Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving My Stepson: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

“Please... Sabrina.” “You can’t fix this, Ace.” Ace’s voice came again, quieter and rougher. “Sabrina, I’m sorry.” I shook my head slowly. “Sorry doesn’t undo what you did.” And before he could say another word, I turned the handle and walked out. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing like a heartbeat ending. My feet carried me without direction, my eyes burning, my chest tight. I pressed my back against the wall halfway down the hall, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor. The tears wouldn’t stop. I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking. Then I rushed into my room and locked the door as I fell to the floor with my back resting against the door. About half an hour later, when my tears had dried enough for me to breathe normally, I heard footsteps echoing faintly from down the corridor. “Sabrina,” Ace said softly from behind the door. I stiffened instantly. “Don’t,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please. I need you to hear me out

Ace sat beside me on the bed, one hand resting between us, the other tracing lazy shapes on the blanket. We’d spent the last hour talking about everything. When he leaned closer, I didn’t move away. When our lips met, it was unhurried, the kind of kiss that begins softly and deepens without permission. His hand brushed against my cheek, fingers threading gently into my hair. My eyes fluttered closed as I let the world fall away for a heartbeat. We fell on the bed, our bodies wrapped against each other. We kissed passionately, our tongues locked as we swallowed each other’s saliva. In a fluid motion, Ace took off his shirt, and when we continued kissing, he slid his fingers under my dress, tracing my skin softly, and the softness in his touch sent chills through my spine. His fingers found my pussy, and he began pressing down on the fabric of my panties gently, feeling the wetness of my pussy through the fabric. I moaned into his lips. He shifted my panties to the side and shoved hi

Dinner had ended hours ago, and now, we were all in our rooms. Scott sat at the edge of the bed with his reading glasses perched low on his nose, tapping lightly on his laptop keys. I’d just finished brushing my hair and setting it loose over my shoulders. My nightdress was simple, but I’d chosen it deliberately. Maybe it was foolish, but part of me hoped tonight could be different. He had just returned from a few weeks away. I’d imagined this night repeatedly, how he’d come home and hold me like he used to. “Are you still working?” I asked softly, approaching the bed. He glanced up and smiled. “Just replying to a few emails,” he said, closing the laptop. “Nothing urgent.” “Good,” I murmured, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. “You’ve worked enough.” He chuckled lightly, taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand. “You’re probably right about that.” I watched him as he stretched his arms overhead, the sound of his bones cracking softly as he yawned. I hesit

After I was done eating, I excused myself and walked back to my room. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a breath longer than necessary. Scott had said he’d come join me in the room in a few minutes so he could make it up to me after what happened last night. I paced a little, glanced at the mirror, and tried to adjust my robe and hair like it mattered. The bed linens were smooth from the way I had straightened them earlier, perfectly unwrinkled. Waiting felt longer. My thoughts kept looping. I sat down, my hands clasped together so tightly that my knuckles paled. Then— The door slammed open. The sound jolted through the quiet room, and I shot upright. Scott stood in the doorway, breath slightly uneven, like he’d rushed here. His hair was swept back, and his suit shirt, the one he’d been wearing at breakfast, was already unbuttoned halfway. His eyes locked on me instantly. Before I could speak, before I could even draw another breath, he stepped inside and kic

I was at the dining table when the vibration of my phone startled me so sharply that I nearly dropped it onto my breakfast plate. I’d only just finished eating, the taste of coffee and pancakes still lingering faintly on my tongue, when Scott’s name flashed across the screen. My heartbeat picked up. I swallowed hard and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello, Scott?” His voice came warm and direct, like always. “My dear Sabrina.” It was his calm tone that immediately set me on edge. “Yes, Scott. Is everything okay?” There was a soft exhale, and then... “I got a hold of your mother.” I froze. My thoughts sputtered before they finally leapt into a single breathless gasp. “You… you. You actually spoke to her?” “She answered on the first ring,” he replied. My hand clamped over my mouth as heat pricked behind my eyes. “What did she say?” My voice cracked embarrassingly. “Well... she didn’t say much, as expected. But that she’s been waiting to hear from you.” The faintest pause. “An