All Chapters of TEMPTED BY MY STEPSON: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Lucia.Hunter stared at me, taking in every possible meaning of the words I'd spoken, his eyes soft and fierce at once.“Then you won’t be,” he said finally in a quiet voice. “I’ll stay with you all night." He pulled back a wandering damp lock of brown hair from my face. "Go continue with your shower Lucia, I’ll be right here when you’re done. Not moving an inch.”He settled into the bed, not taking his eyes off me. I smiled, nodded, and slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. I turned the hot water on, letting the steam fill the room, but I just stood infront of the mirror, staring at my reflection.Damp hair, flushed cheeks, eyes that looked peaceful for the first time in months. And I thought: I don’t want to shower alone.I opened the door and leaned against the frame. Hunter’s head snapped up from his phone.Then I untied the robe slowly, let it slide off my shoulders and gather at my feet. I stood completely naked infront of him, pleased as I watched his

Hunter."Fuck me."Lucia fixed her eyes on mine, the water streaming down her face and her chest heaving hard enough to make her tits bounce.“I want you to fuck me, Hunter” she continued, her voice raw and shaking with pure need. “Fuck me so hard I forget everything except you. I want to feel you tomorrow with every step I take.”I grinned like she’d just handed me the world on a silver platter. “With fucking pleasure.”Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her right off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and her arms tight around my neck, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to sting.I slammed her back against the shower wall and thrust inside her in one brutal, perfect stroke.She screamed, her head falling back against the tile with a thud. “Hunter, oh my God, fuck yes!”I didn’t give her a second to adjust. I pulled out and slammed back in, hard, deep and brutal. Not sure if I imagined it but the tile shook with every pound,

LuciaFor a good thirty seconds, I just stared at him.Hailey Young. I'd heard the name so many many times I wasn't even fazed anymore. “Hunter… who is Hailey Young?”He didn’t look away from me, but something in his eyes shifted. “That’s the thing,” he said quietly, “I don’t know.”My jaw dropped. “Are you joking? How can you not know? You kept saying her name likeyoi knew who she was, like she was someone so relevant.”“She is,” he cut in, "I'm sure.”“But you don’t know who she is?”“No.” He shook his head. “I’ve tried finding her but nothing turns up. Not in any way that makes sense.”My heart throbbed with frustration. “Then why are you so convinced she’s important?”“Because both our fathers were terrified of her name,” he stated, his voice straight. “And terrified of anyone asking questions about her. That alone tells me she’s central to whatever Christian is hiding.”My stomach was in knots. “My father refused to tell me,” I whispered, “no matter how much I begged.”“He refu

Hunter.“What is it?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I opened up the laptop.He tapped the screen, bringing up an old newspaper clipping. “Look at this. Former CFO of one of Christian’s paper companies– retired early. Completely disappears from public life after leaving. No interviews, no statements, nothing. He just… vanished.”I frowned. “Retired early? That sounds… convenient.”“That’s what I’m saying,” Asher said, leaning back. “People don’t just vanish like that. Not when they held that position. He knows something.”I scoffed. “Or he did. And Christian made sure no one ever hears from him again.”“Exactly,” Asher said. “Which is why this is important. If anyone can have any information or even evidence, it’s him. But he’s been hiding for years.”I slammed my fist lightly on the table. “Do we know where he is?"Asher smirked faintly, holding up a small piece of paper. "I wouldn't bring it up if I didn't.”I smiled and nodded, shutting the laptop. “Then what are we still waiting fo

Lucia.I woke up reaching for warmth that wasn’t there.My hand slid across the sheets to meet nothing but cold fabric, and my eyes opened instantly. The other side of the bed was empty. Neat and untouched. Like Hunter had never been there at all.My chest tightened.I sat up, pulling the sheets higher around myself as my eyes darted to the door like I expected him to be standing there.He wasn’t.“Of course,” I muttered to myself.I reached for my phone immediately and typed without thinking. 'When did you leave the bed?'The message sent and the silence in the room felt louder. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, wrapping my robe around me as I paced slowly, my mind already spinning. For some reason, I felt anxious and unsettled.My phone buzzed a couple minutes later and I reached for it immediately to see a text from Hunter.Hunter: 'Early. Had to take care of some things. I’ll explain later when I get back. Are you okay?'I exhaled, dropping my shoulders just a li