Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving My Stepson: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

A few hours later, Ace returned with a drug. He urged me to take it as he stood there, watching me. As I did, he left with its packaging, claiming he would dispose of it himself. After that, we didn’t speak. He just disappeared while I returned to my reading, but still time, I sat at the balcony of my bedroom. Towards evening, I rushed downstairs, waiting for the sound of a car rolling into the driveway, waiting for the click of the front door. Waiting for Mr. Scott. After last night, I couldn’t deny it anymore. Something inside me had changed. I felt... attached to him. Or maybe drawn was the better word, like there was a quiet pull I didn’t know how to resist. He filled a space I’d spent years pretending didn’t exist, the kind of emptiness I covered with fake smiles and laughter. Being near him only made me realize how deep that space really was. Maybe it was his age, the presence I’d never known at home when it was just my mom and me. Whatever it was, he appealed to me in a way I

The house had gone quiet that afternoon. I had tried reading and finishing the book in my hand, but my mind kept wandering, always to him. I left the conservatory, having passed Mary once or twice as I strolled around the estate. Mary had confirmed to me that Mr. Scott had been holed up in his home office since morning, speaking to people through that shiny computer screen of his. I couldn’t help it anymore. My chest felt heavy with the need to see him. So, I found myself standing outside his office door. The door loomed tall, a silent guard between him and me. My hand hesitated on the knob, but I forced myself to turn it slowly, easing it open. The faint hum of a man’s voice drifted out. I slipped inside quietly. The room smelled of him. He sat behind his desk, posture relaxed yet commanding, a pair of glasses perched on his nose as he spoke to someone on his laptop screen. The voice belonged to another man, deep and professional, spilling through the computer’s speakers. I didn’t

My heart drummed so loud I swore it could be heard down the hall the second I shut the door to Ace’s room behind me. My lips were still swollen, my skin still burning. If Mr. Scott saw me flushed, if he caught even a glimpse of guilt in my eyes, everything would come undone. I smoothed my hair quickly, tugged the hem of my blouse into place, and forced air into my lungs before stepping back into the wide hallway. My legs still trembled, but I tried to hide it. The sound of Mr. Scott’s voice carried before I saw him. He was just stepping out of his home office, phone still in hand, his brow arched in deep thought until his gaze snagged mine. “There you are,” Mr. Scott said in a soft tone as he slipped the phone into his pocket. “I was wondering where you disappeared to.” I offered him the faintest smile I could manage without looking guilty. “Just... walking around. Needed some air.” He looked at me for a while, and I fought the urge to look away. I kept my head tilted in innocent

It happened. I can’t believe I’m even able to form the words in my head, but it happened. The way his hands held me, the way his eyes locked into mine as if I were the only thing he saw, the way every wall between us seemed to crumble in the heat of the moment. It was real. I finally got to feel him inside me with this massive cock throbbing as he thrusted harder and faster inside me. There are no words that can capture it, not fully. What passed between us wasn’t just physical, it wasn’t just need or desire, it was something deeper, as though all the unspoken feelings we’d been circling around had finally found their release. I felt whole. And now, as we stepped out of the lavish place together, the night air cool against my flushed cheek, I clung to him as though letting go would make it vanish into some dream. His arms wrapped tightly around me firmly, while his other hand tucked me closer. The driver pulled the car to the curb, and Scott gently guided me into the backseat, mak

The first thing I became aware of when I woke up was that the warmth beside me had faded. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open, and my hand instinctively reached out across the bed. The sheets were cool, and I frowned in confusion. Scott wasn’t there. I lay there for a moment, staring at the vast emptiness of the other side of the bed, still tangled in the pale sheets. A sigh slipped past my lips, frustration mixing with a dull ache of disappointment. I had fallen asleep with his body beside mine. And now, he was gone. I sat up halfway, pushing strands of messy hair out of my face, and blinked toward the nightstand where the old-fashioned clock rested. My eyes widened. It was almost noon. A gasp broke out of me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Almost noon? I had slept half the day away. I was about to throw the sheets off my body and spring to my feet when a knock came at the door. “Sabrina?” Mary’s gentle voice drifted from the other side. “Are you awake now?” “Yes,” I calle