I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION

NYRA'S POV God, I felt nothing at all. Richard was on top of me again, grunting and sweating like a desperate pig. Same lifeless rhythm… in and out, in and out, like he was checking off a chore. My silk nightie was bunched up around my waist, legs spread from pure muscle memory after three years of this bullshit. I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above us. One… two… three… My pussy was dry as bone, completely checked out. Then my brain betrayed me, like it always did. I squeezed my eyes shut and replaced him with Luca. Those dark, hungry eyes staring down at me. His rough voice growling right in my ear, “Shut the fuck up and take it, Nyra.” I pictured his big, strong hands pinning my wrists above my head, his thick cock stretching me open, slamming into me hard and deep like he owned every inch of my body. Heat exploded between my legs, and my back arched off the bed for real this time. A real, filthy moan ripped out of my throat. In seconds I was soaked, dripping do

NYRA'S POV His voice came out hoarse and raw, like it had been scraped over gravel. He stood frozen in the doorway, bag still gripped tight in one hand. His eyes locked on me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Me sprawled shamelessly on his bed. His leather jacket jammed between my spread thighs. My hand still moving desperately under my skirt, fingers slick and shiny with how wet I already was.Shame flooded my face, burning my cheeks hot. But I didn’t stop, I couldn’t. The ache between my legs had built up for years, and having him right there watching me only made everything throb even harder, hotter, more desperate.“Don’t… don’t make me stop,” I whispered, my voice shaking but stubborn as hell. My eyes stayed glued to his, defiant even through the embarrassment. “Please, Luca, I can’t finish on my own. Help me. Just this once.”For a long, heavy second, nothing moved. The room felt too quiet except for my ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. Then he dropped

NYRA'S POV The next morning I showed up at Luca’s office building right on time. Heart pounding, but I kept my face calm and professional. I chose a simple blouse and pencil skirt, neat hair, minimal makeup. This was a job. Nothing more. I was here to work hard, learn fast, and keep things strictly business no matter what happened last night.His assistant, Clara, met me in the lobby and took me up. “Mr. Luca runs a tight ship,” she warned with a small smile. “Pay attention to everything. He expects excellence from day one.”I nodded seriously. “I’m ready to learn. Just show me where to start.”She introduced me to a couple of seniors first. I listened carefully as they walked me through the filing system, scheduling software, how Luca preferred his coffee, and the exact way he liked meeting notes formatted. I took detailed notes on my tablet, asking smart questions and repeating instructions back to make sure I got everything right. By the time they left me at my desk outside his