Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

Sitting next to me was the middle-aged lead officer. He handed me a bottle of water. His tone was calm. “My name’s Simon Zinn. You can call me Officer Zinn.” “We went through your records. They’re clean. We really can’t believe that you would go and deliberately try to commit murder.” I lifted my head and met his gaze. There was not a trace of panic in my eyes and none of the fear an eighteen-year-old might feel. There was only a deep, bottomless stillness. Officer Zinn looked at me and frowned slightly.

Or the guy who wrecked me all night. He was my new fucking stepbrother.

Maverick was dead, and I knew that I was related to his death. I clenched my fists and banged the table hard with my knuckles. All I had managed to do was turn this family upside down. Bang! My stepmother was right; she had always been. I was a disaster. I was a tornado, moving around and catching everything up in my destructive energy till I died down, leaving a huge mess behind me. Bang!! I was confused. I couldn't even decide who I loved and wanted to be with. Bang!!! I was… “Are you trying to break that table?“ an amused voice broke into my self-degrading thoughts. I spun to see Blaze standing by the door, leaning against it like I was some kind of entertaining show

His hand dropped before he looked at the damn cop. "Officer, please. We are family. This is my son, Riven. He’s Lina’s stepbrother." I didn't know which was irritating. To be introduced as a ‘stepbrother’ Or the way the cop's eyes whipped from Ryker to me with a look of pure disgust. Then he let out a dark, mocking scoff. As his eyes raked over my leather jeans, my expression turned colder. "Stepbrother?" Nikolai spat out, shaking his head. "You've gotta be fucking joking."

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.