Tight Stepdaughter

When my mom married his dad, I promised myself I’d ignore the cocky, too-hot-for-his-own-good stepbrother who lived down the hall. But Jace Carter isn’t just good-looking—he’s trouble in a tight black T-shirt. And when we’re left alone in one house all summer, the line between hate and heat starts to blur. He’s off-limits. But that hasn’t stopped me from dreaming about what’s under his towel… Now he’s staring at me like I’m already his dirty little secret.

BLURB: After an extended silence, she gathered the courage to speak. “Mum, what do you mean? I have my life in Paris.” she implored, clutching her mother’s hand. Lois diverted her gaze, the moment slipping away. “Refusing my offer means also returning all the assistance I provided when your business was in trouble,” she said, rising to leave. “You have just 48 hours to agree to my terms, and remember, I dislike waiting.” Freja has always been in love with Clinton Blackwood before he married her twin sister and since then she has despised him. She maintained her distance from her twin sister, Freya, and her husband enjoying her peaceful and lonely life. Her life took a turn when her sister died. Freja's mum, Lois Aaron, proposed a new business contract for the Greenwoods, leaving them in a tight corner. She was made to get married to her sister's husband a year after her sister's dismay.

“Sandra why did you wear that slutty cloth to the nightclub?” He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes.“You are a naughty girl,” he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears.“That’s for showing what’s mine out!” Prof Tyler murmured before his right hands moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard.“Argggggh,” Sandra screamed.“You get treated like a slut if you act like one,” Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass.“I’m... so...sorrry.. daddy,” Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words Tyler eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously.“This is mine,” He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. “And I don’t want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!” He snapped. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall? Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf.

"Fuck, I am going to cum inside your tight pussy, Daisy" "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" "Yes. Yes, daddies." * The Drakton brothers have never agreed on anything in years. Two rivals, deep hatred. They are hellbent on never agreeing on anything and sharing a woman? It was the last thing any of the brothers would have ever imagined. The last thing until I came through. I wanted them both. They both wanted me. None wanted to give me up and I didn't want to give any up. And for the first time since I knew my father's two friends, they both agreed on one thing. To fuck me. To share me. And I wanted it more than anything. It was wrong. Desiring, wanting or lusting after one of them was wrong but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and hotter.

Blurb His hand rested beside my head, trapping me in place, but it wasn’t his strength that made me breathless, it was the way his voice dropped, husky and low. “You can lie with your lips, Ruelle,” he said, fingers brushing slow over my waist, sending heat curling through me. “But your body screams for me.” I hated how right he was. Hated how easily he read me, how every inch of me betrayed what I wouldn’t say. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I whispered, my voice a shaky mess. His mouth ghosted along my jaw, hot breath skating over my skin. “Then say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too.” I was unraveling, coming apart under the weight of his nearness, the way he smelled, the way his eyes burned like he already owned me. I tried to speak, but his lips were too close, his presence too much. “Thorne…” My voice was a low whisper, a plea for more. For him. “Say it,” he breathed, not touching my mouth, but close enough that I could already taste him. I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “I feel it,” I confessed, my words hot and helpless. “I feel you everywhere.” And that was all it took. His mouth crashed into mine, fierce and claiming, all teeth and heat and desperation. And when he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was rough and ragged. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were.”