บททั้งหมดของ My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

MIGUELNo, it was a threat. A promise wasn’t supposed to make Salvatore’s eyes darken this much. His mouth wrapped around my cock again and I nearly came. His lips slid down my cock as his finger found my hole again, digging deep inside, pressing against that spot that made my entire body light up like a live wire. I gasped and fisted the sheets as my legs trembled with every pulse of sensation.“Sal, please,” I choked out. I could barely breathe. My eyes stung, tears threatening to spill, the pleasure burning through me in waves that left me raw and shaking. “It’s too much… I can’t…”He pulled back slowly, a slick pop echoing in the dark bedroom. His eyes locked onto mine, and the look in them made my stomach flip—pure control, dark with hunger, but laced with something deeper. Something unshakable. “Stop struggling,” he said, his voice rough, almost a growl. “Unless you want me to make it hurt.”His words sent a shiver up my spine, and before I could react, he dropped his head aga

SALVATOREAs planned, the convoy rolled to a quiet stop half a mile from the target, the engines dying one by one into the stillness of the night. The only sound left was the faint chirp of crickets and the low hum of a distant city, muffled by darkness. I stepped out of the truck quietly. John appeared beside me, now clutching the blueprint. This mission couldn’t flop. There was too much at stake. Our men filed out of the vehicles in silence with their weapons in hand. We were far enough from Rio’s hideout to stay unseen. That was the plan; to stay unseen long enough for a surprise attack. The old factory rose in the distance, the jagged windows black against the sky like gaping wounds.“Alright, listen up,” I said, my voice low and clear as I motioned the men into a loose circle. “We move on foot from here. No lights. No noise. John’s team will hit the east side, while mine takes the west. Seal off every exit and make sure no one gets out. Rio is the objective. If we cut off the

MIGUEL“Sal, I don’t want to go.”My voice came out more brittle than I expected, like something splintering under pressure. Salvatore paused in the middle of the bedroom with one hand on his jacket. He turned slowly and his eyes caught the late morning sun that streamed through the window. There was a softness in them, a quiet plea I recognized all too well.“Baby, we talked about this.” He walked toward me. His fingers skimmed the inside of my arm. “Emily needs to see you because I promised already. Just one visit, then we’re out. We will come back to the mansion. I promise.”I stared down at the polished floor of the room, refusing to meet his eyes. My arms were folded stubbornly across my chest, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. Just the thought of Emily hovering, fussing, and picking apart everything I said or did, made me want to crawl out of my skin. “She’s going to smother me, Sal. You know how she is. All those damn questions. Judging me like she’s perfect.”He cupped my f

SALVATOREI sat in the drive-through, waiting in the long, crawling line. The scent of coffee and fried dough drifted from the pickup window ahead, teasing the air with warmth and sugar. My mind was on Miguel. I could see him in my head, probably still in bed at Emily’s house, just starting to stir. His hair would be a messy halo, his eyes squinting at the light, wondering where I had gone.A smile tugged at my mouth as I imagined the look on his face when I walked back in with breakfast. He had to eat before he left, because knowing how Miguel was, he would like to arrange his things before evening when we got to the mansion, maybe even spend hours trying to pick a room. I tapped the steering wheel as the line inched forward.By the time I pulled into the driveway of Emily’s house with the bags of food still warm in the passenger seat, the sun was high enough to throw gold across the lawn. The house looked quiet from the outside, peaceful even, but as soon as I stepped in, I knew

SALVATORE I sat on a crate near the back wall, resting my elbows on my knees, my fingers clenched so tightly that they ached.John knelt in front of me, trying to cut through the spiral. “Boss. He might have gone farther out. You’re panicking too fast. This doesn’t add up to a kidnapping just yet.”I looked at him, unable to silence the loop in my mind. What if—“He wouldn’t just disappear, John. Not today.”I was repeating what I’d said a million times. This shit was driving me mad. I was already losing my damn mind as far as I could see. The next part would be irritation and bloodlust.John nodded, but I could see the concern flicker behind his calm. “Then we should find him. We can hit every pharmacy and every place he could have gone. Maybe he’s just pissed. Maybe he needed air.”I stood fast, the crate groaning behind me. We stormed out, climbed into the car, and peeled into the city. The sun was high now, bright against the windshield, and I kept thinking back to how it could