All Chapters of Craving Him, My Step-Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

IVANA’S POVI owe mom for bringing the idea of a picnic and Lara for pushing forward with it. All the while I thought the picnic was going to be boring but it turned out to be so much fun. My sexcapades with Ruslan were wild, intense and unforgettable. The memory was going to live with me for the rest of my life. Each time I thought of it, I found myself smiling but I was quick to wipe the smile off so I wouldn't be asked why.Instead of joining the rest for hiking, I stayed back at the tent claiming to be in pains so I was left alone with Ruslan who declared his disinterest even before he was asked That cool evening, Ruslan did not only make love to me. He claimed me over and over again and I let him. That night even when they returned, he took me like he owned me, pressing me against the tent wall, with one hand covering my mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to give us away.It was brutal but passionate, a punishment I welcomed wholeheartedly. Each of his thrust hit

Ruslan’s POVThe silence in my office was suffocating.Since last night, I haven't stepped out and no one has come in since Ivana left. At the moment, I was sitting behind my desk, pen in hand and papers in front of me but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to Ivana.My guts keep telling me something doesn’t sit right. It wasn't about the fallout we had yesterday, this was different. Last night, I didn't intend to react that way but she was refusing to get the message I desperately wanted to pass on. A lot of things were going through my mind; the Irish clan silence and then Lorenzo’s chilling words. All I wanted was a little time for myself to wrap my head about what was bothering me but she wasn't having it. Falling back on my seat, I shut my eyes tightly as I began to swirl my chair around, trying to forget about her but it was to know avail. Leaning forward with my hands clasped in front of me, I shifted my gaze to my laptop. I had been watching the footage for a w

Ruslan’s POVComforting someone was a skill I sucked at so seeing Ivory broken this way and being unable to offer her any word of comfort, drove me to the corner. Thanks to Lara’s timely intervention, she pulled Ivory away from me and then led her up the stairs while I kept staring until they disappeared into the hallway. “Make sure you bring her back." Igor said, eliciting a nod from me and with my hand tucked inside my pockets, I joined the others.Sitting at the owner's seat of the car while Nikolai drove, I found myself chewing my fingernails; a habit that only came to play when I was nervous. It was supposed to be the Irish clan I ought to be up against but the voice of the boss was different. How come I haven't crossed paths with this person yet and why does he have to come for Ivana instead of me, his foe. No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't add up. I was barely holding it together.Every second that went by in that car felt like a ticking bomb inside my chest

Ruslan’s POVFinally, it was all over. Lorenzo and his ghost boss had been sent to the abyss and that was enough for me for now.Punching the last key on the door lock, I listened to the familiar sound of the door creaking open and with my hand tucked in my pockets, I made my way in, the door clicking shut behind me. Taking a deep breath, I looked around the large living room but no one was in sight. I was expecting to see Ivory waiting expectantly for my return. Rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, I made my way towards the couch and then plopped on it with a little sigh. Ivana. — I thought, the sight of blood gushing out of her wound making rounds in my head. Before coming here, I had made a stop at the hospital. She was barely alive but stable, and breathing.“You're back." Ivory said, and immediately, I shot my head upwards. She was making her way towards me, her face unreadable until she halted right in front of me.“How is Ivana?” She asked with a trembling lip. “She’s fine

Ivana’s POVIt was dull at first so I managed to keep still but when the sharp pain traveled from my spine straight to my brain, I jerked, snapping my eyes open only to shut it.The blinding light steaming from the open window hurted that I had to open my eyes slowly and cautiously to avoid a repeat of what happened earlier.Hospital? My heart beat doubled as my eyes fell on the iron rod next to me. A drip was connected to my hand and the more I stared at it, the more curious I became. The last time I checked, I was perfectly fine, how come I was in the hospital?I racked my head, thinking of an answer but I couldn't come up with any. It was frustrating and just before I could yell my lungs out, I saw her.That explains the familiar scent of lavender that has been messing with my brain.Mom was seated on the couch opposite me, a sheet covering her slightly as she slept. Her hair which was always styled neatly was tangled, her cheeks resting on her hand and the worried look on her fa