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From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

“So I thought… maybe… You know… she knows something is amiss between us,’’ he told me. I swallowed his length, then even though I reasoned with his fear, I was too horny to care about what my mother suspected or not. It was her fault to start with. If she had just allowed me to have a boyfriend freely, I wouldn't be stealing her man. “Between her and me... Choose," I asked my stepfather. I sucked him, swirling my tongue over the cap of his dick. I spat on his cock and licked it off. He grabbed my head, aiding my movement. He jerked my head down, bit quickly let go when I bit the cap of his dick. “You are too sweet to compare… to her,” he acknowledged like he was drugged.

I took my phone and opened it, and I went to G****e Chrome to watch porn videos but after a few seconds, I remembered that I had a sneaky telegram link for porn. I decided to go there and watch porn. I took off my headset for a second and heard Mom's scream in the house. They were still having sex. I thought they were going to stop or Mr Aiden goes home from embarrassment but the reverse is the case. I tried to close my eyes to fall asleep after I finished watching and got tired, concluding with the statement "There is nothing really in this life " A few minutes later, my eyes shut out of the world while my spirit transcends to another called my dream world. In that dream, I see my stepdad t

He announced that after many years of mourning my mother, he had found a new partner for himself and a stepbrother for me. I was overjoyed at the prospect of having a new family member, cherishing the thought of no longer being the sole child. However, that happiness was short-lived. One day, I begged my father to buy me my favorite romantic novel that was on sale. Initially reluctant, he eventually agreed, taking my stepmother with him.

Ceen A burning stepfather’s attraction, the man I was not supposed to want, the man I was not supposed to crave, yet I see myself falling deeper and deeper into the chaos unwilling to let go, not that I have done anything intimate with him, but I don't even trust myself enough to not do anything if he's closest centimeter to me.

As I was going downstairs, each step felt like hell because I was getting closer to being sold off by my own father. When he got to the living room, he saw his father, his step mother and his step sister, then he saw two other men sitting on the couch. "Here he is, as Mr Damian Moretti requested" my father shoved me in front of the men. They just looked at me and nodded to each other. Then they brought out a brief case filled with money and handed it to my father. My stepmother jumbed with joy. "Go and pack, you are leaving today" my father told me

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

Behind me, the heavy footfalls of my stepfather's debt collectors echoed, a sinister rhythm that spurred me forward. Suddenly, they were upon me. Rough hands seized my arms, fingers digging painfully into my flesh. I struggled, kicked, and screamed, but my efforts were futile. Through the haze of fear, I saw him, my stepfather, standing a few feet away. A grin stretched across his face, eyes devoid of any semblance of humanity. "You can have her," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Consider the debt paid." "No!" I screamed, pleading. "Please, don't let them—"

my father answered in a low voice. "That's why your daughter was hard-headed and doesn't know how to respect because you spoiled her like that," my stepmother replied angrily. My father lowered his head. I felt even more annoyed with my stepmother because of how she treated my father. She should be thankful that we are here inside the novel, so my father here is not my real father because if we are outside the novel and she happens to be my stepmother there, she will surely taste bad words from me that she has never heard before in her entire life

The question catches me off guard, and I pause, trying to decide how much of my life I’m willing to share with her. I’ve barely known Iva for more than a short time, yet at this moment, I feel a pull to open up. The pain in my chest seems easier to bear with her presence, and maybe, just talking will help me make sense of everything that’s been happening. I sigh deeply, gathering my thoughts before I answer. “I had a fight with my stepfather earlier today,” I say, my voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “It left me feeling really upset, and I just needed some space away from home.”