All Chapters of TEMPTED BY MY STEPSON: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hunter."Lucia, wait."I followed her without thinking as she walked fast down the hallway, her shoulders stiff and her steps sharp like she was afraid that if she slowed down for even a second, something... or someone, would catch up to her.So I waited until we were far enough from his door before I spoke again.“Lucia,” I called quietly. “Hey.”She still didn’t stop.“Lucia,” I repeated, a little firmer now.She reached her door and fumbled with the handle, her hands shaking just enough that it made my chest tighten. I took over, pushing thr door open so she could step inside, and I followed immediately, closing it behind us without locking it.She turned to face me.“I’m fine,” she blurted out too quickly.I shook my head. “No, you’re not.”She scoffed, turning away from me. "What do you know?""Lucia, I know you're not fine.""You don't get to say that, Hunter," she persisted, still avoiding to look back at me.“I get to ask,” I continued, stepping closer to her from behind. “And

Lucia.“Lucia, sit.”Christian’s voice pierced through the silence the visiting room as I stared blankly at the glass demarcation.I stayed standing. “I’m fine, I can stand.”His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned his attention to the man being led in from the other side of the partition.My father.“Father,” I breathed.James looked even thinner than the last time I’d seen him. His shoulders were sloped like they were carrying the weight of the world, and his beard had grown unevenly, gray strands more visible than ever. His eyes though, those were still sharp, still careful.They landed on me first, before immediately flicking to Christian.His body stiffened.“Lucia,” he said slowly, bringing his eyes back to me. “You’re… here, and you're not alone.”“I came to see you,” I said, ignoring the last bit and rushing forward to the glass. “Are you okay? You don’t look–”“I’m fine,” he cut in quickly. Too quickly. “I’m alright.”“You don’t look alright,” I in

Hunter.I was already out my room before I sent my reply, and seconds later, I knocked on her door.The door opened immediately.Lucia stood there in nothing but an oversized shirt, hair damp and wild, her eyes tired but lighting up when she saw me. God, she was so beautiful. I stepped inside and shut the door quietly behind me. She opened her mouth, probably to unload the whole day but I didn’t let her start. I could see it written all over her, the exhaustion.“Come here,” I muttered softly, pulling her into my arms.She came willingly, melting against my chest and buried her face in my shirt.“We don’t have to talk about it now,” I murmured, stroking her back slowly. “Not tonight.”She nodded and wrapping her arms tighter around my waist, as I covered her with my arms. “I just–” she began, her voice cracking, “I need you tonight. All of you. Please.”Pulling back a little, I stared down at her and cupped her face gently, then placed my lips on hers– slowly but reassuring to let h

Lucia.“Return it how?” he asked, his eyes dark with anticipation.I pushed him on his back with my hand on his chest and climbed on top to straddle his hips, my wetness rubbing teasingly against his hard cock. He groaned, his hands coming up to grip my thighs.“Like this,” I whispered, then kissed him deep, slipping by tongue in.He kissed me back, caressing my sides. “Baby, you don’t have to–”“I want to,” I cut him off, moving to kiss his jaw, then his neck as I sucked hard on the spot below his ear that made him groan.“Harder,” he rasped, tilting his head to give me more room. “I want to feel that tomorrow.”I sucked harder and bit gently, licking the red spot I left. “Like this?”“Fuck yes, more..” he groaned, his cock twitching under me.I kissed lower across his collarbone, dragging the skin there. “You taste so good, salty, like us.”He chuckled breathlessly. “Well, keep tasting.”I continued, kissing down his chest before landing on one of his nipples, flicking and circling

Hunter.“Hunter.” Her voice pulled me out of sleep before the light did.I didn’t open my eyes right away. I shifted closer instead, tightening around her waist instinctively. “You’re up early,” I murmured.“I didn’t really sleep,” Lucia revealed quietly.That made me open my eyes. She was turned toward me, her chin resting on her palm and her eyes already heavy with thoughts she hadn’t said yet.“Talk to me,” I said.She hesitated for a moment, then began. “The prison visit, with my father.”My jaw tightened immediately. “Yeah, tell me. What happened?”She swallowed. “Christian happened.”I shifted so I was fully facing her. “Start from the beginning.”She nodded once. “At first, I thought he'd let me have some time alone with my father. But he never left my side, not even for a second.”“That tracks,” I muttered, not surprised.“When my father saw him, his whole demeanor changed,” she continued. “He was careful. Too careful. Like every word mattered.”“Because it did,” I sighed.Lu