𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱

6.2K 257 125
                                    

      WARNING: from this chapter onwards,
       there will be violent and sexual situations
       that may be uncomfortable to some readers.
       As such, I will list the warnings from the
       prelude to better reiterate what will be
       published in future chapters:

       Sexual themes (detailed sex scenes,
       masturbation, hair pulling, gagging,
       choking, biting, orgasm denial, edging,
       dub-con, kissing, touching), forced
       relationships, age gap, mental abuse,
       abuse of power, stalking, violence,
       swearing, gore, obsessive tendencies,
       and yandere behavior.

      If any of these topics make you
      uncomfortable, please exit the story
      immediately.

      As another reminder, the reader is 18
      years old, the legal age of consent in the
      United States, and an adult.

      Viewer discretion is advised.

_________________

chapter thirty one
_________________

chapter thirty one_________________

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

_________________

The moment Devon pressed his lips to (Y/N)'s, all he felt was euphoria—pure bliss that enveloped every single part of his body. He could feel her jolt underneath him, a show that she was shocked and confused, but then she relaxed. More so, she just didn't fight back, something that spurred him on to kiss her even deeper.

Finally, he could entertain his desires.

Finally, he was able to taste her lips, to glide his hands up and down her body, to love her.

It was everything he wanted.

He then pulled away, staring down at (Y/N) who stared back, her lips parted as she panted lightly. She looked slightly dazed, and she felt dazed, too. In the back of her mind, she knew that what Devon did was wrong as he was her stepfather, but at the same time, it didn't feel wrong. To connect so deeply on the same level of pain was what bonded them together, and it ruined whatever morals society had placed upon them. Devon craved a family, therefore craving (Y/N). She wanted to forget, and he could provide that for her.

"This is wrong..." she muttered softly despite not making any move to fight back.

"I know," Devon uttered.

He didn't move, either.

"So, what are we doing, then?"

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘Where stories live. Discover now