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Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

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 only felt like I was about to die. Just when I thought I was about to meet God, he let go. His eyes, like those of a hawk, studied me while his lips formed a tight line. I had no doubt that he could pull out a gun and shoot me at any moment. My legs gave out, and I leaned against the railing, my voice trembling, “Please.” He sneered, disdain filling his voice, then turned and walked away. I didn’t see him after that. The next morning at breakfast, I overheard that my stepfather had sent him to Italy. I kept my head down, pretending to eat, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

~ NATALIA ~ Vega Pack, My Pack. Once a safe, decent, innocent place, had become something I could never imagine I could see. Caspian took me out of that packhouse where I had to force myself to walk in front of the monster who killed my father, without throwing a knife at his heart, and it was quite unsettling, now that I had to call him my stepfather and had to witness his and my mother’s closeness. The closeness was literally tearing me apart.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

He snarled at my mother and she retreated into her shell. "Hey, Drake, that's the girl over there. Take her as the payment for the money that I borrowed two months ago,” my stepfather blurted out and my heart dropped into my belly in dismay. I clung to my mother's clammy hand, swerving my head left and right as I tried to understand what was going on before me. Is my stepfather trying to sell me again? One of the men took a step towards me; his eyes, which were full of lust, surveyed my body.

he muttered. I moaned, another chill rolling through me as I did as I was told. I stared into his eyes as he inched closer and closer, his tip finally resting on my outstretched tongue, giving me my first taste of my stepfather’s cock. I closed my lips around it immediately, sucking long and hard as I moaned again, this time with my mouth full. William drew in a quick breath as I took him in deeper, laving him with my tongue, teasing all the spots I knew from my time with Derrick would have him melting in no time. I bobbed along his shaft, my lips slowly stretching to their limit as I made my way down to his thick, throbbing base. Then I buried my nose in his pubic hair, thrashing my head fr

His face was set in a hard, determined expression as his red eyes glazed with anger and I swallowed my spit again when he touched me. He took my neck in his hands and his grip was so tight that I found it difficult to breathe properly as I threw my head back and let the tears fall freely. Who is this man and why did my stepfather bring me here? “You can have her, she’s all yours.” I heard my stepfather say.

Because yet again, Teslo had another quality to sweep me off my feet; I really needed to taste him I had always harboured feelings for my stepfather, but I had never acted on them, knowing it was wrong. Yet, at that moment, I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I felt thirsty all of a sudden. I got up from the bed and walked towards the door. I opened it slightly, the gentle creak ringing a bit. The hallway was clear, and there was no one in sight. Dad must have left already. I took two steps only for me to hear a gentle slam of the door.