All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aleen's POV:: "Your tardiness is unacceptable, Aleen," my stepfather's baritone voice boomed in the dimly lit sitting room, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, a mix of fear, realization, and anticipation coursed through me as I squinted, attempting to locate his position in the room. My heart raced when I saw a looming figure advancing towards me. Every nerve in my body tingled in ways I had never experienced before. "Damn it, Aleen! He is your father," a voice in my head scolded, but my body arrogantly ignored it. In the presence of Stéphane, my senses were rendered useless, my body subjected to his every whim. There was something about this man that had a hold over me, something that made me want to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take me as he pleased. From the first time my mother introduced me to Stéphane as her soon-to-be husband after the death of my father three years ago, I knew he was trouble. Standing before me, tall and commanding, exuding a mascul

Stephane's POV::"Look at that ass. So fucking perfect." I grunt. She is. Aleen looks back at me with bright hungry eyes. She is killing me. I am so hard, I could lose my mind. But I don't just want to give her what she wants. I want to make her beg for it. Unexpectedly, I pull my palm back and smack her ass cheek not too gently but not too hard either, the sound rings in my ears, her soft cheeks ripple and I grip her waist for support. Aleen moans out loud. She looks back at me, biting her lips. "You naughty girl. You like that, don't you?" I ask, my dark eyes burn onto her skin, I haven't touched her how I want yet but I am so already so hard. I want her so desperately. This is madness. Utter madness. But it is so hard to turn away from her and those seductive eyes. She wrapped her hands around my cock earlier and I can't think straight anymore. Fuck. This is so wrong but I am feral with need for her at this point. Nothing short of the end of the world would stop me from taking h

Aleen's POV::"Yes. I went crazy. I couldn't resist him. I swear. I don't know what came over me, Charlie. It was insanely intense. You know how I feel about him. How badly I have been fantasizing about him. I told you I caught him jerking off and he called me name. This was a long time coming." I breathe the words. They are the truth. I knew what I was doing in the moment and yet I couldn't stop. Even now, the guilt still hasn't hit. It makes me wonder what kind of a person I am in general. Christine, my mother and I don't have the best relationship but we get along. When we are apart from eachother. We can never stay in the same house together for too long. But all that is no excuse. It really isn't. I just fucked my stepfather and I enjoyed it. I don't feel any remorse yet. "Am I a bad person?" I ask Charlie, she is still staring at me like she can't recognise me. I know she is not judging me. She is just actually very surprised I went ahead and did what I had been fantasizing ab

Aleen POV::The music fades and before the next one could start, I try to pull away from Stephane, to escape before I lost my mind totally, but his hand on my lower back is firm, unyielding. He is not done with me. My heart rate picks up pace and I know my face is one huge guilty tomato. Thankfully, the dance floor is dimly lit so those around can't decipher what is going on. My next best shot is to bury my face in his shoulders, I don't want to do that. He smells too good. It is a lure that can pull me in."No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms. I don't have a response to that with the wild way my heart is be

Aleen POV::"I am sorry. I wanted to change my mind." I tell him. He is still sitting, legs wide open, head laid back and relaxed, though I feel his dark eyes rove over my body, so intensely that my nipples go hard at the intensity behind that stare."But you didn't. That is why you are here." Stephane says. His leisurely tone doesn't set me at ease. I look around the apartment, at least what I can make out in the dull red lights, the living area we are in is decorated luxuriously with expensive furnishings. There is a huge refrigerator in the corner with an island kitchen top that passes for the kitchen space. And that is it for the living room. I get the sense that the other room, out of my direct eye line is what I should be interested in. Whether it is a bedroom or not, I can't tell. "Yes." I whisper. I am standing about ten feet away from him. I want to get closer but I also just want to keep standing here. Away from him, but not really. We both know it. I am all his. There is n