Knocked up by my new Stepdad

I had only one plan: To git rid of my new stepdad. I never knew; I'd fall hard for him! His free hand slid under my sweater, cupping my breast and pinching the nipple through my bra until I gasped into his mouth. "Clothes off," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you, remind myself you're all mine." "Mark, Carl's right outside the door," I protested, but my hands were already tugging at his shirt. "Door's locked and soundproof. Do it now." He backed me toward the couch, helping yank the sweater over my head and shoving my jeans down my legs. I stood there in my black lace thong and bra, and he dropped to his knees without a word, his eyes hungry as he gripped my thighs. "Spread those legs for me, baby." I did, bracing one hand on the couch arm as his mouth covered me, his tongue flat and hot against my clit, sucking just right while two thick fingers thrust deep inside and curled to hit that spot. "You taste so damn good-all mine," he growled between licks, the vibration sending me over the edge fast. My legs shook as the orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out his name, grinding against his face. He stood up quick, pants shoved down, his thick cock hard and ready. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, impaling me in one smooth thrust. My back hit the leather couch, and he pounded into me rough and deep, his hips snapping with every word. "No one touches what's mine. No one even looks too long." The pleasure built again fast, and I shattered around him, pulling him over the edge too as he groaned and spilled hot inside me, holding us locked together while we caught our breath.

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Chapter 4

Viola

I went up to my room and sat on the bed for a little while, trying to calm down after everything downstairs. I grabbed my phone and called a couple of my friends, then sent them some quick texts to check in.

"You'll see the surprise tonight," I messaged one of them with a winking emoji. I had a big crush on one of my classmates-he had beautiful hair and an amazing build. All the girls at school chased after him. Honestly, I really wanted him tonight. I wanted to feel something exciting, something that was just for me.

The dress Mom's husband had brought with the outfit? It was perfect. Definitely, the guys at the party would be all over me tonight.

I kept checking the clock every few minutes, waiting impatiently so I could get up, start getting dressed, do my makeup, and style my hair. I wanted everything to look perfect. And sure enough, as soon as it hit 6:00, the maids knocked gently on my door. "We're ready to help you get dressed and prepared for the party," one of them said politely. "It's in an hour-that's Mr. Mark's orders."

"Fine," I said, trying to sound casual even though I was buzzing with excitement. What did that mean exactly? I wouldn't go down to see the party guests, cause a little chaos, embarrass him in front of everyone, make him look bad, and then head to my own party, have fun, lose my first time, and hook up with someone new.

Dad, I'd win the bet-everything. And honestly, the makeup, hair, everything-they were pros. They worked quickly and made me look incredible.

I was impressed, even with my own look after I got dressed. Then I put on the dress and shoes. It was about 7:10. They said, "Now you're ready. Mr. Mark has arrived-you need to go down now."

"Whatever," I said, and headed downstairs. The atmosphere was straight out of a celebrity event-for a billionaire, no doubt. He really went all out.

The artists I saw? I'd only seen them on TV before, but they were even better-looking in person. I couldn't have imagined the level he brought. I didn't get it-this party was supposedly for the wedding and moving to the new palace, or Mom's move-in.

The new palace? Clearly, this place had been his for a long time. And everyone was all over him, showing him way too much respect. I even saw a couple of ministers bowing to him slightly.

He must be super important, but not to the point of them kissing his feet or anything-just extra respect on top of the norm.

Of course, I didn't care. I went down and mingled in the hall. As soon as I spotted the bar, I started grabbing glass after glass of whatever looked interesting.

Mom came over close to me and whispered, "How can you be drinking?" Her voice was super low-she was worried someone would notice. At 18, I could lose my first time any time, and she was shocked.

"What?" I said. "Don't act as if you care. You've never cared about me. All you care about is your life, living it up, getting married, falling in love, hooking up. Leave me alone-don't embarrass me tonight."

Mom backed off. She went to stand with her guests for a bit. Then Mom's husband came up to me and snatched the glass from my hand, handing it to a waiter. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

He leaned in low, close to my face. He was tall-about 30 cm taller than me, by the way. "What you're doing is wrong. You think you can embarrass me? I could punish you right here in front of all these people, and no one would say a word."

"You? Punish me?" I shot back. "Who do you think you are? My dad? My own husband?"

He said sarcastically, "If I were your husband, I wouldn't let you out of your room at all."

I gulped nervously.

His words made my heart race-not interest or attraction, but straight-up fear.

I started looking at him differently, staring into his eyes. Was this the guy I'd dreamed about my whole life? How could Mom's husband be the type of dominant, strong character who protects me but controls me at the same time?

I'd always wanted a controlling guy, but I snapped out of it. "He married Mom, idiot. Get him to kick me out, leave us both."

Anyway, I backed away from him, pretending his words annoyed me. "I need to go to the bathroom."

I headed upstairs. After I got there, of course, I checked the time on my phone. My friends were waiting-I'd sent them the palace location. Great.

