Semua Bab My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: Bab 91 - Bab 100

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

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

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

MIGUELA sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Downstairs, I heard Salvatore’s footsteps and the creak of the front door, followed by the low murmur of voices, which was John’s deep rumble and Paul’s lighter tone. My stomach clenched. The unease I’d swallowed down came back. I exhaled slowly and took quick breaths.Why was I behaving like a kid?Well, it was time to face them.I smoothed down my shirt and headed down the grand staircase, my heart thudding harder with each step. It was Salvatore’s shirt, but it still fit in the right places. I’d worked on my brows and trimmed my hair as best as I could. As I reached the bottom, the conversation in the living room stopped. Three sets of eyes turned toward me. Salvatore, John, and Paul stared at me with their jaws slack as if I’d grown a second head. I paused for a moment, caught off guard by their silence, and finally, a crooked smile tugged at my lips.“What?” I asked, stepping forward. “Have you guys never seen a g

MIGUELSalvatore’s lips were warm as the kiss turned into a breathless tangle.We stumbled together across the plush carpet of the mansion’s dimly lit living room. The only source of light came from a single lamp in the corner, casting soft, golden shadows that flickered as we moved. “Hmm, that ass.” Salvatore palmed one of my ass cheeks and we laughed between the kiss. I wanted to give a reply but my foot caught the edge of the couch, and we both toppled onto the cushions, landing in a heap.I ended up straddling him, bracing against his chest as we burst out laughing. One of his hands gripped my waist, while his other arm curled behind his head, completely relaxed beneath me.“Careful, baby,” he said, still laughing. “We don’t want you tearing open that bandage.”His eyes locked onto mine and for a moment we just stayed like that, our laughter fading into silence. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms. I reached up without thinking and traced his jawline, trying to pick out