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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Perfect things don't last
MIGUELThe scent of bacon and coffee drifted upstairs, tugging me gently from sleep. Even before I was fully awake, my stomach rumbled in protest. I blinked into the soft gold of morning light filtering through the mansion’s tall curtains. My body ached in the familiar way of healing, tender but no longer raw. Salvatore’s care had made the difference. Every time I stirred during the night, he’d been there, brushing hair from my eyes and checking my bandages.The cool flooring kissed my feet as I stood. I moved slowly, fighting the stiffness in my side, but it was manageable enough to follow the smell of breakfast. As I descended the staircase, I let myself enjoy the little thrill of peace that settled in my chest. Life with Salvatore had become a quiet miracle. The days were filled with laughter, late-night touches, shared secrets, and meals cooked just for two.But beneath that warmth and excitement was a cold dread. Life was too perfect lately. And perfect things… never lasted.I’
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession No more losing each other
SALVATOREThe drive back home was quiet. The city lights streaked across the windshield, painting the car in gold and ambers. Miguel sat beside me, his profile lit by the dashboard’s glow, his eyes flicking my way every so often. Each time, he gave me a small smile like he was checking to make sure I was still there.That little argument we had hadn’t changed anything. And I knew that no matter what went wrong in the future, we would talk it through.My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, my heart thudding with a rhythm I couldn’t quiet. He was safe. That was all that mattered.We pulled into the mansion’s driveway. The front lights bathed the stone path in a soft glow. Miguel climbed out slowly and massaged his side. He didn’t complain, but he moved like he was trying to pretend it didn’t hurt like he didn’t want me worrying.I stayed downstairs for a moment because I had to first get into the kitchen. Since I didn’t want to leave him alone for long, I poured a fresh glass of
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He loves you
I stormed out of Salvatore’s office, slamming the door behind me with a thud that echoed through the warehouse. My pulse roared in my ears, and every breath burned hot in my chest. His bitterness was like smoke suffocating me from all corners. Someone cursed over a dropped package, and the heavy bass of machinery thrummed through the concrete, but it all felt distant, muted like I’d been yanked out of sync with the world.I shoved past a couple of workers near the loading bay, not bothering to respond when one called my name. The doors hissed open as I hit the side exit. I didn’t stop. I stalked toward the far end of the gravel lot. I didn’t know where I was going, just that I needed to get the hell away from him, away from that cold stare and the way his body had tensed the second I reached for him.I barely made it ten steps before I heard him behind me.“Miguel, wait!”I didn’t stop until I reached a rusted-out shipping container tucked behind a stack of pallets. There, I turned
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Jealous
SALVATOREWhen I opened my eyes early the next morning, Miguel was curled against me, his skin warm beneath the golden wash of candlelight flickering across the resort room. The ocean whispered through the open window, matching the slow rise and fall of his chest.I couldn’t stop memorising the angles of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way his lips parted in sleep like he was still whispering secrets. He was here, alive. Mine. The thought hit me like a punch and a prayer all at once. I couldn’t stop looking at him and needing him.My hand slid slowly down his back, swallowing the familiar warmth of him, and the way his muscles shifted under my touch. Desire sparked in my belly, quiet at first, then insistent. I pressed closer, brushing my lips to his shoulder, tasting salt and heat. He shifted in his sleep but didn’t wake. His body yielded to my touch as I guided him gently onto his side—the good side. I slid inside him with care, savouring every inch, every second, t
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Breathless
MIGUELSalvatore’s hand slid into mine as we stepped out of the restaurant. That was one of the best meals I’d eaten. It was even better with Salvatore beside me. The valet doors swung shut behind us, muffling the soft hum of conversation and clinking silverware. Without a word, he turned me toward him, beneath the soft glow of the awning lights, and kissed me.His mouth moved slowly over mine. I felt the press of his chest against mine, his fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head just enough to draw me further into him. By the time he pulled back, I was breathless, and my heart was hammering like it was trying to catch up to my body.He smirked at the dazed look on my face. “Was it that good?”“Shut up,” I murmured, smiling like an idiot.He gave my hand a squeeze and led me to the car without another word. The drive was quiet. The city lights fell away behind us and got replaced by palm shadows and the distant shimmer of the ocean. Salvatore didn’t speak; he didn’t hav
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Treated like a king
MIGUELI stood in the master suite, light pouring through the tall windows and casting golden patterns across the polished floor. My side ached faintly beneath the bandage, but the discomfort was distant. All I could really feel was him: Salvatore, standing by the wardrobe, pulling out a crisp white dress shirt and a pair of dark slacks. The fabric looked expensive, tailored just for him.“I’m going to make you look like a king tonight,” he said, his eyes dancing with mischief as he crossed the room.I leaned against the bedpost, grinning, still half-dazed from our moment in the hospital parking lot. Why did danger mix well with Salvatore? “A king, huh? You sure you can handle that kind of pressure, Sal?”He chuckled low in his throat and stepped in close. With careful hands, he tugged off the oversized tee I’d been lounging in. His knuckles brushed my skin, and I shivered, caught between tenderness and the charged tension that never seemed to settle when he was near.“Careful,” he
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Impatient
MIGUELWas he taking this as a joke?I yanked Salvatore toward the far end of the hospital parking lot. My heart pounded as desire burned through me like wildfire. The late afternoon sun had already dipped behind the main building, casting long shadows over the pavement. We ducked into a secluded corner shadowed by overgrown trees. The air smelled of summer heat and faint antiseptic from the hospital vents, but all I could taste was his breath, his scent, and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.I shoved him against the rough brick wall, and our mouths collided, my lips crashing with hungry desperation against his. He responded instantly by opening for me. His tongue was just as eager, and a groan rumbled from his chest as I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. I tugged him closer, grinding against him, every nerve in my body lit up and crackled. Our bodies met with such intensity that it felt like we might fuse. It had been so long, it actually felt like I could burst any moment
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Inpatient
SALVATOREMiguel’s mouth found mine with a desperation that lit every nerve in my body on fire. His kiss was fierce, messy, full of teeth and want, like he was trying to make up for every second we’d been apart. His hands gripped the hem of my shirt, and he yanked it from where it was tucked into my jeans, his fingers grazing the skin at my waist and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Hmm, fuck.” I groaned into the kiss, grabbing his hips, dragging him closer until there was no space left between us. We stumbled back into the kitchen counter, bumping into it with a soft thud that neither of us acknowledged. The house was quiet, but this silence didn’t feel empty. It felt like permission.His fingers moved with a kind of urgency I hadn’t felt from him in a long time as he tugged at my belt with shaky determination. I cursed under my breath and reached for his sweatshirt, peeling it up over his head. The fabric caught slightly on the fresh bandage around his ribs, and I hesitated jus
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Don't touch him
MIGUEL“Ouch. What the fuck?” The tug of pain in my side yanked me out of sleep. Sunlight spilt through the tall windows, brushing against the curtains that fluttered lazily in the morning breeze. Wait, it's morning already? I blinked at the ceiling. It was high and pale, with crown moulding that I didn’t recognise. The bed was way too big, and the sheets felt too clean.Where am I? I sat up slowly, feeling the pull of the bandage across my ribs, and getting reminded of everything that had happened. The stabbing. The blood. The chaos.Oh, fuck. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Every muscle in my body complained, but I forced myself upright. I needed to find Salvatore. The house, scrap that, mansion—was quiet. I stepped into a hallway that looked like it belonged in some glossy home magazine: wide, with soft walls and expensive art, with sunlight bouncing off the floors. A chandelier hung above the staircase like a crystal spiderweb. This was Salvatore’s. It had his si
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