OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER

"You have ordered the fifth cup tonight. Are you sure you haven't had enough, ma'am?" The Russian waiter in uniform asked Sarah Holdens, who was seated, clothed in a red dress that hugged her petite but curvy body perfectly, with concern.

Grabbing the champagne glass from the waiter, she looked up at her. "I'm not underage; I can handle myself." She said, as ever, politely as she could, with a small smile tugging her lips.

The waiter left, and Sarah returned her attention to the celebrant. The much older but hot multi-billionaire Vincent Laurent, whom they had all gathered here tonight to celebrate his 42nd birthday. He was the same man who had haunted her thoughts for the past three years and under whose care she had been left alone since a year after her mother's death. He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away.

Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show's interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck.

Just then, their eyes met, and he smiled at her. It was a harmless, polite smile, yet it made her imagine things-wild things. Maybe her tipsiness was aiding her thoughts, maybe not; one thing was sure-they were fucking tonight.

Her thought was interrupted when Vincent moved to the center stage, raising a hand up to gather the guests' attention. His piercing dark eyes looked fiercer under the bright lights of the hall. He had all of Sarah's attention.

Immediately silence ensued, he started. "There is someone I would love you all to meet." Sarah's brows furrowed as her mood shifted. What was Vincent talking about?

Just then, from the other end of the room, a woman dressed in a fancy blue gown with blonde hair cat-walked towards him. Sarah felt her heart plummet as she started to get hints of what this was about. She didn't even try to register the woman's face; she couldn't look.

"This is Camille Devereux, my fiancée." Sarah didn't wait; she leaped to her feet and exited to the hall's balcony while applause resounded throughout the large, decorated room. She felt her heart shatter and suddenly felt lightheaded. What was she thinking? She had thought Vincent had allowed her to stay under his roof for that long because he also felt a thing for her. She was wrong; she would always seem like a daughter to him, even though she had recently clocked 22.

"Plotting a murder?" A baritone voice jolted her away from her despair. She looked to her side to find Rafael Laurent, leaning casually against one of the strong pillars. Rafael was Vincent's cousin and also a large shareholder/investor in the Laurent Empire; only he spent his own money recklessly on luxury. He was Vincent's younger version, also hot-looking but not as hot as Vincent, or at least that was what Sarah thought since it was Vincent she had her hots for. He looked as he usually did: reckless and quite rugged. That was Rafael's charm.

"What do you want, Rafael? I want to be left alone." She said, returning her attention to her foresight. She was aware that Rafael had always had a huge crush on her, but sadly, she didn't feel the same. He finally pushed off the wall and slowly walked towards her. "What? Don't want anyone to witness you sulking over the loss of an imaginary bond that can never be?"

Sarah gasped. "I have no idea what you are talking about," She feigned obliviousness. A knowing smirk tugged at Rafael's lips as he took a few steps closer to her. "Leave Vincent; he's not the one for you. Do me." He simply stated it like he had spoken the easiest words on earth, only that his voice was breathy, low, and persuasive. Sarah found herself attentive and drawn to him. It must be the work of the alcohol she had been taking tonight.

"Wh...what do you mean?" He was now right before her; there was no more space between them, and his fingers had moved up to curl her hair. Her eyes traced his movements, getting attuned to his presence and actions. Rafael shifted closer to her. Now impossibly close, his cologne filled her nostrils as he leaned to whisper into her ears. "I will fuck you harder than you had ever fantasized with Vincent."

Sarah felt a strong wave of arousal hit her nerves. The moisture between her legs increased, and her breath came out fast now. She wanted it, whatever Rafael wanted to offer; she wanted it so bad to get her mind off tonight. She wanted to stop thinking she was too little for Vincent to be attracted to. She wanted to feel wild and free. She was thrilled.

But her mind screamed NO. "I should go back inside." She swallowed, but she didn't move. Rafael was already aware of the effects he had on her and had every intention to exploit it in the wildest way possible. Not giving her room to rethink, his fingers touched the tiny straps of her dress and tugged at them; they fell off her shoulders, leaving them bare. He lowered his head to place a cold kiss on it, and she shuddered. She had not recovered when his lips suddenly claimed hers. Sarah moaned into his mouth as his lips slowly moved against hers deeply but tenderly.

