RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.
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This book contains extremely explicit sexual content, taboo stepfather/stepdaughter dynamics, power play, and graphic erotic scenes. Strictly 18+ only. Read at your own risk.
“Don’t make a sound,” he growled against my ear, his hand sliding between my thighs. “Not one sound, or I stop and we both know you don’t want me to stop.”
He was right.
God help me, he was right.
Caden Voss is my stepfather. Forty-two, ruthless, built like sin and cold as steel. The kind of man who makes grown men flinch and panties drop without trying. He married my mother.
And he has his fingers buried inside me while my mother sleeps down the hall.
I came back home at twenty-one thinking I could handle him. Thinking the attraction was just a stupid crush I’d grown out of.
But nothing prepares you for Caden Voss up close his voice, his hands, the way his eyes strip you naked before he’s touched a single inch of you.
He fought it. Weeks of cold silences and hard stares and pretending he didn’t watch my mouth when I talked.
Then one night he stopped pretending.
Now he has me bent over his desk every chance he gets, hand wrapped in my hair, whispering filthy things against my skin that make me forget my own name. He knows exactly how to make me beg.
Exactly how to stretch me open and fill me so deep I’m sobbing into the pillow trying not to wake the whole house.
It’s wrong. It’s filthy. It’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Not even a little.
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Chapter: Chapter seventy two: Ordinary****Aria**An ordinary day turned out to be the most extraordinary thing we'd had in a month.Which sounds like something on a motivational poster and I'm aware of that but it's genuinely true, so.We stayed in bed until ten, which for Caden was basically unheard of and for me was medically necessary given the previous four weeks, and nobody knocked on the door and nothing buzzed with urgency and the only sound was Minnesota doing its quiet winter thing outside the windows.At ten we made breakfast together.Actually together, both of us in the kitchen, which produced the specific comedy of two people discovering their kitchen styles were completely incompatible. Caden approached cooking the way he approached everything — with preparation and precise timing and an opinion about which pan was correct for which task. I approached cooking the way I approached most things — with good intentions, approximate measurements, and the conviction that it would probably be fine.It was
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
Chapter: Seventy one: Last Morning**Caden**Eleanor and James and Sophie left on Friday morning.I drove them to the airport.All three of them, two rental cars' worth of luggage between them because Eleanor had apparently acquired things during the week without acknowledging it, and Sophie had a camera bag that had multiplied somehow, and James was the only one who'd arrived with a single case and left with the same single case which I respected.Aria didn't come to the airport.Not because of any problem — she'd said goodbye properly at the house, hugging Eleanor for a long time, exchanging numbers with Sophie, having a quiet conversation with James on the porch that I hadn't heard and hadn't needed to. She'd said she wanted the airport to be mine.I think she understood something about it that I hadn't said out loud.That it was going to be harder than I expected.I'd known Eleanor for five days.James for four.Sophie for four.That should have been too short for the particular weight I felt loading
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Chapter: Chapter seventy: Sophie’s QuestionAriaThe week with Eleanor and James and Sophie staying with us moved faster than I expected.Not the frantic, crisis-driven fast of the month before, but the ordinary kind of fast that comes from days being full of good things — Eleanor and Margaret deep in restoration projects together, James and David walking the St. Paul site twice and coming back each time with sketches and disagreements that resolved into something better than either had alone, Sophie quietly observing everything with her camera mostly down but her eyes never quite off.By Thursday I’d stopped thinking of them as guests.That was the thing nobody warned you about family arriving suddenly — how fast the strangeness wore off and left something that felt like it had always been there, just delayed.Sophie found me alone in the kitchen Thursday morning, early, before anyone else was up. She was already dressed, camera bag over her shoulder like it lived there permanently, and she sat across the is
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter sixty nine: A Real Family DinnerCadenWe had everyone at the house for dinner that night.Eleanor and James and Sophie, obviously. But also David, who arrived at six with a bottle of wine he’d chosen carefully, and Thomas, who Aria had invited at the last minute because she said he’d earned a place at a table like this after twenty-two years of carrying a key in his wallet. Margaret came too, at Diane’s invitation, the two of them having developed an easy rhythm of including each other in things without either of them needing to ask permission first.Eleven people.I counted them at one point, standing at the head of the table I’d eaten alone at more times than I cared to remember, and felt the specific vertigo of a room I’d known one way my whole life suddenly being something else entirely.Diane and Mrs. Dalton had cooked enough food for twice that number, the particular generosity of women who understood that abundance was its own kind of welcome. We ate at the long table in the dining room
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter sixty eight:The Chapter Full TableAriaJames hugged Caden the same way Eleanor had.No hesitation, no careful first-meeting choreography, just arms around him and a held breath that released into something genuine, and I watched Caden absorb it with the same slight stillness he’d had with Eleanor at the airport, the kind of stillness that meant his body was catching up to what his head had already accepted.“You’re taller than I pictured,” James said, stepping back.“I get that,” Caden said.“It’s the photos,” James said. “They never give the full scale of you.” He looked at Caden properly, the assessing architect’s look, and I watched him take in things the rest of us probably missed — the proportions of him, the way he held himself, things James’s profession had trained him to notice in everything he looked at.“Stop measuring him,” Eleanor said. “Sit down. Coffee. This place is exceptional.”Sophie hung back slightly, hands wrapped around the strap of her bag, looking at the four of us with t
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter sixty seven:Eleven O’ClockCadenWe left for the airport at ten fifteen.Aria in the passenger seat in the green dress she’d changed into at the last minute because she’d held it up in the morning light and decided it was exactly right after all. My mother had seen her come downstairs in it and said simply — beautiful — with the particular warmth of a woman who had decided to be generous with the people she loved even when generosity cost something.I’d looked at her in the green dress in the morning hallway and said nothing because nothing was sufficient and she’d read my expression and said don’t and I’d driven us to the airport in a state of concentrated restraint that she found amusing.“You can say something,” she said in the car.“I’m driving,” I said.“That’s not a reason,” she said.“It’s the reason I’m giving,” I said.She turned to look out the window and I could see in my peripheral vision that she was smiling.Minneapolis-Saint Paul International was doing its usual thing — the partic
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
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