Stepfather Romance Books Novels & Stories

I tried to hard to stand up, but my energy doesn't compare to his. He kissed me. Not gentle, not soft. His mouth claimed mine like he'd been starving for years. His tongue slipped past mine, and I tasted coffee and something sharper. Hunger. I kissed him back, my stepbrother. The man who had been cold to me for two years, who never looked at me twice. His hand slid up my thigh to under my dress. His fingers brushed my panties, and I was wet. Achingly wet. “Look at you,” he murmured against my lips. “Saying no with your mouth, but your body says yes.”

The ruthless owners of Hawthorne Holdings, the same company that swallowed my stepfather’s business whole two months ago. A sharp, hollow laugh bubbles up in my chest before I can stop it. Of course it’s them. My stepfather didn’t just sell me tonight. He sold me to the men who ruined him. For one dollar. And a cent. (If you’re just starting this book, could you please go check out the other one? It’s super interesting, I promise. It’s called, My Fiancé’s Uncle Is Obsessed With Me)

[NIGHTS WITH MY STEPBROTHER] PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 WARNING: This book is extremely rated because it has explicit scenes and highly matured content. If you aren’t a fan of smut, you can skip the story. ************ Jesse Bridgeton wanted to remain chaste even though she is surrounded by friends who love to play wild, she gets along with her friends well until the topic of sex come in. She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise.

Tahimik lang itong nakikinig sa mga sinasabi ko habang hawak parin nito ang cokefloat niya at shinishake pa circle. "Stressful nga, and base on your story. Your stepfather fell inlove with you. Hindi lang niya maamin sa ngayon kasi mukhang bago sa kanya at he still on the process of gender crisis, saka mapapangasawa pa siya ng Mom mo." Sabi nito na ikinatingin ko sa kanya. He really listening. "It sucks, ang hirap ng sitwasyon mo pero mas mahirap sitwasyon niya lalo na Mom mo. Naiipit silang pareho sa gulong ito."

How could I explain that I was falling for my stepfather, that we had already crossed lines that could never be uncrossed? "I...it's complicated," I hedged, picking at a stray piece of grass. "Adrian is...he's my mom's husband. I'm not just fucking him I'm in love with him." Martha's eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock. "Wait, what? Your stepdad? Ava, what the actual fuck?" I sighed, hanging my head in my hands. "I know, I know. It's messed up. But Martha, you have no idea what it's like, the way he makes me feel..."

Suddenly, she scoffed, and then her eyes were fixed sternly on me. "Oh, I see where this is going. You are trying to make advances on your stepfather. I knew that you were a little whore. Slut! I had known this all along! Always stealing the attention of the men in my life! You did that when I was with your father, and now that he's dead, you have set your sights on your stepfather. You're a sick child!" My fists clenched as rage rushed through me. “Don't you dare call me a slut! If anything, it should be you. You have a daughter, but you still feel it's okay to go man-hopping. You should be ashamed!”

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

“Where is my friend? What did you do to Sophia?” Stephan laughed. “Your friend?” He leaned against the doorframe, completely relaxed. “You mean Sophia? We’re mutual friends, don’t worry. She said I should take care of you well.” Mutual friends. The words didn’t make sense. “Mutual how?” I asked. “Sophia Valdez. My father’s favorite.” Stephan stepped into the room. I stepped back. “She’s been promised to Gavin since they were children. His future wife. Though my brother seems to have forgotten that particular arrangement.”

The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. Fucked. Raw. Hard. I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of the bathroom, the only thing I could feel was the pulsing ache for him to do it again. The ache to be bent over again and again. I had loved every inch of what he had done to me. I loved the way he looked at me like I was a property he couldn't afford to lose. And the fact that he had those files all this while, when I thought I was alone, hidden... fuck!

"You can't just say such a barbaric statement. How could you sleep with your father, it is unheard of!" "But he's not my father, Rico," I cried. "He's my stepfather. We have no blood relations…" I was still searching for ways to justify the relationship. "He fucks your mother!" He yelled "She's just another woman. Does it matter?" I screamed too. "This is wrong," he muttered. His eyes grazed me multiple times, like he was seeing a new Olivia. "You cannot…no. No. I… can't believe this" he said.