Rafael pulled away without breaking gazes. "Or, come with me." He held her hand and pulled her after him. A moment later, they were riding up the elevator to her suite. He didn't wait for the elevator to land before he started kissing her again. Feeling defiant, her hand moved to squeeze the bulge in his trousers, longing to feel it in her cunt. Rafael's hands slid over her waist and hips, then returned to her perky breasts and gave them a squeeze. Her nipples were now hard and pointing through the fabric she had on.

"Take me already," She rasped impatiently, arching and moaning softly as he dragged his mouth down her throat. "Rafael..." She moaned as she felt his fingers pressing against her soaked cunt through her fabric. "Shhh," he whispered. They had somehow made it into her suite and were now all over each other, a few feet away from the bed. "Feels good," she moaned seductively, her voice only driving him crazier.

"Want to feel better, huh?" He didn't wait for her reply; instead, he pulled her dress off her and pushed her to the bed. His shorts came down next, and his hard, long cock sprang free, ready to hit. Sarah felt this was wrong in all aspects, but her wild arousal said otherwise. He lowered himself and was all over her at once, his mouth and hands doing wonders to her body. He removed her lacy red bra and latched his mouth on her hard nipple. Her body arched off the bed, moaning his name as he worshipped her body passionately. At the same time, he slid two fingers into her overly wet pussy, pulling in and out while drawing patterns inside her. Sarah grabbed the sheet as pleasure wound through her.

Not able to wait any longer, he grabbed a condom from his trousers' pocket, slipped it on, and positioned it at her dripping entrance. "Now," he notified before penetrating her and shattering every boundary that was ever between them. Sarah's moan intensified as she felt his length part her tight entrance widely. It felt too good to be true. Then he started pounding relentlessly, hard and wild. "Say my name, baby," he whispered into her ears when he turned her to face the bed and pounded from behind.

"Rafael," she moaned. "Sounds like it," he muttered breathlessly as he gave her a few last strokes before exhausting himself into the condom.

Sarah had barely recovered from the intense moment she just shared with her step-cousin before she drifted off to sleep. Until a relentless knock on her door shattered the moment.

The relentless knocking jerked Sarah awake. Her eyes were still heavy due to the intense sexual session she had just engaged in. The bed smelled of sex and sweat, and there. She could feel a slight headache coming on and the need to puke. "Open the door, Miss Sarah, I know you are in there." Her eyes snapped wide open at the recognition of the voice. That was Damian, her personal bodyguard that Vincent had entrusted her to his care.

Rafael, who was now awake, was also already walking butt naked towards the door when Sarah suddenly rushed out of the bed to grab him, her other hand holding the white sheet against her naked body.

"What are you doing? He must not see that we are together." She urgently said in a harsh whisper, but Rafael couldn't care any less if they were caught together. "What do I..."

"Hide," she interrupted him. Rafael frowned, finding her suggestion ridiculous, but when the knock persisted, she pushed him towards the back of the wardrobe and had him hide there. She then grabbed Rafael's shirt and fastened it on. It dropped right in the middle of her thighs. "Coming! Feeling sick." She said lazily, hoping to sound convincing.

Finally, she opened the door and found the quiet, gigantic figure of Damian standing there with his arms folded. His eyes immediately scanned her, and a judging expression slipped on his face. "Why are you here? I don't remember Vincent's orders including you invading my privacy," she complained, but Damian was far from listening to her. Without waiting for her consent, he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.

Sarah rolled her eyes, trying so hard to seem like his presence didn't unnerve her. "I don't remember inviting you in." She muttered like she was still half-sleepy, her hand pressing her throbbing temple. "Where is Rafael?" He suddenly asked, startling her with the question.

"Wh...what do you mean? Why are you looking for my cousin brother?" She stuttered. Damian turned around and walked up to her. "I saw you leave the hall with Rafael. You two were quite intimate for cousins." His eyes raked her half-naked body as he spoke, taking in the shirt she was putting on.

"That shirt, I saw it on Rafael earlier. So tell me, did you get in bed with him?" He turned around and started checking the room, strolling toward the bathroom door.

"Stop! What are you even doing? Rafael isn't here. I...mean, it's my time of the month. I got stained, and he offered me a change of clothes. He left afterwards." Sarah lied, even though she didn't find her own lie convincing. She couldn't look him in the eye, so she looked everywhere else but at him.

