LOGINChapter 6The realization hit me the moment I saw that black duffel bag with the frayed strap and university sticker sitting on the couch. Louis was back. He had been back. The citrus scent that had haunted me, the brutal way that cock had split me open and ruined me, the prominent scar on the forearm I had felt under my hands in the dark… it all pointed to one person.My stepbrother.I didn’t confront anyone. Not yet. Instead, I played it cool at breakfast, smiling at Brian, Marcus, and Damien like nothing had changed. My body still ached deliciously from everything I’d done with them, but my mind was fixed on the missing piece.“I’m going to crash at my friend’s place tonight,” I announced casually, pushing my eggs around the plate. “Tell Louis when he gets back, okay? He probably needs the room to himself anyway.”Brian raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Sure. You good?”“Yeah. Just need a change of scenery.” I kept my voice light, even as my pulse hammered. “Can you let him know I won
Chapter 5That night, I didn’t bother with the thin silk slip. I lay naked under the sheets in Louis’ bed, the black sleeping mask already secured over my eyes, plunging me into total darkness. My body still hummed from the day’s encounters—Brian’s sleepy morning cock, Marcus bending me over the kitchen stool, Damien fucking me senseless in the soapy tub—but none of them had matched the first night. None of them carried that sharp, clean citrus scent. None of them had stretched me open with that exact, brutal perfection.I wanted him again. Needed him.The house had gone quiet hours ago. I heard the distant click of the front door much later, well past midnight. Footsteps—confident, unhurried—moved down the hallway. My pulse spiked as they paused outside Louis’ door. The knob turned. He stepped inside and closed it softly behind him.Citrus. The scent hit me like a drug, fresh and zesty, cutting through the warm air of the bedroom. My nipples tightened instantly. It was him. The same
Chapter 4My brother wasn’t picking up my calls. I dialed Mom instead.“Mom, Louis isn’t answering. Are you in contact with him? Is he done with training?”“What? Isn’t he already with you? His training got cancelled, so he headed back days ago.”I frowned and walked toward his bedroom door. “No, he’s not here. I haven’t seen him since you dropped me off.”“Well, maybe he slept elsewhere.”“Seriously?” I echoed, incredulous.“What?”“Just because he’s not your biological son doesn’t mean you should be so casual about his whereabouts. What if something happened to him?”She huffed. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.“Honey, it’s Louis. He’ll be fine.”“I’ll ask his roommates if they’ve heard anything.”“Sure. Call me if you learn something.”“Okay. Bye.” I hung up.Night fell quickly. The moment I heard all three roommates’ footsteps in the hallway, I went straight to Damien’s room.His bedside table held only two books. The rest of his side of the room was sparse, just a w
Chapter 3The next morning, sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows as I joined the guys for breakfast. My body still carried a delicious ache from the night before, a reminder of how thoroughly I’d rode Brian. Brian sat at the head of the table, flipping through his phone like nothing had happened, flashing me that easy, charming smile as if he hadn’t been buried inside me just hours ago.“Morning, beautiful,” Brian said casually, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs toward me. “Sleep well?”I returned his smile, though my mind was racing. “Better than I expected,” I replied, keeping my voice light. “You?”He winked. “Like a baby.”Marcus and Damien were already digging into their food. I kept stealing glances at Marcus across the table. He was quieter than the other two, broad shoulders relaxed in a simple black tank top that hugged his muscular frame. There was something about the way he moved, the subtle confidence in his posture, that made my pulse quicken.The conversation fl
Chapter 2The next morning, he was no longer by my side when I woke up. And when I checked well, I was in my brother's room so, how did he sleep in here?I washed up, slipped into a cropped tank top and tiny cotton shorts, and stepped out of Louis’ room. Three pairs of eyes immediately sized me up and down. Three of the hottest men I’d ever seen.The one with golden-blond hair and warm brown eyes had light freckles scattered across his high cheekbones. He was built — broad shoulders, thick arms, and a quiet, easy smile. The second had jet-black hair that fell messily over his forehead, piercing green eyes, and a sharp jawline that looked carved from stone. The third was taller, with dark brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and stormy gray eyes that seemed to see right through me.“Morning,” the blond one said, voice smooth and friendly. “You must be Lila. I’m Brian.”“Damien,” the black-haired one added with a small nod, his tone polite but distant.The bearded one gave a half-smile.
2. Whose Bed Did I Crawl Into? Chapter 1Mom and Louis did not listen to me. Despite telling them I wanted to stay in Joe's for the meantime.They told me it was dangerous and that I was safer in Louis’ hostel instead. But, someone please explain to me like I'm five how staying with Joe, my boyfriend of three years is not safe but staying with Louis and his four roommates which were men was safer? Men I don't know! My protest was ignored throughout the ride to Louis apartment complex.“Louis won't be around for the week.”My head snapped to my mom as she set my luggage in Louis room.“What do you mean?” My voice echoed.“He has training outside of town so he won't be around but it'd be just for the week.”“Mom! So, you won't let me stay with Joe but you want me to stay with four strangers?”“They are not strangers but your brother's roommate. And he has reassured me that they are not dangerous men.”“Are you serious? Maybe I should as well just go back to beg Rachel to take me in.”
Chapter 7I moved quietly through the halls, heart racing. The message kept echoing in my head. I needed that compartment and whatever was inside it. That was my mission. The only reason I was here.I approached Christian’s massive master bedroom, the door slightly ajar. I heard their voices and qu
Chapter 3I went for breakfast limping.“What happened to you last night?”I looked up. Rayna sat at the dining table, drinking soda, her curious eyes staring back at me.I cleared my throat. “I fell on the stairs.”“Or my cousins broke your legs?” She snickered.I laughed it off, pretending she wa
Chapter 2“Who the hell are you and why can't you knock?”I swallowed and kept my head straight. They were my stepsons regardless. “I'm Elena. Your late father's legal wife. We haven't met. So, let's make this the official introduction. I've learnt your names but can you introduce yourselves proper
1. Stepson SeedChapter 1My husband died six months after our marriage people like to call, a “dream marriage”. They believed it was a love story. You know, he met me, liked me and we decided to get married because I reciprocated the feelings. Meanwhile, i hated the old geezer. Suddenly, he had an







