"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.