Semua Bab HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ivy's POV.By the time dinner was over, I was breathless. My body was tense, and every nerve on edge, with the unsatisfied ache gnawing at me like a relentless fire.He had done this to me on purpose, and I needed to get out of there.The second I left the table, I made my way back to my room, shutting the door behind me harder than necessary. I went straight to my desk and sat, trying to ignore and push past the building frustration. Flipping open my notebook, I tried to force my focus, but the words on the page blurred together. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I couldn’t think about anything else.Not with this heat coiling low in my stomach, throbbing, desperate.The way his fingers teased me under the table, the deliberate, torturous pace of it. He never once looked at me, never let anyone suspect a thing, all while controlling my reactions so easily.I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the ache and the desperate need.My grip

Ivy's POV.It was finally here. The dinner I had invited Aaron to.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the front of my dress with shaky hands. My reflection stared back at me, and for a second, I didn’t even recognize the person in the mirror. The tight knot in my stomach twisted with nerves, pulling in ways I couldn’t control. But it wasn’t really the dinner that had me on edge. Not exactly.It was Brandon.He had kept his promise. It had been a week since that night in the shower, and I’d lost count of how many times we’d ended up tangled together, in dark corners of the house, in the empty locker room between classes, in his car after school. Each time was reckless. Wrong. And each time, I let it happen.I wanted to lie to myself. Tell myself it was just because of the things he had over me. But I knew better. I knew because sometimes, late at night, I found myself waiting for him. Listening for his footsteps. I knew because I had stopped locking my door, just in case he

Ivy's POVI barely had time to process what was happening before Brandon pushed my panties aside, and eased in. His hands gripped my hips, hot and unrelenting, his touch possessive in a way that made my skin tingle.A little whimper escaped me."You really thought you could take it off?" he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his voice thick with amusement. "That was cute."His words sent a shiver down my spine as he pulled back and thrust into me, hard and deep, without warning. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping against mine in a punishing rhythm.I wanted to push back, to argue, to tell him to get off of me, but it was already gone in the pleasure he was giving me. The vibrator had left me wet and needy, but this, this was raw, primal, and utterly relentless.My fingers clutched the sheets, my breath hitching, and every muscle in my body tightening as I fought to keep the moans that escaped me locked behind my lips."Keep it d

Ivy's POV.Dinner was quiet, the only sounds filling the space were the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates. It was just the three of us. Brandon, my mother, and me. I pushed a piece of chicken around my plate, watching as the sauce smeared across the white ceramic. Then something clicked in my mind, a memory from yesterday that I hadn’t fully processed until now. Setting my fork down, I glanced up at my mother. “Hey, Mom,” I said, keeping my tone light, casual. “Were you at the carnival yesterday?”She froze.For a split second, I saw it, the way her expression flickered, a flash of something almost like panic before she smoothed it over, replacing it with her usual warm, easy smile. It happened so fast that I might have imagined it."The carnival?" She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she reached for her glass of water. "No, sweetheart, of course not. Why would I be there?"I frowned, studying her face carefully. There was nothing there now, no trace of th

Brandon's POV I found my father in his study. The heavy scent of old books, leather, and his colonge filled the air, a smell I had long associated with him. The fireplace crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows along the walls. He barely looked up when I stepped inside, his eyes scanning the documents on his desk with focus, the soft scratch of his pen filling the silence.I shut the door behind me. “Dad.”His pen paused mid-signature, then he set it down carefully beside the paper, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine. “Brandon.” He gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”I walked further into the room and sank into the chair, leaning forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees. “I need to talk to you about something.”His expression remained unreadable, but he leaned back in his chair, interlacing his fingers over his chest. “About?”“The mate bond.”For a brief second, something flickered in his gaze, mild amusement, maybe, but