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Chapter 1 “Daddy…” The word slipped out of my mouth in a broken moan as I shoved two fingers deep into my soaked pussy. I was supposed to be studying for the past hour; textbooks were open on the nightstand and notes scattered but my mind drifted back to Steven. My step-dad. Forty-five, built like someone who swung hammers for a living. Broad shoulders, strong forearms with dark hair that made him look rough in the best way possible. He’d been part of my life since I was sixteen, but this summer… something had shifted. The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts.

Thou hast asked me, And my heart beateth against my breast. They watched a weary old woman picking herbs to a sick girl, she cried, and her voice shook so much that it was nearly a rattlesnake. "But the King... he is on his way. He thus has invited the Stepfather to the feast. His 'family' would be glad to see the dawn of the new age. He desires us all to behold you prostrate. My blood ran cold. My stepfather. The man who had sold me like a bit of meat to the highest bidder. The man who had seen me so much and said it was discipline.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

I muttered holding tightly to the sheets as I looked away. "Look Rose, I..." "You don't have to explain anything to me..."I said, cutting him short. "Right!" Without saying anything else, he left the room, closing the door with a small thud! Never in my life have I ever felt so stupid. What was I about to do? What do I think about this man..no not this man, my step father who belongs to my mother.. I'm fifty shades of fucked up and I will have to put a stop to this madness before it gets too late.

Jackla had always been so weak, always too terrified to take real action or seize what she wanted, and her submissive nature pissed me off so bad. I was the complete, ultimate opposite of her. I took another long sip of my wine, the bitter alcohol unlocking a sharp memory from our past. I remembered the exact day she had walked into this house and caught me naked in Fiorello’s bed. She had screamed at me, crying and throwing a tantrum, telling me what I was doing was sick and wrong. But how was falling in love with my own stepfather wrong? We weren’t related by blood, so there was absolutely no crime in taking what belonged to me.

A knock on the door makes me sit up in the bed, I'm ready for the night, hair washed and body eager, pussy already swollen and clit ready. My cunt is already slick and when the door opens, I find my stepfather there instead of my Uncle, oh no…he shouldn't see my like this but I don't cover up. My thick tighs are spread open and knees folded, my hands are behind my back and breasts jutted out, inviting the man to take of a forbidden drink. “Hmm, I was right” My stepfather mutters and the way his eyes roam my body sends goosebumps down my spine…what was he right about?

“Let me go, Kevin!” I desperately try to push him away but his hold on me is too strong. “You should thank that stepfather of yours. “ “His greed is getting out of control.” “All the best women money can buy and he keeps a pretty girl like you too.” He cages me with his arms and presses his body to me. The weight of his body held me in place. I struggle as I try to kick and push him away. He caught my arms and pinned them close to my face. He pressed his body even more and I feel his hardness on my thigh.

And worse, their reasons are almost all the same: at this time we’re not hiring. My heart literally drops to the ground. I’m finished! “I know my father must have spoken to Mr Ken about my application, but when I got the email this morning, I got a little too excited,” she continues to speak. The dread I feel forces my lungs to tighten, each breath forced and barely enough. “I can see why you would want to quit; you clearly don’t need the money. Neither do I, but I mean, Mr Ken is your stepfather, and you’re the daughter of Queenken. She’s my Idol.”

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?

Sharp suit, polished shoes, that "I am better than everyone here posture. Usually, when he walked in, my heart would do this pathetic little skip a mix of fear and that old, gross infatuation. But today? Nothing. I looked at him and all I saw was the man who had told me I was useless. I saw the man who had gotten my mum pregnant and then looked at me like I was an inconvenience. My brain finally registered it, loud and clear: He is just my stepfather. He is just a man. The spell was broken, and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my chest, even if the hole it left behind was still stinging. Chadwick started setting up his laptop, his eyes scanning the room. He usually ignored eve