He walked closer and stopped right before her, staring her down seductively. A slight frown appeared on Sarah's face as confusion set in. Why was Damian looking at her like that? "I can smell him all over you," he said in a voice huskier than his normal voice. Sarah decided to make fun of the moment and tone the seriousness down. She forced a giggle out.

"I understand that you care about my safety, Damian. But I need to rest. You can tell Vincent that I will be back home tomorrow morning. I had some alcohol earlier, and I need to rest, alone, please." Her eyes found him, hoping that her persuasion worked.

Damian's smirk only widened as he leaned in. "Lying doesn't suit you, little Sarah. But lucky for you, my loyalty lies with whoever makes it worth my while. So... what do you have to offer to keep my mouth shut?"

Sarah stared at him dazedly. She knew that look. The way his gaze darkened as it traced the curve of her lips. He was reveling in her mystery because he already knew that Rafael had slept with her.

"You're disgusting," she spat, looking like she could throw him out anytime soon, but Damian merely chuckled as he turned around and reached for the door. "Then I suppose Vincent will be hearing about this..."

"Wait."

The word left her lips before she could stop it. Damian paused, his smug expression telling her he had already won. She hated herself for what she was about to do, but she needed to control the situation.

She swallowed and slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "You want something in exchange?" she murmured, tilting her head up so her lips hovered dangerously close to his. "Fine. But you better keep your mouth shut."

She was going to kiss him when Rafael bailed out of his hiding and punched Damian on his jaw before either could comprehend what was happening. Sarah gasped with fear as she watched Damian hold on to his bleeding jaw and Rafael, who now had a robe on, fuming with anger.

"I can't believe you just hit him!" Sarah shouted, but Rafael was far from caring. "You were just about to kiss him after fucking me! Who does that?" Sarah covered her lips with her hand; Damian had heard it all now. Before she could recover, Damian was already hitting Rafael back, and they were now exchanging punches.

"God no!" Sarah feared as she took in the scene, but Damian finally released a wounded Rafael. Panting hard, he started to speak. "You are a disgrace to the Laurent family," Damian shitted on him. Rafael, wiping the blood away from his mouth, let out a dark chuckle.

"You are just a pathetic loser who's pained that I got to hit her and you didn't." Sarah wasn't cool with Rafael's choice of words, but she decided to let it go. She was more concerned about this fight ending than Rafael's choice of words.

Damian looked back and forth between the two. "Good, let's see who regrets this by tomorrow morning." Rafael was about to strike him again, but Sarah quickly blocked him. She then faced Damian. "Damian, I'm so sorry you have to get involved in this. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow, but please don't tell Vincent about this. I beg you." Damian glared at her, his expression one of contemplation.

"You would have to do better than make promises." He taunted, then fixed his collar and exited her suite. A sudden mixed feeling dawned on Sarah, forcing vomit to spill from her mouth and all over the floor. Rafael wasn't saved from the splash of the vomit.

Early the following morning, Sarah left the hotel for the Laurents' mansion. She had forced Rafael to leave her suite the previous night, not wanting to risk someone else seeing him at the hotel with her.

The previous night was a mistake, and it would stay a mistake even though she couldn't deny that Rafael had handled her body just how she needed to be handled. It didn't change the fact that she only had eyes for Vincent, but that was bad news now since he got a new woman.

"That sucks as hell," she murmured to herself as the memory of Vincent introducing her to the public surfaced in her head. She parked her car and got into the mansion while ignoring the house security, with the hope that Vincent wouldn't be around yet, and luckily for her, he wasn't.

No wonder his most used car wasn't outside in the garage.

Ascending up the stairs with the intention to crash in her bed when she gets up, she almost bumped into Damian, her personal guard. She let out a whimper in shock, her step faltering.

"You scared me." Damian didn't respond right away, and she was going to walk past him like nothing had ensued between them the previous day when his voice stopped her.

"I wonder how the Master would feel when he learns that you and Rafael are..."

"Stop. Stop, Damian. Just stop already." She rasped. "Well, you were going to walk past me like you hadn't promised me anything yesternight." He muttered as he hunched to level with her face.

"But I just... Okay, fine." It was futile to argue with Damian. He was a persistent one who hardly went back on his words. For some reason, Vincent had thought she needed a guard and provided Damian for her.

