All Chapters of Please me, Stepdaddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The sound hit me first, tearing right through me.That familiar low groan Kyle made when he was close,the one he used to whisper against my neck like I was the only girl in the world. Now it was spilling out of him while he fucked some other girl on the bed very hard and fast while her legs wrapped tight around his waist like she belonged there.I couldn’t breathe, My hand stayed frozen on the doorknob, the silk dress I’d picked for him suddenly feeling cheap and stupid against my skin. The girl’s moan cut through everything, high and needy, and Kyle didn’t even notice me at first, not until she gasped and froze underneath him.“Kyle…. shit… ”He jerked his head around, eyes wide. “Liana, baby, wait… this isn’t… fuck, let me explain …”I didn’t scream, rather did I cry. I just closed the door quietly like shutting away the last good thing I thought I had. My bare feet carried me down the hallway, the marble cold and unforgiving under my soles. Everything inside my chest felt cracke

The rest of the day dragged like it was trying to punish me.I stayed locked in my studio for hours, pretending to paint,my canvas stayed blank.Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to breakfast,my stepdad knee pressed against mine under the table, his voice saying “princess” like it was something filthy and sweet at the same time. My pussy kept getting wet again just thinking about it. I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice.By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down.My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank mor

My body was still buzzing hours later, but my mind wouldn’t shut up.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thighs sticky again even after I’d cleaned up. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Hermes’s fingers inside me, heard his voice growling “this greedy little cunt is mine.” The guilt was eating me alive now. Not just because of Mom, but because part of me didn’t care part of me wanted to sneak back to his room right now and beg him to finally fuck me properly.A soft knock on my door made me jump.“Liana?” Kyle’s voice, low and careful. “Baby, please,I know you’re in there.”My stomach dropped,I hadn’t answered any of his texts all day. I thought ignoring him would make him disappear. Apparently not.I opened the door just a crack, not letting him inside. He looked rough, eyes red, hair messy, the same shirt from the wedding night. “What do you want, Kyle?”“To explain.” He tried to push the door open wider but I held it firm. “That girl meant nothing, I was drunk, and didn't kn