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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He was there for me when I needed him
MIGUELI stormed into my room and walked over to my window, where I stood, with my arms folded tightly across my chest and my jaw locked as I stared down at the street below. My thoughts were a mess, circling the same memory on repeat: Paul’s face, the sharp crack of Salvatore’s fist, and the way I had to step in before it got worse. The anger was still fresh, crawling under my skin, making my body feel like a live wire.I couldn’t tell exactly why I was pissed, but one thing was sure, I wasn’t happy with what Salvatore did. I heard Salvatore come in but didn’t look away from the window. The quiet brush of his footsteps on the floor moved closer, then I felt the sudden warmth of his arms slide around me from behind. His chest pressed gently against my back, his breath soft when it touched the side of my neck. I couldn’t take comfort in it. I pulled away and shrugged off his arms without a word. He didn’t push. His hands fell to his sides, his voice turning softly. “I’m sorry,” he
Last Updated : 2025-04-21My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession An obsession
SALVATORETight heat enveloped me as I pressed into him, the sensation flooding every nerve with fire. I grunted into his mouth. The feeling was almost too much.His hole gripped my cock with a perfect blend of heat and pressure that made my breath hitch and my thoughts blur. Miguel let out a sound of his own, deep and broken, as his nails dragged across my back and shoulders, carving lines of raw need into my skin. I trembled as I sank deeper, my hands gripping his hips like I was afraid he’d vanish if I let go. His legs locked around my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. Our chests collided, slick with sweat, and our breath mingled in the heavy quiet of the room.“Salvatore…”I kissed him harder, desperate to taste every inch of him. And I did.I didn’t rush. I took my time, letting each movement speak for me, making every thrust deliberate. Miguel matched me without hesitation. His hips lifted to meet mine, our rhythm syncing with a kind of f
Last Updated : 2025-04-22My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Jealous or suspicious?
MIGUEL“Salvatore?”The evening light dyed the room in deep ember, glowing on the walls like a slow‑burning fire. I stretched under the sheets and called again, “Salvatore?”Every inch of my body stung with fatigue and satisfaction. Memories surfaced in small, delicious flashes. I could still feel Salvatore’s mouth on my skin and hear his gravel‑rough whisper of my name.I was about to call his name again when I saw it: a single sheet of thick ivory paper perched on the nightstand. I reached for it, squinting my brows, though I already knew who had left it.‘Gone to the warehouse to make sure things are in order. Be back soon.’Just seeing his pen strokes made me excited. It was like he was still here with his hand curved at my waist. I traced one dark slash of ink with my thumb, then grabbed my phone.“Hey, baby,” Salvatore answered after a single ring. His voice filled the quiet like velvet over stone. “You’re up.”“I woke up to you missing,” I admitted, shifting so the covers po
Last Updated : 2025-04-23My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A rollercoaster
MIGUELShe should have just died in that accident. It would have been better for everyone if she did.I stood by the window of my room with my arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared into the deepening twilight. The sky outside had bled into a bruised purple, shadows stretching long across the neighbourhood rooftops, but I hardly noticed any of it. My focus was locked inward on the boiling resentment twisting through me like smoke. From downstairs, Emily’s cries pierced the stillness reminding me of the storm that had moved back into this house.She was back. The bitch.Her return felt like a noose tightening around my throat. She was already taking up too much space, her voice dragging down every breath I tried to take. Every moan, every whimper from the living room tore at the fragile peace I’d been clinging to since Salvatore entered my life. She was shattering everything, as usual.Emily had always made things worse. Her brand of love had always come with strings, with
Last Updated : 2025-04-24My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Shh, don't be afraid
PROLOGUEMIGUELThe room was dim, shadows licking the walls as the single lamp cast a golden glow over Salvatore’s broad frame. He stood some feet away, shirt unbuttoned, that dagger tattoo peeking out beneath his collarbone. I swallowed loudly as his amber eyes burned into me like I was the only thing in the world worth devouring. My breath hitched, my chest getting tight with a mix of want and dread. I’d never done this, never let anyone tie me up, or trusted anyone to take me apart like he promised. My hands trembled as I stood by the bed, the silk ropes coiled on the mattress making my stomach twist. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if I broke?“Shh,” Salvatore murmured, his voice a low rumble that slid over my skin like a caress. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you.” His touch was firm but gentle as he tilted my chin up so I had to meet that smoldering gaze. The fire in his eyes was patient like he’d wait forever if it
Last Updated : 2025-02-27My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Perverts
MIGUELThe bar smelled like stale beer and desperation, a haze of cigarette smoke curling through the air as laughter and slurred voices bounced off the chipped walls.I wove through the crowd, tray balanced on one hand, while the other itched to shove someone—anyone—who got too close. At 20, I shouldn’t still be here, slinging drinks for tips I’d never see enough of, but life didn’t give a shit about age. My sneakers stuck to the floor with each step, the soles worn thin from nights like this. Endless, loud nights full of assholes who thought I was part of the menu. I adjusted my grip on the tray, four beers sloshing in their glasses as I caught a flicker in the corner of my eye. There, in the dark part of the club, in the shadowed nook where the lights didn’t dare reach, a figure sat still as stone, staring. Always staring.I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth. Another fucking creep. The men here were predictable. Their eyes would crawl over me like I was some prize to paw at, mouth
