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Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

Ethan says, his tone perfectly level, masking the fact that he wants to wrap his hands around Arthur's throat. "At least until my private security finishes sweeping the kitchen staff. I won't have her coming back to a compromised house." "You’re being very thorough, son," Arthur says, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sips his drink. "Almost... possessive. One might think you care for your stepmother a bit more than is appropriate." Ethan meets his father’s gaze. It is a clash of two predators - one hiding in the light, one fueled by the dark. "I care about the Reynolds reputation, Father," Ethan replies, his voice like a blade being drawn.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

Arthur said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register that made the air in the room feel freezing. "And he does his job. Unlike you, who spends his days playing CEO in a suit he hasn't earned. Don't speak about your brother when you're sitting at my table." Leo’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He looked away, staring down at his plate, his chest rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths. The silence that followed was suffocating. I sat there, trapped between a step-father who was slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, and a step-brother who was looking at me like he wanted to burn the house down.

And the worst part‚ the absolute worst part‚ was that even now‚ even standing here in the middle of this nightmare‚ my body was still humming from what he'd done to it. That man had made me cum harder than anyone ever had in my life. And he was my stepfather. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Okay‚" Kael said finally‚ pressing his palms together in front of his mouth like he was trying to physically hold himself together. "Okay. We need to get dressed. Right now."