Silence can never be bought
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  • Reads 15,526
  • Votes 200
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 36m
Complete, First published Mar 23, 2023
Mature
You come home from campus unannounced one weekend and catch your dad's friend Joel in bed with your stepmother.   You haven't decided what to do with all this power, but Joel may have plans of his own for how to keep you quiet.   Meanwhile, he stops sleeping with her.  Try as you might, you can't stop thinking about the eyeful of him you saw that night, or the way he reacted when he saw you standing there.
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34 parts Ongoing Mature

"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?