All Chapters of OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

His wandering sinful hands roamed her waist possessively. "Mmm," he hummed, like the sound of a beast growling from the depths of darkness against her lips. His lips moved to suck harshly on the part of her neck that he had created a bruise on with his lips earlier. Sarah could only take what he gave and pray it didn't ruin her. He suddenly pulled back and took his time to pull off his shorts, like he was purposely giving her a show. Sarah reveled in it. His cock sprang free as he drew his shorts down and took them off, throwing them behind him. Sarah gasped as her eyes settled on it. His legs splayed wide over her, and his hard cock jutted up past his belly button. She had no idea how that would fit inside her. Sarah's pussy pulsed as he leaned down on her and touched her aching pussy with the tip of his dick; it was a feather-like touch, but the pleasure it brought them was indescribable. "I would love to fuck your ass, but I don't want to scare you yet." He informed her. Sarah

-Tokyo, Nocturnal City- Richard Blackwell pulled his coat tighter around his frame as he stepped out of the car, the cold Tokyo air biting at his skin. He wasn't a man who feared many things, not after all the years he had spent in the underbelly of power, watching men rise and fall like dominoes. But as he stood before the towering Panda Society building, he felt something he hadn't in a long time: hesitation. The building loomed like a fortress, darkened windows hiding secrets only the bravest dared uncover. It had been years since he last set foot here. Vincent was insane for sending him on this mission, but the promise Vincent made was too good to refuse. Besides, Richard had been banned now, supposedly free from all this bloodstained business. Yet here he was. His jaw tightened as he crossed the paved entrance, the polished floors beneath his boots making barely a sound. Two guards in clean black suits, with black shades on their eyes, stood at the doorway, their eyes scann

Vincent's chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, but the air refused to reach his lungs. His entire body trembled, his hands unsteady as he reached for the phone again. He had to be sure. His fingers swiped at the screen with a desperation he didn't recognize in himself. News reports were flooding in. "Tragic Car Accident Claims the Life of Sarah Holdens." ..."Businesswoman Sarah Holden Dies in Wreck." ... "Daughter to the late wife of the multi-billion dollar business owner, Vincent Laurent, died in a fatal crash." No. A sharp knock sounded at the door, and Vincent barely turned before Camille stepped in, her face carefully arranged into an expression of sorrow. "Vincent," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I...I just saw the news." Her hands trembled as she stepped closer, as if she were just as shaken as he was. When she reached for him, he didn't move. She lowered herself to his level, placing a hesitant hand on his arm. "I know this is hard, and it would stress

Sarah sat stiffly in front of the mirror as Cecilia fastened the last button on the sleek black dress Xander had chosen for her to wear today. The silk clung to her figure, modest yet seductive, designed to accentuate every curve without revealing too much. A delicate silver chain rested above the neckline, completing the look. "You look beautiful," Xander murmured, his hands settling on her shoulders, which were way below his from behind. He was already dressed in a tailored black suit, looking like the handsome devil he was. The sight of him like this, looking sharp and dangerous, sent a cold shiver through her. Sarah swallowed. She wanted to resist, to pull away, but instead, she stayed still. "Why am I going with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Xander met her confused gaze in the mirror, his lips tilting to a slight smirk. "Because I want you there," said his druggy baritone voice. "That's not an answer." A smirk tugged at his lips again. "It's the only an

Sarah lay on the table. Lounger, the plush poolside recliner cradling her body as exhaustion pulled her into a deep sleep. The cool evening breeze brushed against her damp skin, joined with the lingering heat of Xander's touch. She felt utterly spent, her muscles weak, her mind fogged in the aftermath of their intense encounter. By the time she stirred awake, the pool area was quiet. The soft glow of the underwater lights shone against the surface, reflecting moving patterns onto the ceiling. She stretched slightly, but a dull ache between her legs reminded her of everything that had happened. He had made her sore like he promised. She turned her head to the side, expecting to see Xander still there, but the space beside her was empty. Of course he was gone. Xander wasn't the kind of man to stay by a woman's side after taking what he wanted. Not like she wanted it too. Sarah sat up slowly, pulling her damp hair over one shoulder. The weight of her reality settled heavily on her ch