Todos los capítulos de OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 57

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