FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son

Jade’s POV

“Stand and watch Jade; don’t move an inch." Stormy whispered in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine before walking up to the girl in front of him. This wasn’t the first time he was doing this.

My stepbrother made me watch him make out with every girl he brought home. That’s my punishment for being his stepsister, he always says. He nudged his head, kissing the base of her neck as he kept stealing glances at me.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers slightly caressing her breast. "Ahhh,” the girl moaned softly as he dipped his finger in her pants. I swallowed hard as I watched them, knowing fully well it was turning me on.

I was just 19 and had never experienced whatever I was seeing in front of me, but I felt every single thing Stormy was doing to her. And with a swift movement, he stripped her naked, placing her on the bed before sliding his manhood in her.

He drove in and out of her, making her scream out in estacy. I shut my eyes, facing downwards, as I couldn’t take it anymore, but Stormy was quick to notice. “Hey bi*ch, raise up your fucking head,” he said with a grin playing on his lips.

They continued for hours while I stood there exhausted. And after what felt like an eternity they both climaxed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Seeing that they were fast asleep, I sneaked out of his room back to mine.

I fell on the bed, my legs aching badly, and drifted off to sleep.

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“Yes, daddy, fuck me harder.”

“Oh yessss…. Oh yesss, Stormy.”

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block the taunting memories of last night in my head. "Ahhh,” I groaned as I stood up from my bed. I had to wake up before my stepfather and stepbrother. 

For two days, I hadn't slept well, all thanks to Stormy, who made me stay awake just to watch him and his whore again. I had a lot of work to do. I started washing dishes, then cleaned the house. 

My body ached, and my head spun. I felt tired, but I couldn't stop. After an hour, I knew I needed a break, so I sat on the floor in the living room corner. I wasn’t allowed on the couch anyway. 

This house and everything in it belonged to my late mother, but I was still treated like trash. I rested my head on my knees, feeling unhappy and exhausted. As I sat on the floor, exhaustion took over. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep.

But my rest was short-lived when I suddenly felt my hair being dragged, making me stand up to my feet. Looking up, my eyes met Stepbrother's, his eyes full of rage. 

He dragged me through the living room till we got outside, giving me no space to steady my feet. “You’re hurting me, Stormy." I cried, but he didn’t bulge, and before I knew what was happening, he pushed me into the pool while still holding my hair. 

I could feel him press me with force while I struggled to breathe. "Look at your face, Jade!" Stormy said, laughing. 

"It's priceless!" I kicked and struggled to stay afloat, but the pool water kept entering into my mouth, nostrils, and ears. I lost count of how many times I swallowed it. My body felt heavy, and my lungs burnt.

"Hel...help...please..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible. "What did you say, Jade? Stormy asked, feigning ignorance. I saw blurry dots, my vision fading. My body and mind were exhausted. I couldn't fight anymore.

And just when I thought I'd sink, he brought my face out of the water. I coughed and opened my eyes. Confusion surrounded me. "Am I in heaven?" I asked, hopeful.

Stormy burst into laughter. "No, you’re still in hell, Jade. You’re still useful to me, so you should be grateful you’re not dead," Stormy sneered. 

"I wish I was." I muttered under my breath. "What was that?" Stormy’s eyes narrowed.

"Nothing," I replied, tears streaming down my face. Stormy’s face twisted in anger immediately. He grasped my cheeks, squeezing painfully. "You're hurting me," I pleaded, struggling to break free.

But his grip tightened. “Who asked you to leave without my permission last night?” He asked. I winced, pain shooting through my face. “I’m sorry it won’t happen again; just let go of me,” I begged with teary eyes. 

"What happened here stays secret," Stormy threatened. "If you tell Dad, I'll make sure you suffer a slow, painful death while I watch. And no one will remember you. Understand?"

I struggled, still trying to break free from his grip. “Am I clear?!" he yelled. "Yeah, I won't tell," I stammered. And just immediately his phone rang, and then he picked it up. From the way his facial expression changed, the issue looked serious.

“Just give us one week,” Stormy pleaded, but it seems the person on the other end wasn’t having it. “I’m giving you 24 hours,” the voice said, and before Stormy could say anything, the person hung up. 

“Fuck!” Stormy yelled, looking frustrated, as he smashed his phone on the floor before aggressively running his hand through his hair. He turned to look at me, his jaw clenched, before he released his grip on my hair.

As I slowly helped myself out of the pool, I heard my stepfather call me, "Jade!!"

"I'm coming, sir!" I shouted, trying to get up from the ground. I rushed back into the house, cleaning my tears and composing myself. "Where were you and why are you all wet?" My stepfather asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I was cleaning the pool area, and then I mistakenly fell into the pool, sir," I stuttered. My stepfather's gaze lingered, but he said nothing.

"Get my outfit ready, and after that, make breakfast. I’ll be going to work early today.” He ordered.

"Yes, sir," I responded. "And be fast about it!" He yelled. He was my stepfather but never allowed me to call him dad again. He always treated me nice but completely changed after I lost my mom.

He turned into a complete monster, like a father like a son, they say. I hurried to his wardrobe, picking out his outfit for the day as I shivered in my wet clothes. As I worked, my mind wandered to the pool incident. 

Stormy’s threat echoed in my mind: "No one will miss you; no one will remember you." I shivered as tears welled up in my eyes. Will no one truly remember me? 

After I was done with his outfit, I went downstairs to prepare his coffee and scrambled eggs. I went back up to serve him in his room, where I met Stormy and his dad arguing, and the moment they saw me, they went mute.

Stormy sighed and left the room, still frustrated. I wondered what was actually going on but couldn’t dare to ask. I offered him his meal while I stood and watched him eat; that was the rule.

"Are you trying to kill me?" My stepfather suddenly yelled, his face red with anger as he threw the tray on the floor, the coffee splashing everywhere.

"I don't understand... is something wrong, sir?" I asked, confused. “Why did you make the coffee so hot?” He demanded.

"No, I didn't. It wasn’t intentional, sir,” I explained. Before I could say more, he slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"When I talk to you, keep quiet and accept your mistake, you worthless piece of shit!" He bellowed. "Sir, please, It wasn’t intentional. Please spare me," I begged.

"So, you're calling me a liar?" He snapped. "No, sir...please!" I pleaded. But he didn't listen. He rolled up his sleeves, pulled out his belt, and began hitting me repeatedly.

I cried out in pain, pleading for mercy. But I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. I fell to the ground, helpless. The belt kept coming down; each hit burnt my skin.

“You’re worthless to me anyway; you’d be better off a sex slave to someone else. I could definitely use you to get what I want,” he said. And in that moment I felt my heart stop beating.