CHAPTER 4

The homeward journey to the new residence proved to be an extremely uncomfortable experience. I remained seated in the back seat while I fixed my gaze on the Boston roadways. My stepbrother was Enzo. The same Enzo who had fucked me senseless in the back of his car just hours earlier. The same Enzo who had choked me while I moaned. The entire situation felt surreal.

My eyes kept stealing looks at him. He still appeared extremely attractive in his dark suit which featured sharp lines. The way the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw, those dark intense eyes… My body still remembered every second of last night. A dangerous heat gathered in my lower belly. I hated myself for it, but I wanted him again. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to restrain me with his body and call me his pretty boy slut one more time.

Enzo remained in complete control of his emotions. He sat with his legs spread, one arm resting on the back of the seat, typing away on his phone like nothing in the world was wrong. The silence continued until I reached my limit.

I made a throat clearing sound. “Enzo… about last night—”

He continued to stare at his phone screen without looking up. “No, I don't intend to tell anyone.”

His voice remained utterly emotionless while he spoke. It sent a chill down my spine.  I nodded once, quickly, and went back to staring out the window, my face burning.

The family arrived at the mansion. Patricia, the maid, was already waiting at the door with a warm smile.

“Welcome home, boys! You must be Julian, I'm Patricia.” she said cheerfully as we stepped inside. “The wedding was beautiful so I want to congratulate your parents. I prepared a special lunch for all of us.”

“Thank you, Patricia,” I mumbled, forcing a small smile.

Enzo provided her with a brief nod before he continued walking without engaging in conversation.

The dining table displayed an impressive arrangement of freshly prepared pasta, grilled chicken, and salad, which included a bottle of wine placed at the center. Mom and Dante were already seated, looking happy and relaxed. I took my seat at the table, but I no longer felt hungry. Every time I looked at the food, my mind flashed back to last night in the car. The way Enzo had gripped my hair and pushed his cock down my throat. The taste of his cum as he came hard, forcing me to swallow every drop while I moaned around him. My face heated up again and I stared at my plate, pushing the food around with my fork.

Mom noticed immediately. “Julian, honey, what’s going on? You’ve barely touched your food. Are you feeling okay?”

I looked up, trying to act normal. “I’m just tired, Mom. It’s been a long day. The wedding and everything… I didn’t sleep much last night.”

Dante chuckled kindly. “That’s understandable, son. You’ve had a lot on your plate with med school too. Eat something, though. You need your strength.”

Enzo remained silent throughout the meal while he ate his food at a slow pace. He suddenly got up from his seat about halfway into the meal.

“I need a break,” he said simply, his voice still carrying that cold edge. He picked up his jacket and walked out the front door without waiting for anyone to respond to him.

Mom watched him go with a soft laugh. “Boys will be boys. Don’t worry, Julian. You two will adjust to this new family over time. It’s a big change for everyone.”

“Yeah… sure,” I muttered, forcing another bite down.

We finished our meal without any disturbance. Patricia efficiently cleared the table while she stacked the plates in a neat arrangement.

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave now,” she said politely. “My daughter has an important event at school today. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Enjoy the rest of your day!”

After she left, Mom showed me to my new room upstairs. The new room exceeded the dimensions of my previous Jersey room while it featured both a large bed and a private bathroom. I thanked her and tried to rest, but sleep wouldn’t come. My mind kept replaying everything.

Mom and Dante went out for their romantic dinner which lasted until late at night. The house felt too quiet. I took a long cold shower, hoping it would cool down the confusing heat still simmering in my body. After I dried my body, I only put on black boxers before going to the kitchen to drink some water. I wasn’t thinking straight—I had completely forgotten this wasn’t my old apartment. I was walking around half-naked like it was nothing.

I opened the fridge and got a cold bottle of water when Enzo crashed through the front door. Enzo stumbled into the room, clearly inebriated. His tie was loose, hair messy, and he smelled like whiskey. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and stared at me, his dark eyes slowly raking over my almost-naked body.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well… look at this,” he slurred, stepping closer. Enzo approached me before he slapped my buttocks with force, which created a loud sound that filled the empty kitchen space. “Nice ass, little stepbrother.”

I jumped, nearly dropping the water bottle. “Enzo—what the fuck?!”

He advanced toward me while he maintained a close distance. His hot breath touched my neck as he leaned toward me. “You know… your mom is such a gold-digger. Marrying my dad for his money. Bet she’s been planning this for years. And you…” He reached down to my body and squeezed my buttocks with possessive fingers. “You’re such a fucking slut, Julian. Moaning my name last night like you couldn’t get enough of my cock. Begging me to fill your tight little hole while you rode me in the rain. Such a greedy pretty boy whore.”

My blood boiled. The combination of his drunken words with his physical contact and the memory of our past activities overwhelmed me.

“Shut up!” I snapped, shoving at his chest. He barely moved.

Enzo’s smirk widened. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the truth? You loved it. Loved swallowing my cum like a good little slut. I can still see the way your throat worked when I—”

I didn’t let him finish. My hand flew up and slapped him hard across the face. 

"I said, Shut the fuck up."