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He kissed me again deeper, his breath ragged, and I matched it by tugging his hair, urging him on. Then the realization hit me sharply like a slap: This was my stepfather. I froze. My hands dropped and my throat got locked. “Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips brushing my ear. “Just give in, Miguel. I know how badly you want this” “Get the fuck away,” I snapped, shoving him hard, my voice shaking. He hesitated and pulled back slowly, his pants tight with want, his jaw ticking tight. He stood by the side of the bed, lingering a second, then soon turned and walked out. The door clicked shut, fucking loud in the silence.

I say before Jack steps in. "She's lying, I haven't been man enough to tell you this Dad but I fell in love with her. I fell in love with my fucking step sister and I can't say that I regret it because I don't. She showed me love and compassion and I couldn't ask for anything more. I want to be with her and if that means that we're going to have to move out and find a place together then so be it." Jack says, leaving me to be in complete shock. I look over at Dave and he doesn't seem even the slightest bit amused.

“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.”

“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.

He really knew the effect he had on me. "Call me Step Daddy." My stomach twisted. Forbidden word and wrong. But could I complain when Damon looked extraordinary handsome than the devil's son himself? No! I couldn't. I didn’tcare if he was the devil himslef because I would follow himto hell if I had to. "Say it." His words made me open my mouth slowly, before closing it. "Step Daddy." "Louder." "Step Daddy!" He smirked. Dark. Cruel. His hand trailed down my side. Fingers dug in. I gasped.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

Lisa’s POV I came home thinking I’d live an easygoing normal life. Just a quiet weekend before starting my new job, unpacking boxes, eating Mom’s cooking, maybe catching up on sleep, but instead, I found them. My stepfather, Pastor Daniel Hartwell, naked on top of Sarah Miller, a young girl that's barely twenty, fresh out of youth group, panting, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

“William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.” I got myself up on my elbows, not bothering to cover my bare chest. My voice came out breathy, still trying to recover. “You could’ve just stayed and pretended like e were bonding or some shit.” Liam shot me that look… the half warning, half hunger look. He leaned down, bracing one hand beside my head, and kissed me hard.. His tongue pushed in like he owned me, biting my lower lip before pulling back. “You know we can’t, Alex. Not yet. If my father finds out his nineteen-year-old stepson is getting railed by his actual son every other night…” He shook his head, jaw tight. “It’d blow up the company image, the family rep, everythin

he growls before slamming his hips against mine and emptying himself inside me. Then he leans over as me, panting as hard as I am. “Do you think the time has finally arrived?” he asks quietly. “Let’s hope so.” Stephanie POV I tried not to let the news of my father’s mind slipping upset me, but it’s impossible not to. My father is the only family I have left other than Will and Kayla. I don’t trust that Elena and Lysa are caring for him properly. After he told me, Will held me, pushing his calm into me. I opened myself to the bond, knowing that getting worked up isn’t good for me or Kayla, but I still wanted to try and reach out to my father.

Ever since leaving the party Stev had looked very upset. "Are you okay?" asked Bella again. And Stev just nodded in return. "I'm fine," said Stev. Bella knew very well that the man was not okay. Maybe Stev said that because he didn't want Bella to see him as a pathetic person. Because his father remarried and he didn't really like his stepmother now. Bella was sure Stev must have been devastated by the facts. Though the man looked strong on the outside, Bella was sure that Stev must have had a fragile side.