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Step Sin: A Filthy Forbidden Stepdaddy Erotic Romance
He used to be my stepdaddy. Now he's the only thing I want.
I came home from college expecting a quiet summer with my mom. Instead I found Rafe in the doorway of her bedroom, moving the last of his boxes out after the divorce.
Forty-eight. Tank top. Low jeans. Bare feet on the carpet.
I'd been hiding what I felt for him since the day he married my mother.
The divorce changed everything.
He was barely ever my stepfather. He didn't raise me. He didn't earn the word. He's just a man who used to live in my mother's house, and now he lives three miles away.
He told me no. He told me I was a problem. He told me to go home.
He didn't make me.
What started in his half empty closet ended on his cheap sheets at four a.m., with bruises in the shape of his hands on my hips and his name in my mouth. Once was supposed to be enough. Once was a lie.
I have my mother sleeping three miles away. I have a summer. I have a man who keeps saying this is the last time and keeps opening the door anyway.
I'm twenty-one. I know what I want. And I'm not going home empty.
Content Explicit sexual content for readers 18+. Age gap. Former step-relationship between consenting adults with no prior parental dynamic. .
I came home from college expecting a quiet summer with my mom. Instead I found Rafe in the doorway of her bedroom, moving the last of his boxes out after the divorce.
Forty-eight. Tank top. Low jeans. Bare feet on the carpet.
I'd been hiding what I felt for him since the day he married my mother.
The divorce changed everything.
He was barely ever my stepfather. He didn't raise me. He didn't earn the word. He's just a man who used to live in my mother's house, and now he lives three miles away.
He told me no. He told me I was a problem. He told me to go home.
He didn't make me.
What started in his half empty closet ended on his cheap sheets at four a.m., with bruises in the shape of his hands on my hips and his name in my mouth. Once was supposed to be enough. Once was a lie.
I have my mother sleeping three miles away. I have a summer. I have a man who keeps saying this is the last time and keeps opening the door anyway.
I'm twenty-one. I know what I want. And I'm not going home empty.
Content Explicit sexual content for readers 18+. Age gap. Former step-relationship between consenting adults with no prior parental dynamic. .
152 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 13, 2026
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