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His gaze locked onto mine, piercing me with a gleam that made my skin crawl. My mother's smile was so huge on her face, a wicked contrast to my despair. "Sophia, meet Jack, your new stepfather," she announced, her words dripping with excitement. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Stepfather? No, this couldn't be happening.

Now I want something totally different. I glance over at daddy, who turns his head suddenly when I catch his eyes examining my body. What if I just go over there and... But my thought is interrupted as Lin walks into the room. Her look of confusion is charming as she holds her books up to her chest, emphasizing that mousy sense of innocence. “Hey, Lin,” I perk up, “this is my stepfather.” “Oh, hey,” she mumbles, “I didn't know you were going to have anyone over. I can head over to the library if you need the room for a bit.”

My mother’s eyes sparkled with pride as she stood by my side, and then I felt his presence—*The Malhotra*, my new stepfather, stepping forward. Before I could react, he pulled me into a gentle, warm embrace. At first, I was startled, but then something unexpected happened. The warmth of his hug, the way his arms wrapped protectively around me—it felt so real, so genuine. It wasn’t just some obligatory gesture. It felt... like family.

ELYSIA. That rude man from the day before... He's Mr. Steele's son? His hazel orbs were on me lazily, and he had an indifferent expression. Should I say the universe is truly against my happiness in my mom's home? Why would this man of all people be my stepbrother? Slight annoyance was starting to boil in me. I suddenly realized Mr. Steele was waiting for my response with the same smile still on his lips. "Oh, hello-- Zane." I forced a smile.

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

“See? Don’t cry about Ben’s little boy dick when you have this big daddy dick to keep you satisfied at home.” “It is really big.” I said, my heart pounding as I stared at my new stepfather’s meat log. “I have an idea. Get down on your knees.” he said, pulling his pants down all the way, and standing next to me as he forced me to the floor. “What are you doing?” “Let’s take some pics of our own, and then send them to Ben and Sarah for revenge.” he said. I paused, my head spinning with so many thoughts that I was struggling to process them. In the heat of the moment, it sounded like a pretty good idea.

Or just how he knew exactly how to unravel me? Dammit, Soraya. He is still your ex’s stepfather. Revenge. That is all this was supposed to be. His help. Nothing more. “Now tell me, little kitten.” He yanked my finger free. His voice turned rough. Snapping me back as his eyes bored into mine. “No!” I moaned without meaning to, my hand twitching as I tried to pull my finger back. He caught it before I could retreat fully, his grip firm but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I froze.

It is small enough. “I hate what fate did to us“ he said.The words were said in a low tone. Almost impossible for me to listen to but I heard them anyway “And I hate that you’re the one who has to pay the price. ” Before I could even give out a reply, he was gone, his heavy boots echoing down the hall. Leaving me in my thoughts wondering what the hell I just did.I just kissed my stepfather and he is my mate.This made me feel guilty for my actions.The mere thoughts of my mothers face was enough to increase it.

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”

You accepted what you had or walked away. After I turned fourteen, one night, I was woken up with him , my stepfather, next to me in bed. He covered my mouth and slipped his fingers inside my panties, touching me to satisfy himself. My brothers slept in the same room. I was never sure if they saw what happened.