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MIGUELThe front door creaked as I shoved it open, the stench of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume hitting me like a slap. Home. If you could call it that. I kicked off my sneakers. The bar’s grime still clung to them, and I didn’t need screams from Emily about me soiling the house.I took the next step and paused as I heard it. Emily’s voice. She was loud and shameless, moaning like a damn porn star from upstairs. My stomach turned, but I kept moving, dragging my tired ass up the narrow staircase. Each step groaned under me. The wood was warped from years of neglect, and the closer I got with each creak, the louder her noises echoed off the peeling walls.“Jesus, woman, shut up,” I mumbled under my breath. I just wanted to crash, to wash the day off me, especially the drunk’s hands, the shadow man’s stare, and the endless grind. But no, she had to make her private life a goddamn show.I hit the landing and cursed under my breath. Her bedroom door was flung wide open like she wante
Last Updated : 2025-02-27My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A creep
SALVATOREI was here again, just as I’d been for the past week, nursing countless hard-ons and watching him do his job. It had taken everything in me not to leap at the drunk bastard that touched him three nights ago. Looked like my sexy interest had it under control though.I sat in the shadows, the dark corner of the bar swallowing me whole, but my eyes were still locked on him. The amber glow of the lamp barely touched him, but it was enough to trace the lean lines of his body as he moved between tables, tray in hand, serving drinks to men who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air. I’d been here almost every night for weeks, whiskey untouched, just watching. That lovely frame of his—wiry, sharp-edged, deceptively soft—hid a fire I couldn’t shake from my mind. Behind those hazel eyes clouded with pain, burned stubbornness and steel resolve that dared anyone to try controlling him. And fuck, I wanted to.I wanted to see him bend beneath me, break, beg, his defiance shattering into
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MIGUELShe should have just died in that accident. It would have been better for everyone if she did.I stood by the window of my room with my arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared into the deepening twilight. The sky outside had bled into a bruised purple, shadows stretching long across the neighbourhood rooftops, but I hardly noticed any of it. My focus was locked inward on the boiling resentment twisting through me like smoke. From downstairs, Emily’s cries pierced the stillness reminding me of the storm that had moved back into this house.She was back. The bitch.Her return felt like a noose tightening around my throat. She was already taking up too much space, her voice dragging down every breath I tried to take. Every moan, every whimper from the living room tore at the fragile peace I’d been clinging to since Salvatore entered my life. She was shattering everything, as usual.Emily had always made things worse. Her brand of love had always come with strings, with
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Jealous or suspicious?
MIGUEL“Salvatore?”The evening light dyed the room in deep ember, glowing on the walls like a slow‑burning fire. I stretched under the sheets and called again, “Salvatore?”Every inch of my body stung with fatigue and satisfaction. Memories surfaced in small, delicious flashes. I could still feel Salvatore’s mouth on my skin and hear his gravel‑rough whisper of my name.I was about to call his name again when I saw it: a single sheet of thick ivory paper perched on the nightstand. I reached for it, squinting my brows, though I already knew who had left it.‘Gone to the warehouse to make sure things are in order. Be back soon.’Just seeing his pen strokes made me excited. It was like he was still here with his hand curved at my waist. I traced one dark slash of ink with my thumb, then grabbed my phone.“Hey, baby,” Salvatore answered after a single ring. His voice filled the quiet like velvet over stone. “You’re up.”“I woke up to you missing,” I admitted, shifting so the covers po
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SALVATORETight heat enveloped me as I pressed into him, the sensation flooding every nerve with fire. I grunted into his mouth. The feeling was almost too much.His hole gripped my cock with a perfect blend of heat and pressure that made my breath hitch and my thoughts blur. Miguel let out a sound of his own, deep and broken, as his nails dragged across my back and shoulders, carving lines of raw need into my skin. I trembled as I sank deeper, my hands gripping his hips like I was afraid he’d vanish if I let go. His legs locked around my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. Our chests collided, slick with sweat, and our breath mingled in the heavy quiet of the room.“Salvatore…”I kissed him harder, desperate to taste every inch of him. And I did.I didn’t rush. I took my time, letting each movement speak for me, making every thrust deliberate. Miguel matched me without hesitation. His hips lifted to meet mine, our rhythm syncing with a kind of f
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He was there for me when I needed him
