Step Father Manga Novels & Stories

~ 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.

His growls were almost animalistic, and I felt just how powerful he was when he pinned me in place, his throbbing dick sliding between my thighs for the last time before he came. We retained our positions. I was trying to catch my breath, and Damien was rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Good girl,” he praised, sounding far too genuine than I expected. When he finally released me, I let myself collapse on the bed, my legs parted as I ran a finger through them. I brought my cum-stained fingers to my lips and took them into my mouth. My eyes closed as I savored the taste of my stepfather. When I opened my eyes, I found him watching me in amusement. His pants were pulled up, and only some sl

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.

My father stated. "What do you mean father?" I asked, clearly not understanding what he was talking about. "I mean, I have decided to appoint a new leader of the mafia group. It was a mistake to think a woman could rule," he said, I laughed. "And who might that leader be? Santos?" I asked and he nodded with a smile. I glanced at my stepmother and she looked very happy, she was smiling like a fool. Santos is her son, he is my step brother and I am five years older than him.

“Wait… is Mr. Caesar Aidan’s father? How did I not know that?” Still processing everything, Malikha was about to leave when the door suddenly opened again. “I’ve told you countless times—stay out of my business! You’re not my father!” Aidan snapped as he stormed out, turning back to face Brandon. Brandon stepped closer, taking a deep breath. “Can’t we talk like two grown men for once? Or better yet, as father and son? Whether you like it or not, I am your stepfather. I have legal custody of you.”

Aria. “You… poisoned me…” I whispered, feeling a coil wrapping around me tightly, suffocating me. I slumped on the floor, blood already dripping down my mouth and nose. “Of course.” He laughed coldly, staring down at me like I was something unworthy. “You really believed that I was going to have someone weak, foolish and pathetic like you as my mate? And you are my fucking stepsister, do you know how much I hated your mother for taking over my mother's title?”