Stepfather Romance Books Novels & Stories

I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

"You think I’ve been looking at you like that?" "I know you have," she breathed, a small, triumphant smile touching her lips. "The way your eyes linger on my legs when I walk into the room. The way you tense up when I accidentally brush against you in the kitchen. You've been fighting it just as much as I have." "I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing."

It was just a random pull, but Liz found herself stunned at the bold title. My Stepbrother Is My Lover. Her face twisted in disgust. She stared at the title for a moment longer than she should have. Seriously? She had expected ancient books. History. Something important. Not… this. Did Damien read this? Was this some sort of fetish? She shoved the book back into place, frowning. “I would never read something like that,” she muttered. She turned and nearly collided with someone. A man stood behind her. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Impossibly handsome in a way that didn’t feel human. Well, that’s probably because he wasn’t human.

His fingers traced the neckline of my blouse, then slowly started unbuttoning it. “So tell Daddy the truth… do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to finally teach you what those forbidden books you love so much actually feel like?” I looked up at him, heart racing, thighs pressing together. “Don’t stop, Daddy.” A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He pulled me up from the chair, pushed me against the edge of the heavy oak table, and kissed me — deep, commanding, and nothing like a stepfather should ever kiss his stepdaughter.

But this person declared to himself that I am his little brother and that he is my stepbrother. Tsk. He is really annoying but I used to it because of his persistence. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Hero yelled, making everyone on the table, tremble slightly. "Dad is Hardin saying the truth? Is this dimwit, really your wife?" "Watching it Hero, how dare you call her a dimwit? this should be the last time you call her something like that. You must show her respect as your stepmother," Mr. Scott reprimanded angrily. "I will call her whatever I want dad. How can you tell me that she is your wife, when did you get married?" "That's none of your business son. All you need to know is that she is my loving wife, and you must respect her, whether you like it or not."

. --- Chapter 15: Stranger in the shadow The message on Isla’s phone burned in her mind like a brand. She read it again and again, chest tightening with a rising panic she couldn’t shake. She left more than a will. You’re not the only one she marked. —E That name. Ethan. The man she hadn’t thought about in years. Her mother’s second husband. The almost-stepfather who vanished without a word after the funeral, leaving behind silence thick with unanswered questions.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

I gave him nothing. When he left, the room felt colder. Julian turned back to me. “See? No force.” “You’re isolating me,” I said. “I’m clarifying you,” he corrected. “Everyone who touches you does so with selfish intent.” “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” he asked softly. “Your stepfather hides secrets. Your brothers want what they shouldn’t. Your mother hides the past.” “And you?” I asked. “What do you want?” Julian studied my face.

It is small enough. “I hate what fate did to us“ he said.The words were said in a low tone. Almost impossible for me to listen to but I heard them anyway “And I hate that you’re the one who has to pay the price. ” Before I could even give out a reply, he was gone, his heavy boots echoing down the hall. Leaving me in my thoughts wondering what the hell I just did.I just kissed my stepfather and he is my mate.This made me feel guilty for my actions.The mere thoughts of my mothers face was enough to increase it.