He had been a pain in the neck ever since. He always wanted to know what she was up to and never failed to leave her side unless she was in her room.

"I'm still waiting for you to offer..."

"Okay, okay," Sarah interrupted him. Without wasting time, she scooted closer to him and engaged him in a deep but short kiss. It was a kiss that lacked emotion, but Damian didn't see it that way. In fact, he had only meant to tease her; he hadn't expected she would kiss him.

"Soft lips," he commented with fancy. "Now that I've kept to my promise, you don't have to inform Vincent about anything." Damian could barely hear her anymore.

He pulled her back by the waist and caged her against the wall with his arms sideways to her body.

"What are you doing?" He leaned down to capture her lips once again, but the entrance door suddenly opened at the same time.

She quickly pulled away from Damian, her heart racing with tension. Damian found a way to disappear. "You are back." She cheerfully descended the stairs to greet Vincent, but that was when her sight fell on Camille, the fiancée who had followed. Now seeing her vividly and taking in her features, Sarah's brows furrowed for a different reason. She had seen Camille before; she knew her.

"Hi Sarah, I guess we have not been properly introduced, but Vincent here has said a lot about you to me." Camille expressed it with a bright smile, but Sarah didn't return the smile.

"Of course he had. Have we met before?"

Camille's bright smile quickly faltered, but it returned as soon as it did.

"No, dear. I have not seen your face before." Vincent watched the exchange between the older and younger woman. Not enjoying how Sarah was analyzing his fiancée, he decided to interfere.

"You must have mistaken my darling wife-to-be for someone else, dear." He said, wrapping his arm around Camille while smiling at Sarah. Sarah's eyes fell on the arm wrapped around the new woman, and she had to try hard to suppress a disdainful expression. "Yeah, of course. It's nice to meet you too... Carol..."

"It's Camille." She corrected me. "Yeah, whatever." Sarah said almost rudely while faking a wide smile. Her attention moved to Vincent.

"I will be upstairs; I have a hangover, and I still need to rest." She said warmly to him. Vincent's deep, dark eyes seemed to be scanning Sarah, who he immediately perceived was acting weird.

"That's fine, darling. Camille will be here for some days, so you both have time to get to know more about each other." He said while he stroked Sarah's cheek in a caring manner with his fingers.

Sarah ignored his information that she was obviously not pleased with. She stepped forward and gave him a peck on his cheek. "See you soon." She simply said. Without sparing Camille another glare, she scampered off the stairs.

Camille, who had been attentive to the scenario before her, felt unsettled.

"Are you okay?" Vincent asked, a slight, worried frown marrying his face.

"Yeah, I am." She lied, moving towards the couch. "Joe is bringing my luggage soon." She informed him with the intention to change the topic, but Vincent was not having it.

"You don't seem okay. What's wrong?" Camille sighed, halted, and then turned to him. "I feel like your daughter doesn't like me." She complained worriedly.

Vincent inhaled and touched her cheek. "You have nothing to worry about. Sarah is just being Sarah. That girl has an attitude of hundreds of women put together. She doesn't mingle with unfamiliar people easily, but it's only a matter of days."

Camille sighed, looking a bit relaxed. "It's fine." She moved closer and embraced him. Vincent wrapped her arms around her, feeling relaxed now that he had managed to persuade her.

He had met Camille at a business meeting, and he was immediately attracted to her charm and boldness. Even at 40, she was a hot divorcée who always dressed to kill. Vincent had concluded after a night out together that she befitted his high-profile status, and he had proposed to her privately, which she jumped at.

Even though he missed his late ex-wife deeply, who had died of a mysterious death. He had to move on after a year of mourning Tiffany because it shouldn't be heard of that he had a growing affection towards another person that he shouldn't have it towards. He needed to distract himself, so he chose Camille.

"That reminds me," Camille said, pulling away from the warm embrace. "I thought your daughter's name was Kendra, not Sarah." Vincent scratched his head, an act that he did whenever he was anxious or uncomfortable saying something.

"Well, Kendra is my biological daughter, and she's away working in Seattle. Sarah is not my biological daughter." Camille took a few steps away from him. "What do you mean?"

"She's my late wife's daughter." Camille felt her heart plummeting at the revelation.