Stepdaughter 소설 & 이야기

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

I said in a voice that doesn't convey that message and after a glare from Mom behind his back, I gave him my most charming smile and that seemed to be enough. "I'm sorry we didn't meet before this. I've had a lot to do and the time just wasn't enough. I hope we get along well" He said with what I came to realize was a genuine smile. He leaned closer to me and I instinctively moved back but he was close enough that only I could hear him when he said "I'm not and will never take the place of your father. I wouldn't dare to. I love your mother and I hope you allow me get to know you and love you as my own daughter even though I'm your stepfather like you said"

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

“Daddy, I don't know if Nick is enough to make me a good girl. I might just need both of you next time.” My stepfather swallows but then smiles. “I guess your Daddy can set a little time aside to discipline his bratty little stepdaughter now and then.”

I wasn't just some loser kid that was irrelevant to him. I was Daddy’s little princess. I was the perfect little angel. I was his daughter. I was his. He never looked down on me for belonging to someone else. The minute my mother introduced us, he embraced me like I was his own. He never, not even once, treated me like a stepdaughter. He always did everything with me, even all those things that my mother should have been doing.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

“Your mark is nothing to me anymore, we aren’t bonded together, you are not my mate,” “What you think it belonged to you did it survived, so leave me alone!!” “I’m your stepdaughter.” I inhaled sharply, the rejection hitting deeper than I expected. I had spent years building the strongest pack, securing our legacy. I made sacrifices. I endured pain. And yet, my son stood against me. “You can come back to the pack,” I said, attempting to soften my tone. “Both of you. I’ll give you your own quarters, your own command. We can fix this.”

“Yeah, we've been wanting to Introduce you guys but we've searched everywhere for you, this is Shawn Tates, your stepfather's son and holder of Tates group of companies. We could all catch up later but right now, my husband and I could use some quiet” My dad had a questioning look in his face, something told me he knew what I had done but he only smiled and followed Katherine as she pulled him “Well, hello step sister….” I smiled but she simply just walked away.

"You pedophile!" "She's an adult, she's almost twenty-four and I have never had anything to do with her while she was still nineteen." He defended. "I...this...began ...recently." Justin stuttered. His manly aura which I admired failed him. "You're fucking my daughter! You're fucking your step daughter!" My mother screamed. "I was suspecting your bond. Was that what the trip was all about? Was that why my worker never gave me any feedback about you two?"

“You see that, Dad? I'm almost at the end of this journey. Your stepdaughter is going to be your daughter-in-law soon. You're happy for me, aren't you?” Dad knew I liked her. He bloody knew my feelings for her weren’t storge, it wasn't familial love. And he tried to stop me, many times, telling me she would never see me the same way I saw her. “Joke’s on you, Dad. She's about to be the mother of my child, your grandchild.” I wished he were still alive to see her round with my baby, but he wasn’t. There was no way he could crawl out of the grave just to witness me having a happy ending with my stepsister after he told me nothing would ever work between us.