All Chapters of Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The knock came again, softer this time, but it still jolted through me like a spark. I sat frozen on the stool, charcoal smudged across my fingers, staring at the mess of lines on the paper that refused to become anything real. My heart thudded heavy against my ribs. Part of me hoped he’d just walk away. The bigger part knew he wouldn’t. “Lila.” Damien’s voice filtered through the door, low and edged with something I couldn’t name. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” I wiped my hands on my shorts, leaving dark streaks behind, and crossed the room. When I opened the door he filled the frame, shoulders tense, storm-gray eyes locked on mine like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes. The hallway light caught the fresh scratch marks on his neck from last night. My marks. I stepped back without saying anything. He came in anyway, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that felt louder than it should. “You’ve been gone all afternoon,” he said, leaning against the edge of

I opened my mouth to reply, my tongue suddenly thick and clumsy, the practiced lie already halfway formed on my lips. “Nothing really, Mom. Just... art stuff, you know? Deadlines and—” My voice faltered as a sudden roar of noise erupted from outside the house. Shouts overlapping, the relentless *click-click-click* of camera shutters like a swarm of mechanical insects, tires grinding against the gravel driveway. Aggressive knocking hammered on the front door, sharp and insistent, rattling the frame. It wasn’t just one person. It sounded like a mob. Mom’s smile faded instantly, her brows knitting together in confusion as she pulled back from the hug, one hand still resting lightly on my arm. “What in the world is going on out there?” Her voice was light at first, almost amused, like she expected neighborhood kids pulling a prank. Richard straightened, his easy post-honeymoon glow vanishing as he exchanged a quick glance with Damien. “Stay here,” he muttered, but his feet were already

--- The house felt strangely quiet after the press had finally dispersed, chased off by Richard’s booming threats of legal action and the arrival of a couple of neighborhood security guards. Mom and Richard had retreated to the master bedroom to process everything—adoption bombshell, our confession, the sudden decision to arrange a marriage. Damien and I stood in his old room, the door clicked shut, the weight of the day pressing down on us like a storm that had finally broken. I turned to him, my eyes still puffy from earlier tears, but my heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. “Damien... we’re really doing this. Marriage. No more hiding. No more pretending this is wrong.” He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his broad chest. His heart hammered under my cheek, strong and steady. “Yeah, princess. I spent so long running from this—from you—because I thought the blood tie made it unforgivable. But now? Knowing the truth... it feels like the universe finally gave us permis

The lecture hall smelled of old wood, dry paper, and the faint buzz of nervous freshmen. Mia Sinclair didn’t belong among the nervous ones. At twenty-one and in her final year, she had already aced every literature course that mattered. But this one was different. This one had Professor Adrian Vale. She arrived early and took the exact center seat in the front row, crossing her long, toned legs so her short black pleated skirt rode dangerously high on her thighs. Her white blouse was tailored tight, the top buttons undone just enough to show the soft swell of her full breasts and the delicate black lace bra underneath. She wanted him to notice. She *needed* him to notice. When Adrian Vale entered the room, the air shifted. He was six-foot-three of pure authority—broad shoulders filling out a crisp charcoal waistcoat and white shirt, dark wavy hair with silver threading the temples, and piercing grey-blue eyes that scanned the room like a predator assessing prey. At thirty-seven, he

The university library’s restricted upper floor was nearly deserted by 9 PM. Only the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of old wooden shelves broke the silence. Mia had claimed a corner table in the rare books section, surrounded by towering stacks that smelled of dust, leather, and aged paper. Her laptop was open to notes on *Delta of Venus*, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the thick load of Professor Vale’s cum still faintly leaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d changed into after his office. She crossed her legs, feeling the soreness between them, and smiled to herself. Footsteps echoed from the end of the aisle. Adrian appeared between the shelves like a shadow, carrying a small stack of reference books. He froze when he saw her. “Miss Sinclair,” he said tightly, voice low enough not to carry. “This is not a good idea.” Mia leaned back in her chair, letting her short skirt ride up. “I’m just studying, Professor. You’re the one who came t