Stepdad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Ceen A burning stepfather’s attraction, the man I was not supposed to want, the man I was not supposed to crave, yet I see myself falling deeper and deeper into the chaos unwilling to let go, not that I have done anything intimate with him, but I don't even trust myself enough to not do anything if he's closest centimeter to me.

BOOK TWENTY-SEVEN: CALL ME DADDY CONTENT WARNING: explicit stepfather/stepdaughter taboo, anal sex, rough oral, daddy kink, cheating on wedding day CHAPTER 1 "I do," I said, gazing into the beautiful blue eyes of my new bride, Grace. She looked up at me and my heart was full to bursting with love for this amazing woman. Sounds of clapping and hollers filled the air as our friends and family celebrated around us. The band struck up a song and the party began. We would be leaving in a few days on our honeymoon. Today was just the beginning.

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

Roman had one arm around her, his hand absently stroking her hair. For a second, my chest ached so badly I had to stop myself from crying. This was what he said he missed. This was what he claimed he had fought for. I sat down beside them, leaving just enough space between Roman and me to make a point. Not too far. Not too close. Isabella looked up and grinned when she saw me. “Mommy!” “Hey, sweetheart,” I said softly. She shifted closer to Roman. “Daddy was telling me a story. He said he used to read to us every night.”

Yes I hurt him ,hurt him so much . "Have you guys reconciled ,you know with his sudden appearance?"Kendall asked, smiling . "You know him too well Kendall, you of all people shouldn't be saying this ,"I replied walking away to free myself . "My love , are you enjoying the party ?" I turned and saw dad approaching me . Dad had the most handsome smile ,he was really good looking for his age and for a while. I wondered how hot he was, when was a young man.I guess he must be so good looking that's why my step mom just can't leave him no matter how badly he treated her .

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

“Stay safe. I’ll call you later.” Before I could protest, he was gone — suit jacket on, keys in hand, the door clicking softly behind him. I sat there alone, staring at the half-eaten breakfast he had prepared with such care. My heart swelled until it felt too big for my chest. Calder’s love… it was growing deeper inside me with every passing day. This powerful, complicated man who had once been my stepfather was now my anchor, my protector, my desire. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he fought for me — it all made me fall harder every single time.

The stone driveway gleams under the late afternoon sun, the marble lions on either side of the steps looking just as smug and judgmental as they did when I left three years ago. Everything smells the same, money, power, polished wood, and secrets. But I'm not the same girl who ran away at eighteen with a heart full of grief and a head full of stupid dreams. Back then, I was scared. Lost. Now, I'm fucking dangerous. The heavy oak doors creak open before I even lift a manicured hand to knock. And there he is. Alexander Wolfe. Billionaire. Kingmaker. Devil in a goddamn suit. And my stepfather.

She turns and continues down the hall, her steps quick and determined, leaving Ryan rooted in place. He can’t believe it. It hasn’t even been a day, and his father has already managed to ruin Hazel. No. He can’t accept it. He won’t! He can’t stand seeing her like this, he has to do something. ֍ ֍ ֍ Ryan storms up the grand staircase with speed and determination, his footsteps echoing through the halls as he crosses over three stairs at a time. He reaches the top floor—the forbidden domain of Father—just in time to catch his figure before he disappears into his private office.