Todos los capítulos de OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

"You've barely touched your drink," Sarah said quietly, her voice soft but observant.Vincent sat a few feet away, his eyes heavy with thoughts. The whiskey glass in his hand remained full, its amber contents glinting in the golden hue of the hotel's ambient lighting. He hadn't spoken much since they arrived. Instead, he had spent the better part of the evening stealing glances at Sarah-like a man haunted by everything he wanted and everything he shouldn't."I want to tell you something," he said suddenly, his tone sharp enough to draw her attention fully.Sarah straightened, her body going still as she took in the sudden seriousness in his voice. "What is it?"He leaned back in the plush chair, exhaling as if the weight of what he was about to say had sat on his chest for years. "When I was barely twenty... I had a secret affair. One that could have destroyed my entire family."Her brows twitched slightly, but she didn't interrupt. Something in his voice made her heart pound.He ru

The next morning, Vincent pulled up in front of Keisha's apartment. Sarah sat beside him, still half-asleep despite having showered. Vincent had been insatiable the night before-and so had she. They'd gone at it again on the bed and once more under the warm spray of the shower."We're here," Vincent said softly.Sarah blinked back to reality.Vincent exhaled deeply, resting his head against the steering wheel for a moment before turning to her. "I don't want to let you go."Sarah swallowed hard, her heart clenching. "Then don't."He reached for her hand, his fingers warm, rough, and familiar. "Sarah... you don't know what you're asking for." "I do," she whispered, eyes locked on his. "I know exactly what I want."Silence stretched between them-heavy, thick, and charged.Then she breathed in deeply, her voice trembling as she finally said what she'd held in for far too long. "I love you, Vincent."He inhaled sharply, his hand tightening around hers."I love you so much it hurts,"

Sarah woke up coughing, dry rasps tearing from her throat as her eyes blinked against the strange lighting of the room. Her mind was blank at first, disoriented-but then, like a flood, it all came rushing back. The memory of being yanked from her car... The masked men... the sting of chloroform. Her chest tightened.Not again.She had barely healed from the horrors of prison, and now, this.The room she was in looked nothing like what she'd imagined a hostage cell would be. No damp basements. No rusted chains. Instead, it was lavish. Marble floors gleamed under the glow of crystal chandeliers. Leather chairs lined the walls. Men in sleek black suits lounged nearby, guns tucked inside their jackets. In the corners, women draped in seductive dresses sat on the laps of dangerous-looking men. Stacks of cash and bullets decorated a polished table.This place reeked of luxury and lawlessness. And she had no idea why she was here."She's awake," one of the women murmured.Sarah sat upright

Vincent had been trying to reach Sarah, but his calls kept going to voicemail. No matter how many times he tried, her phone refused to ring through. Something in his gut told him this wasn't just her avoiding him. Meanwhile, Kendra-who had been staying with him-felt the weight of guilt press harder on her chest. She had promised Sarah not to say anything, but now, each second that passed filled her with more regret.It wasn't long before Keisha pulled up at the estate, her car screeching slightly as it halted in the driveway. She stormed into the mansion and knocked hard and fast on the door. When the door finally opened, and Vincent appeared, the first words out of her mouth were, "Where is Sarah?"Vincent's brows furrowed deeply. "Isn't she with you?"Keisha's stomach dropped instantly. "She was supposed to be. She left me a note saying she'd be gone and not to look for her." She reached into her bag and extended the folded note to Vincent.He took it, unfolding it carefully. His ey

Sarah's fingers curled tightly into her lap as Xander loomed before her, his towering frame casting a shadow that seemed heavier now than ever. Her pulse echoed in her ears, the weight of his earlier words still pressing down on her. They weren't even in North America.That single detail chilled her to the core. She was farther from safety than she ever imagined."So," Xander said smoothly, his eyes glinting with something dark and amused under the low-hanging lights, "you've chosen wisely."Sarah swallowed, her throat dry as sandpaper, and gave a slow, stiff nod. She didn't have a choice. She had no real choice.Xander's lips curled into a smirk as he began to circle her chair, his steps deliberate, slow, like a predator savoring the helplessness of its prey."Now, let's get one thing straight," he said, leaning down until his lips nearly grazed her ear. "You're not just going to stroll out of here and throw yourself into Vincent's arms. We do things our way."He pulled back, his ex