All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

_Amelie’s POV_“Don’t act like your hands aren’t dirty too. Because you are way worse than we are.” Luca had said to me. I couldn’t even deny it at this point. I had done something so terrible to them.I didn’t have an excuse.I took in a shaky breath, fingers trembling. The silence that followed was suffocating.But it didn’t last.“I’m so—” I started to say but Luca’s hand shot up.“You’re not sorry. If you were, you would’ve apologized to us before now.”There was no yelling. No cursing.Just quiet fury.The kind that hurts worse than shouting.Matteo looked away first. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might break a tooth.Luca paced like he was trying not to explode.And Nico—he just stared at me.His expression wasn’t angry. It was unreadable.Like he was trying to decide what to do about me. For some reason, Luca’s words seemed to sting most.“You thought keeping secrets would protect you,” Matteo said coldly. “But it put you at risk. It put all of us at risk. Stop

_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t look away from him.Nico was above me, his bare chest rising and falling with every breath, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held himself back. His eyes were wild, dark, but full of something that made my lungs stop working—want, yes, but also something more dangerous. Possession. Worship. Rage.“You want this?” he asked again, voice rough, cock hard and pressed at my entrance.I nodded.“Say it,” he growled, leaning closer until our foreheads almost touched. “I need to hear you say it.”“I want you, Nico. I want this,” I whispered, barely able to breathe, the silk tie biting into my wrists as I pulled at them without thinking.You don’t get to take it back,” he growled against my lips. “You say you want this—you get all of me.”“I want it,” I repeated. “I NEED you.”The sound he made was pure sin. Then he reached between us, dragging the thick head of his cock through my slick foldsHis mouth crashed into mine at the same time his hips did.I shattered

Amelie’s POVHis voice shouldn’t have shaken me. But it did.“Hello, mi amor,” he said, smooth as velvet, cold as steel. “Did you miss me?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. My fingers tightened around the empty water bottle, crackling the plastic in my grip.I tried to take a step back but I merely pushed into the counter, realizing that there was no escape for me. How did he get in here? Had he been here all along or did he walk in after Matteo left? I didn't hear the door opening again after Matteo had walked out. So how was he here now?So many questions raced through my head, none of them having the answers I wanted. Ferdinand sat like he belonged—like this wasn’t the first time he’d broken into someone’s world and made himself at home. He looked the same as I remembered: sharp smile, sharper eyes, suit too crisp to mean anything good.“What are you doing here?” I finally managed. My voice was low. Controlled. Barely.I co

_Amelie’s POV_I should have locked my door before I walked into the bathroom.But I hadn't expected anyone to show up.Steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower, the towel barely wrapped around my chest. My hair dripped down my back and my pulse had just begun to slow.Then I saw him.Matteo. Leaning against the bedroom wall like he’d been waiting for hours. Like this was his room. His shower. His girl.I stopped mid-stepWhat was he doing here?My eyes shifted to the door which was now locked and then back to his face.He didn’t speak. Just looked at me—eyes heavy-lidded and unreadable. His arms were crossed, one ankle lazily tucked over the other. But there was nothing relaxed about the energy pouring off him. It coiled through the air like smoke from a fire I couldn’t see but already felt burning.“How long have you been there?” I asked, throat dry.His voice was low. Smooth. Dangerous. “Long enough.”I tightened the towel. “You could’ve knocked. Or maybe waited for m

_Amelie’s POV_I had to double-check the address twice as I walked.A warehouse on the outskirts of the city. No cameras. No guards. No triplets to save me. Just a thin message on my burner phone that said: “If you want to know the truth, come alone.” Signed only with a black heart emoji.Cute.I felt like I was making a terrible mistake. But I couldn't turn back now. Actually, I could, but I wouldn't. The gravel crunched under my boots as I crossed the lot. Each step forward felt like shedding layers of safety I hadn’t realized I still had. My body was alert. Senses tight. This wasn’t just any meeting.This was a choice.And I had to make sure I came out of it alive. The warehouse was walkable from where we were, Ferdinand made sure of it. I wouldn't be walking if it was far. I had a hundred reasons to turn around actually. But I kept walking. And soon the warehouse came into sight. It felt like eyes were pinned on me, but I kept walking. A rusted steel door gave way with a pr