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The fantasy was so vivid I could almost smell her skin, feel the warmth of her curves pressing against me. My strokes turned rough and desperate. Veins stood out on my forearm as I worked myself harder, chasing the release I knew I shouldn’t want. Guilt twisted in my gut even as pleasure built like fire in my spine. She was nineteen, she was my stepdaughter. I was supposed to take care of her, not crave her like this. But God, I did crave her.

I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" Videos I watched on G****e about step daughter and step dad were all fiction until now. In my front, it's happening.

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?”

Victor’s hands moved up to squeeze my tits through the dress pinching my nipples lightly as he fucked me. “You feel so good Daddy,” I moaned quietly against his lips. “I love how you stretch me. I’ve been such a bad stepdaughter wanting this for so long. Fuck me harder please. I need to cum on your cock again.” He picked up the pace just a bit, still staring into my eyes, claiming me completely. “You’re mine now, baby girl. This pussy belongs to me. Cum for Daddy whenever you need to. I want to feel you squeezing me.” The pleasure coiled tighter in my belly and my legs started trembling around his waist.

" I sat down on a chair, taking a slow sip from my coffee mug, completely unbothered. George had always been proud of his son being a civil servant. But it was also his Achilles' heel. Sweat broke out across his forehead when he heard my words. "You're my older sister, Anne. Are you really going to just stand there and watch me get bullied like this?" Seeing how insistent I was, George quickly turned to the one person in the family he thought he could still manipulate. "I don't care. I'm listening to my daughter-in-law. That money was saved for her wedding gift. You have to pay me back." Mrs. Hearth turned away, refusing to look at his face.

LENA I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding my breath until the doctor finally smiled. “She’s doing well,” she said, her voice calm but warm, carrying through the tense room. “Tiny, but strong. You have a daughter.” The words sank into me slowly, as though they were too heavy, too miraculous to comprehend right away. A daughter. We had a daughter. My hand flew to my mouth, tears instantly spilling down my cheeks. I turned to Roman, and the look on his face undid me completely.

Dad froze completely. A chill seemed to climb from his feet to the top of his head. At last, he understood. The daughter who once secretly lit up over a single word of praise had disappeared. Mia Lawson had become a perfect, efficient academic machine. Dad's hand trembled. In the end, he turned and left. A suppressed sob escaped his throat. Dad locked himself in his room for a long time before coming out. His relationship with Ava deteriorated, too. Dad did not reflect on his own mistakes. Instead, he vented his anger at Ava with even more cruelty.

Her mother really knew how to frustrate her so much. "And can you be like your sister who is finally ready to settle down? Quit fun and get into something very serious. If you know that your relationship with this new guy is going to be casual, end it now!" She snapped irritatedly at her daughter. It was so easy for her to turn tables of blame just like Dalton.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

"Put yourself together. Don't make me do something I am going to regret." Something inside me snapped. All the fear, all the restraint, all the years of being a dutiful daughter, it all burned away in an instant. I walked toward him, my steps measured, my eyes locked on his. "Of course, you are doing what you will regret already," I said, my voice was low and dangerous. "You are locking up your only daughter. You are forcing her to marry the man who will murder you. You are sealing all our fates because you are too stubborn to listen." The slap came so fast I didn't see it coming. Not at all.