All Chapters of In Love With My Stepson: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Disclaimer: This chapter contains BDSM themes, including power dynamics and restraint. Reader discretion is advised.‘Just what vile things is Lennox planning on doing to me in this nightmare of a room?’Lennox jerks his head toward my lingerie panties, and my eyes drops down to it. ‘He wants me to take these off too?’‘Of course he does’My fingers tremble as they hook into the waistband of my panties, slowly peeling them down my bare thighs. When the fabric pools at my ankles, I step out, straightening back up, our eyes meet.His eyes gleam with a sharp, predatory intensity, dark and unyielding as they lock onto me. “Good,” he murmurs. “Come here,” he orders, pointing toward a strange bench with belt cuffs and chains attached to it.I walk towards it my eyes darting anxiously between it and Lennox trying to understand why he wants me near such a furniture.“Have you ever been stimulated for hours non stop?” he asks, and I turn to him with both a shocked and confused expression.He

*Ryan’s Narration*“My mother, Olivia Zephyr was everything my father was not—kind, spiritual, full of joy and hope. She always saw the good in everything, gave everyone a chance.But then, she gave my father a chance… and stupidly fell for him.Initially, My mom believed him to be merely the troubled son of an affluent man. However, as they got married , she uncovered a startling truth—she had become entwined with a formidable mafia empire that ruled the underworld.Yet, her feelings for my father didn’t change mch. She still loved my father, and so did my father. He loved her, so dearly, she was his everything, his treasure, his obsession, she made him want to change, even if it was the slightest bit of change— but that was impossible.For a while, their lives were relatively normal.Until my mother learned just how many people my father had killed, since he was sixteen.My father of course kept it a secret from her, but… the truth always finds its way out.Three months into their mar

TRIGGER WARNING: May contain dubious content, readers discretion is advised.“Tonight, my cock will teach you a better lesson than those silly toys,” Lennox says, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger as he rips off his shirt.My heart thuds loudly against my chest, as he hovers over me. My breath catches in my throat as he abruptly pulls up my loose dress revealing my pale skin, and he snaps it out of my body.“Lennox” I pant, “I’m sorry I won’t be late again, please be gentle with me.”A sly grin spreads across his lips as he chuckles darkly, “You just love to piss me off, don’t you? Then beg, acting all innocent. Expecting what? pity?”He leans in his hot breath fanning my neck. “ I told you it only makes me want to crush you more,” he whispers, something much more dangerous in his tone than his words.His body presses against mine as he grips my bra top, tearing it away. His hands seize my breasts, drawing loud gasps from my lips“Let’s see how much you enjoy your pussy getting re

I’ve been in the living room for hours, sunk into one of the plush sofas, watching staff and Lennox’s men pass by as they go about their duties. But none of it registers.My thoughts are fixated on one thing.‘I’m pregnant.’And I still don’t know how to reveal it to everyone, especially Lennox.“Ma’am… Madam Hazel!” A voice pulls me from my daze. My unfocused eyes settle on the blurred figure in front of me.“Adora?” I murmur.“Yes, ma’am, it’s me. Adora,” she says sarcastically, a hint of humor in her voice.“Master is on his way. I suggest you wait for him at the entrance,” she informs me. I give a barely noticeable nod and rise to my feet, only to stumble. But Madam Adora is quick to catch me.“Are you okay, Hazel?” she asks, brows raised, her hands gripping my forearms firmly.“Yes… yes,” I reply, pulling away from her grasp. I can feel her suspicious gaze on me as I walk away, but I ignore it.I make my way to the lobby that leads to the grand double doors of the entrance.Two m

~HAZEL~“Mmmh!… Hah… ha… yes… yes—Ryan! Right there,” I moan, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he plunges his cock into me.It’s midnight—1 AM to be exact—and I’m on top of Ryan, straddling him on the couch in his room. Yet, he’s still the one in control, driving into me like he wants to own every inch of me. He makes sure each measured thrust fills me deeply, leaving me shuddering.My fingers clutch his head, tangling into his brunette curls and scraping his scalp. Our foreheads are against each other, eyes locked, and I stare deeply into his hazel eyes, getting lost in the way they darken with hunger.I move my hips, trying to match his rhythm, to take back some control, but he’s not having it.“You’re not leaving this couch until I’m done with you,” he grunts. His hands grip my waist, fingers digging in, holding me steady as he takes over, setting the pace—long, deep strokes that make my thighs quake.Hell! I can’t take it anymore!I feel myself gush around him, my wetness