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Chapter 39

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Then Ace led me forward again, and I could feel the shift in temperature. Maybe someone had opened a door or a window to make it feel like we were moving from the cold streets into the warmth of the prince’s “home.”

When we stopped, I heard him call out: “Bring water! Food! Clothes for the maiden!”

Voices responded in the background. The group was playing servants now. The shuffling of feet, the clinking of plates and goblets. Someone even played along, pouring water into a bowl nearby.

Ace guided me toward a seat. I sat down carefully, my palms resting on my lap.

“You are safe here,” he said, his tone lighter now. “No harm will come to you under this roof.”

I tilted my head slightly toward the sound of his voice. “Why do you help me, my lord? I am nothing but a beggar. My eyes are gone, my worth is less than that of a stray hound.”

He stepped closer. I could hear the rustle of his costume.

“Perhaps it is not worth I seek,” he said. “Perhaps it is the truth.”

“Truth?” I echoed
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  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 67

    “Yes, Mum,” I said quietly, my voice trembling. Claire’s eyes swept over the room, her expression perfectly composed. “There you are,” she said, smiling, though her tone wasn’t friendly. “I’ve been looking for you.” I swallowed, trying to steady my breathing. “What for?” “I needed to ask you something,” she said sweetly. Then her eyes slid around the room, taking in the unmade bed, the glass on Ace’s desk, the small distance between me and him. Her smile faltered, replaced by a knowing tilt of her head. “But before that... what exactly were you doing in here?” I froze. Ace didn’t move either. “Mum, it’s not—” I started, but she raised an eyebrow, not at me, but at Ace. “Well?” she asked, her tone changing. “What were you two doing, Ace? Or should I say... what was the dear stepson doing alone with his father’s wife?” Ace’s jaw tightened. He met her gaze without flinching. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Claire’s expression didn’t change, though I saw the flicker

  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 66

    “Ace...” I began but he walked out and stood near the window, his hand on the frame. He wasn’t looking at me, not yet. When he finally turned, he said calmly. “You know what’s been driving me insane?” I forced a small laugh, even though my chest was tight. “That’s a long list, Ace.” He didn’t smile. “It’s you.” My breath caught, though I tried to hide it. “Ace—” “I’m not joking,” he said. “It’s you. Every single day. Every time you walk into a room and pretend you don’t see me. Every time you talk to him.” He meant Scott. He didn’t have to say it. I swallowed hard. “We’ve talked about this.” “No,” he said, stepping closer. “We’ve argued about it. We’ve danced around it. We’ve never really talked.” I stared at my hands, fingers knotted together in my lap. “And what do you want to talk about?” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “How it feels. How it actually feels watching you live in this house with him.” I looked up then. His eyes were darker than usual. “Ace…” I

  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 65

    I stood near the breakfast table, still in my robe. My fingers loosely wrapped around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Scott was already dressed. He stood by the window, looking out toward the gardens. He was supposed to leave for the office. I had already watched his driver pull the car around half an hour ago. But Scott hadn’t moved. When I finally found my voice, I said softly, “Aren’t you going to be late?” He turned slightly. His eyes met mine. “I’m staying home today,” he said. “Home?” I repeated, blinking. “Why?” He walked toward me. “Because I don’t think it’s wise to leave you alone with your mother.” My fingers tightened around the teacup. “Scott, I can handle her.” “I’m sure you think you can,” he said. “But she’s not exactly subtle, Sabrina. Last night should have made that clear.” I dropped my gaze. I had even seen the way my mother leaned forward as though Scott was a man she needed to charm rather than her daughter’s husband. Still, I said, “She’s just tryi

  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 64

    This part was so sensitive to Scott that he gasped out loud. I kissed and licked the very tight piece of skin that went from this point and further down his shaft. It was beautiful to see, to touch, lick, and suck his cock. And I could do this all night. In a circular motion, I used my tongue to massage his sensitive skin. “Yes!” he moaned. With more precum appearing from the tip of his cock, I used my tongue to spread his precum over his taut helmet. Then I spread my lips over the head of his helmet, and very slowly, I went down, taking his warm cock deep into my warm, inviting, and moist mouth before slowly bringing my lips back up. I sucked up and down, up and down. It got me very excited and very wet. Feeling his cock expand even more. I almost continued, wanting his cock to expand and pulsate, and to feel and taste his cum as he ejaculated in my mouth, or to pull away and watch as his cock pulsed and sent streams of cum over my breasts. But I wanted his cock inside me, and I

  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 63

    I returned quickly to my room and the moment I walked through the door, Scott pulled me into a passionate embrace, kissing and caressing my body. I was so confused at his behavior especially since what happened few moments ago with my mum was enough to make him mad. But he wasn’t. He just couldn’t keep his hands off me. He took my hand, and we walked over to the bed where I sat at the edge of the bed while he crouched in front of me. I couldn’t let what happened in the dining room slid, so I spoke up. “Scott...” I said in a soft tone. “I’m sorry about what my mum did, and I know you’re not happy with her here and believe me, I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable in your own house. I just—” He immediately cupped my face and pressed a kiss on my lips, cutting me short mid-sentence. I gave in and kissed him further. I shuddered as he ran his hands all over my body, looking into my eyes as he felt my breasts through my top, then down the sides of my waist, to my thighs

  • Craving My Stepson   Chapter 62

    “I can imagine,” she said after a few minutes of silence, leaning slightly forward. “Sabrina was just telling me how involved you are. You’re such a dedicated man.” Scott nodded once, curtly. “Dedication is necessary.” “Still,” she continued, undeterred, “you should allow yourself to relax more. A man like you deserves some pampering. Don’t you think so, Sabrina?” Her gaze darted to me suddenly, and I froze mid-bite. “I—uh—yes, I suppose,” I muttered. “But Scott’s not really one for pampering.” “Every man needs it,” she said, smiling again. “I could make you some herbal tea later, Scott. It’s good for easing tension. My mother taught me the recipe. I’m sure you’ll love it.” Scott cleared his throat and set his fork down. “I’m fine, Mrs. Vernon. I don’t need tea.” “Oh, call me Claire Scott. You’ve always called me that,” she said quickly, almost too eagerly. “Mrs. Vernon sounds so formal. We’re family now.” I kept my head down, poking at my food. Ace, beside me, was dead silent

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