Without anyone seeing me, I'd slip out the back gate, head to the party, hit the bar, dance, flirt with someone, and finally feel like a real woman.

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When love is repaid with humiliation, pain turns into strength. Aruna came carrying medicine and a slice of birthday cake for the man she loved-Revan. But when she arrived at his house, what she found was not the warm smile she had longed for, but a sight that shattered her heart: Revan kneeling down, proposing to another woman in front of everyone. The medicine she had bought with her hard-earned money was thrown away. The cake she had made with love was crushed underfoot without mercy. And Aruna... was left behind without an explanation-only pain and a pride torn to pieces. On her way home, an accident took not only her strength but also the life of the unborn child she carried within her.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.6

From Ashes to Sunrise

7.6

Due to my family's expectations and obligations, I married Colton in place of my half-sister, Shirley. Eight years later, Shirley, who avoided an arranged marriage, returned to the country, and my husband Colton asked for a divorce. Coincidentally, as my mother was critically ill, I rushed to the hospital, only to unexpectedly collide with my secret admirer. Upon learning about my divorce, he began courting me with genuine determination. After the divorce, I restarted my career and worked diligently to achieve my career goals with newfound support. He offered unwavering support and encouragement, helping me steadily progress. Meanwhile, Colton, who had once insisted on divorcing me, began to regret his decision.

Modern Romance

8.5

From Rejected Omega To The Royal White Wolf

8.5

I stood in the rain, watching my ex-mate place fresh white roses next to a toxic silver chain on my headstone. The epitaph read *Beloved Daughter*, which was laughable. Five years ago, I called my father from a mangled car wreckage, bleeding out. Instead of sending an ambulance, he asked if the car was salvageable. Then Clayton took the phone. He didn't offer help. He used the Alpha Command to reject me while I was dying, all because I was a "weak" wolf and his new favorite, Ainsley, needed his attention. They left me to die in the gutter to protect their reputation. Tonight, I walked into their desperate charity gala, wearing a dress worth more than their entire failing pack. My father didn't weep with relief at my resurrection. He looked at me like a stain on his carpet. "You ungrateful brat!" my aunt shrieked, slapping me across the face hard enough to draw blood. "You were supposed to stay dead! You're ruining Ainsley's night!" They signaled security to dump me in the alley, thinking I was still the powerless girl they broke. They didn't notice the air in the ballroom turn heavy with ozone. They didn't feel the crushing weight of a true predator entering the room. Until the double doors exploded inward. A man with eyes like molten gold stepped through the dust, his terrifying aura forcing every wolf in the room to their knees. He looked at the red mark on my cheek and let out a roar that shook the chandeliers. "WHO TOUCHED MY MATE?!" My father trembled on the floor, looking between the enraged Alpha King and me. "Mate? But... she is nothing." I smiled, my eyes flashing silver. "Hello, husband," I whispered. "Let the execution begin."

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.4

His Tamed Wife, The Wild Heiress

8.4

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

Husband's Scheme Unveiled

9.6

Lin Xi lived a life of perceived bliss until her husband, Mo Yechen, revealed his true, cold nature. After discovering his elaborate deception, she finds herself trapped in a web of betrayal and hidden agendas. As she peels back the layers of their marriage, she uncovers dark secrets that threaten her safety. Lin Xi must navigate a dangerous game of wits to reclaim her freedom and expose the man she once loved in this gripping tale of mystery.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.1

Left To Die: Now The CEO Begs

8.1

On our third anniversary, my husband Marcus walked out on our dinner because his "best friend" Izzy had a crisis. That was the ninth time he chose her call over my presence. According to the sick bet I made with her years ago, it was game over. But the true end didn't come in a restaurant. It happened inside a plummeting elevator. When the cable snapped and the emergency brakes slammed us to a halt, I lay trapped under debris, my leg fractured and head bleeding. Izzy, terrified but scratched-free, screamed for help. Marcus didn't even look at me. He stepped over my broken body to scoop her up. "I've got you, Iz," he whispered, carrying her out to safety while I lay alone in the dust, gasping his name. He left me to die in that metal box. Later, when I confronted him, he called me "unstable" and "jealous." He claimed I was a burden, a placeholder he married just to pass the time until Izzy was ready for him. He even shoved me into a freezing lake to protect her from a confrontation she started. He thought I would always be there, the pathetic wife waiting in the shadows. He thought his love was a prize I would endure any torture to keep. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, threw my ring into the ocean, and vanished without a trace. Three years later, I returned to New York as a celebrated artist, with a man who treated me like a masterpiece, not a prop. Marcus, now ruined by Izzy’s lies and stripped of his fortune, found me. He knelt in the rain on the city street, weeping, begging for one more chance to fix us. I looked down at the husband who had let me drown. "There is no 'us', Marcus," I said calmly. Then I turned my back on him and walked into my future.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Knocked up by my new Stepdad

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