MIGUELI stormed into my room and walked over to my window, where I stood, with my arms folded tightly across my chest and my jaw locked as I stared down at the street below. My thoughts were a mess, circling the same memory on repeat: Paul’s face, the sharp crack of Salvatore’s fist, and the way I had to step in before it got worse. The anger was still fresh, crawling under my skin, making my body feel like a live wire.I couldn’t tell exactly why I was pissed, but one thing was sure, I wasn’t happy with what Salvatore did. I heard Salvatore come in but didn’t look away from the window. The quiet brush of his footsteps on the floor moved closer, then I felt the sudden warmth of his arms slide around me from behind. His chest pressed gently against my back, his breath soft when it touched the side of my neck. I couldn’t take comfort in it. I pulled away and shrugged off his arms without a word. He didn’t push. His hands fell to his sides, his voice turning softly. “I’m sorry,” he
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Leave
MIGUELIt was annoying watching her being clingy to my man. Yes, you heard that right. He's mine. I had to stand back when the doctor stepped in, causing her to let go of Salvatore.“She is lucky her lungs weren’t punctured,” the doctor was saying, his voice touched with relief as he adjusted his glasses. He stood at the foot of her hospital bed with a clipboard in hand, his gaze flicking between her monitors and Salvatore’s bulky frame.The cause of the accident was annoying. It was clear from Salvatore’s expression that he didn’t want to be here, but, well, he was the one that was called. Salvatore turned to her, his arms crossed tightly, his jaw clenched. “Why would you get in a car with your friends when you were all drunk?” His eyes narrowed.Emily shrank back against the pillows, her face pale and blotchy from tears. Her fingers clutched at the blanket, twisting it between them as she mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Her voice was soft and cracked.She should have just died.
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession She comes knocking
SALVATOREMorning light filtered through the office window, soft and golden, slipping across the sheets in slow-moving bands. I was still wrapped around Miguel, my chest pressed to his back, my arm resting over his waist. His skin was warm beneath my palm, golden from the sun and slightly damp from sleep. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his bare shoulder, tasting the remnants of last night’s closeness. My hand drifted across the smooth line of his stomach, memorizing every dip and ridge.His hair was messy, curling slightly at the ends, and it smelled sweet, like rest and shampoo, like something I never wanted to stop breathing in. The scent of him clung to me and the sheets, and it made something soft unfold in my chest. This didn’t feel real. The feeling of him close to me, and how easy it had been, finally, to hold him like this. After everything. After all the blood and fire and doubt. Now he was here, asleep in my arms, peaceful in a way I’d never seen.I smiled witho
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Lust or love
MIGUEL“I told you I’m fine,” I grumbled, but the words were weak even to my ears as Salvatore tore open the drawer.He wasn’t listening to me, and I didn’t blame him. The fear I’d seen in his eyes in that warehouse was real. He grabbed antiseptic, bandages, ointments, and every other thing he needed to treat my cut. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders rigid. We were finally back at the warehouse, and the men were celebrating their victory, but the bustle outside was barely audible through the thick walls.My name was on the lips of the men. They were surprised that I did that. Hell, someone even said he was surprised I’d been able to hold a gun properly. What a joke.He placed the supplies on the desk and turned toward me, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “Sit,” he said. It was a command.I opened my mouth to argue, but his hand was already on my arm, guiding me toward the bed. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, but I could feel his barely restrained fear.“I don’t care what yo
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession You shouldn't have done that
SALVATOREI didn’t know what to think. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking when I slapped John so hard that the sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot. He dropped to his knees from the force of it. Miguel gasped behind me, his hand darting up mid-air like he meant to stop me but couldn’t quite believe what he’d seen. He stared at me, blinking, his eyes wide with something between fear and disbelief.My blood was boiling. The sight of Miguel’s blood—his skin sliced open—fueled a fire I couldn’t control. My rage was raw, blinding. My chest rose and fell in short, furious bursts.“What the hell, John?” I roared, my voice scraping through my throat as I stared down at him.He was already trying to stand. One hand was pressed to the concrete while the other wiped at the blood dribbling from a split in his lip. “What was so damn difficult about keeping Miguel safe? I told you to stay with him! I told you to hold him back, and you let him run into that mess. What kind of man are you?”M
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession You were supposed to keep him safe
MIGUEL“Miguel,” Salvatore said quietly and moved toward me, his eyes fixed on mine like he was trying to see if it was a joke. There was something heavy in the way he looked at me, something almost pleading beneath the controlled calm. When he stopped in front of me, his hands came up to rest on my shoulders.“We’re heading out on a mission. It’s going to be dangerous.”My pulse kicked up, thudding fast against my ribs, not from fear, but from that reckless, burning thrill that had taken root since the farmhouse. That event had cracked something open inside me, something feral and alive. I could still feel the phantom weight of the gun in my hand and hear the echo of those shots in my bones. The danger wasn’t something I wanted to avoid. I craved it. I needed it. It made me feel more real than anything ever had.I met his gaze squarely and stood my ground. “I’m coming with you,” I said firmly. Despite the fast thudding of my heart, my voice didn’t shake. “I want to be there, Sal.
