Todos los capítulos de OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The room went deathly still.Xander’s fingers tightened around the glass, the muscles in his jaw ticking as his cold mind absorbed the news. Then, in one swift, furious motion, he hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered with a piercing crash, the sound echoing like a gunshot across the walls.“She escaped?”His voice was low—so low it was nearly a whisper—but it carried more weight than a scream. The kind of voice that meant someone was going to pay.The man before him flinched and nodded.Xander inhaled deeply through his nose, holding back the hurricane building behind his eyes. Slowly, with the deliberate calm of a man who knew exactly how deadly he was, he rose from his seat. He straightened the cuffs of his jacket and turned toward the group of men frozen nearby.“Find her,” he ordered, his voice ice-cold. “I don’t care what it takes. She doesn’t leave this compound. Do you understand me?”The men nodded rapidly and scrambled from the room, storming down the halls like un

The large room was filled with wealthy men, all dressed in expensive suits, their eyes locked on the center of the stage like predators circling prey. The lighting was low, but bright enough to spotlight the young woman standing there—exposed, vulnerable, and clearly afraid.Sarah stood frozen.Her hands were bound in front of her, her wrists aching from the tight rope, and a black blindfold covered her eyes. The fabric pressed into her skin, robbing her of sight, forcing her to rely on the chilling sounds around her—the slow, haunting melody echoing from hidden speakers, the soft rustle of movement, and worst of all, the murmurs of men appraising her like merchandise.Her heart pounded heavily in her chest.She knew she had no choice but to move.The silk dress they’d shoved her into clung tightly to her body. It was sheer, thin, and revealed more than it hid. Cold air kissed her bare arms and thighs, intensifying her feeling of exposure and powerlessness. She wanted to run, scream,

Xander smirked, her stubbornness arousing him more than it annoyed him."That wasn't a request."He leaned in, his dark, spiced scent invading her senses, dizzying and disarming. He was too close, too warm, and too effortlessly dominant.Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as they returned to the hem of her dress. She had paused stripping when she caught the way his eyes devoured her, like a beast watching its prey. Slowly, agonizingly, she dragged the fabric upward, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs, her stomach, the subtle curve of her ribs. Her resistance was tangible-he could see it in the way she hesitated, in the way her body stiffened with each inch exposed.And yet, there was no escape. She knew that.Xander watched every motion, his eyes hooded with desire, hunger radiating from him.She looks like sin itself, he thought. The red light bathed her body like a wicked omen, wrapping her in something dark and ethereal."Keep going," he ordered.She bit her lip but o

Sarah sat curled in the farthest corner of the small room, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. The silence inside the space had long stopped being peaceful—it was now a cage, an echo of her own loneliness. It had been three days. Three long, oppressive days of isolation. No sunlight. No voices beyond the guards. No visits from Damian. And most notably, not a single appearance from Xander.That was her punishment—for saying no to him.He hadn’t hit her. Hadn’t forced her. He hadn’t needed to. His silence and absence were worse. He had left her there like a discarded object, permitting only enough interaction for meals and brief showers. Beyond that, she was a ghost in his world—locked away, forgotten.The only thing keeping her grounded was her thoughts—her memories of Vincent.She’d dreamt of him the past three nights. His hands, his voice, the warmth of his embrace. It was cruel, the way her mind clung to him like he was some kind of life raft. She

Xander let his hooded gray eyes sweep over Sarah’s face, drinking in the soft tremble in her limbs, the quiet defiance in her posture.She stood there, wrapped in a large, modest outfit, but even beneath the loose folds, she had managed to ignite something primal in him.His cock throbbed, hardening without permission.She didn’t even try.It was the vulnerability that did it—the contradiction between the fear in her eyes and the fire in her spine.He wanted to shove her against the nearest wall, tear the damn clothes from her body, and leave her completely exposed. Naked. Breathless. His.God help him, he wanted her.It was rare for a woman to affect him this deeply. He was used to control—cold, calculating indulgence taken only when he allowed it. But Sarah’s presence messed with that rhythm. Her voice, her movements, the way she resisted even when she trembled—she stirred something he didn’t recognize, something he hadn’t felt in years.It started the first time he’d heard her spea