How To Handle My Stepfather'S Favoritism?

"Meet my older son, Dino." I can hardly believe my eyes. My mother’s new fiancé is a billionaire Mr. Alessandro. But it’s his son, Dino, who makes my stomach twist. Dino Alessandro, my worst high school nightmare. The boy who made every day a living hell, who left me with a scar that serves as a constant reminder of everything I endured. Now, he’s going to be my stepbrother. But Dino is different now. Gone is the reckless teenager, replaced by a charming, arrogant man who acts as if our past never happened. He seems intent on winning me over, pushing boundaries and testing limits, as if he can erase the hurt with a single smile. But I haven’t forgotten the scar he left on me. I swore to hate him forever. So why can’t I ignore the way my heart races whenever he’s near? When love and hate collide, will my past wounds finally heal, or will he scar me all over again?

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

Bea has always known the rules… until breaking them became impossible to resist. Her stepdad isn’t supposed to be the one who makes her heart race, the one she secretly craves, but some desires don’t listen to reason. When secrets, misunderstandings, and a forbidden attraction collide, Bea’s life is turned upside down. Can love truly survive when it’s taboo? Or will giving in to temptation destroy everything she holds dear?

️ 18+ ONLY. If you are under 18, close this now. 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.

"What are you?" "A naughty girl. Daddy's little girl?" "And whose heart is this?" "It's your heart, Daddy. You're the owner of my heart." -- Ever since I hit puberty, I knew there was something different about me. I had trouble feeling happy and couldn't truly connect with my boyfriend. So he decided to move on with one of my best friends. I was heartbroken, until the day I met Bruce — my father's best friend and my mother's new husband. The man who fixed my heart with his support and presence. He only saw me as his stepdaughter, but I wanted more. I wanted him to help me rebuild myself. I longed for his attention, his guidance, and his affection. I didn't want just a distant father figure — I wanted a real daddy. And that’s exactly what I was going to get. I’m obsessed with my stepfather, and I think he likes me too.

Some people appear in life as blessings in disguise. Not knowing where my life was heading after facing betrayal after betrayal, Someone appeared in my life as my stepdad. What is it? A love? In love with my ex-stepdad whose appearance seems to be a shield for me. Who kept protecting me even after all the lies I had told him. After Mom lied about her identity. I fell in love with him, my mother's contracted husband who divorced her right after he got to learn about her true identity. But he kept me protected as my legal guardian, who makes me his family. And, I fell in love with his sincerity and his warmth.