanking me. I kept you alive. I gave you a name. I gave you my empire instead of letting you die with your wretched mother—or tossing you into the streets after she finally broke.”

I smiled at him. “Maybe tomorrow we will go see your stepfather!.” Aiden said. I looked up at him and saw his facial expression. He was serious. “You little creature!.” “Why did the moon goddess decide to punish me by giving my mate such a horrible creature like you little thing!!.” “I want you dead!!.” “Every time I hit you, survive!!, why don’t you just die!!.” I couldn’t help but hear words my stepfather said to me. Tears rolled down my cheek.

she asked. “The meek shall inherit the earth,” her father replied. “What do you want Kit?” “I need to ask you some questions,” she said, but her father, who walked from around the other side of the stairs wasn’t looking at her but at Mitsuhide. “You have some nerve,” her father said to him, “Do you know what your family cost me?” “Father!” she said. “Look at him. This isn’t Miles Akechi. It is his cousin, his and Michael’s. You were there when his parents were banned. You have to remember.”

~ NATALIA ~ Vega Pack, My Pack. Once a safe, decent, innocent place, had become something I could never imagine I could see. Caspian took me out of that packhouse where I had to force myself to walk in front of the monster who killed my father, without throwing a knife at his heart, and it was quite unsettling, now that I had to call him my stepfather and had to witness his and my mother’s closeness. The closeness was literally tearing me apart.

I sat with my friends at the corner table, picking at my food while my mind kept drifting back to Sebastian’s hard cock and the way he’d walked out of the shower like I was nothing. My thighs pressed together under the table. I was still sore from our last time, my pussy can still remember our raw dogging. The hurt from the way he walked out on me sat heavy in my chest “Guys, I need some advice,” I said quietly. “There’s this older guy. Really older guy. We hooked up once and it was… intense. But now he’s avoiding me.” My friends leaned in, eyes wide. No one knew it was my stepfather. I kept that part locked tight.

The smirk on his face made my stomach swarm with butterflies. “Is the show over already?” He raised his hand to caress my face, but I moved away a little, making him place it under my chin, and he tilted my head upwards to face him. His tongue swiped against his lower lips slowly, and I almost cursed out. I knew it was wrong to want to kiss them, especially right now. I met his dark eyes, and all I could do was blush and gulp. My stepfather had just caught me masturbating to him.

I immediately looked away, my cheeks burning up. "Cut the bullshit. I doubt you haven't seen a dick in your life." He spat out. My gaze immediately snapped to his and I felt the same temper rising again. "You don't know anything about me. For your information, you're my stepfather, just reminding you in case you lost some of your brain cells on the way here. You shouldn't talk to me like this. Don't be a creepy pervert!" I was panting by the end of my tirade.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.