Semua Bab Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Bab 151 - Bab 160

_Author’s POV_Amelie stayed at a spot for what seemed to be hours. Who she was waiting for? She couldn't tell. Luca hadn't left his office since she sank down at his door and she was happy he didn't. What excuse would she give it he asked what was wrong with her?She couldn't say that she was stuck between which brother to choose. She couldn't say that she was scared of what his brothers would say if they found out. She also couldn't say that she might also have feelings for his brothers. So she closed her eye and let herself feel every emotion hitting her at once.“Why the hell are you there?” Liana screeched, crossing the distance to Amelie in long strides. She had searched her over for her until she saw Amelie sitting here like some abandoned child..Amelie didn’t even flinch. She remained curled in the hallway corner, knees pulled tight to her chest, her back pressed to the cold wall outside Luca’s office. Her eyes were red-rimmed, dry but heavy, like she’d already cried e

_Amelie’s POV_The carpet outside Luca’s office was soft beneath my knees.I sat with my arms wrapped tightly around myself, eyes burning and my throat raw from holding in the sobs that refused to stop. Nico’s words kept playing in a loop — every vow, every threat, every shattered piece of what we used to be, sharp and bloody in my mind.You’re still mine.I’ll never let you go.I should’ve run. Gone anywhere else that wasn't close to Luca. But I didn’t have the strength. My legs had given out, and this hallway—this stupid, empty hallway—was the only place I felt invisible for a moment.And I had been here for hours and I didn't really think he was in there at this point.Until the door opened.I heard the click first. Then the soft creak.My breath was locked in my chest. I froze, wiping my face quickly with my sleeves, praying the tears weren’t as obvious as they felt. Please, God, don’t let it be him. Don’t let him have heard—“Amelie?”Luca’s voice was gentle. Too gentle.And m

My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as heat flooded my bloodstream. He worked me like he’d done it a hundred times — slow at first, then deeper, his tongue devastating.I moaned before I could stop it, fingers fisting in his hair, thighs trembling around his head as he dragged me closer to the edge.“Luca—” My voice was a broken thread. “I can’t—”Can't what? Do this for much longer? Couldn't tell what I was just about to say.“You can,” he growled against me, voice muffled, lips slick. “You’re already there.”His hands gripped my hips like they belonged to him. He anchored me, held me still, and the wet sounds between us grew louder, filthier. Shame curled in my belly, but it was eclipsed by the rising, crashing wave he pulled out of me with each stroke of his tongue.“Luca, please—”He didn’t stop.He devoured me.Until my thighs clenched and my back arched and the dam inside me shattered all at once.I cried out his name—not quietly, not politely—like a curse and a confessio

_Nico’s POV_The knife in my hand trembled.Not from exhaustion.Not from training myself to the pain to breaking down..But from the sound coming through the thin walls of Luca’s bedroom.Her voice.Amelie’s voice.Moaning. Gasping. Breaking. Not from pain tooBut from pleasure.He was touching her and she was enjoying it. Enjoying another man’s hands on her. I squeezed the hilt tighter, my knuckles white. The training blade was stained with my sweat, and the cracked leather grip dug into the skin of my palm, grounding me to this moment-this—this unbearable, godless moment.She was his. Tonight, in that room, in that bed, under him.I had chosen her when she didn't choose me.And I was out here. Listening. Bleeding from the inside.Mine.The word sliced through me harder than any blade. But it felt like a lie now. A cruel one. The kind that wore her perfume and smiled with her lips.She said she hated us. She said she didn’t feel anything.But that wasn’t the sound of a woman who fe

_Amelie’s POV_I told myself it meant nothing.That I could forget the sound of the door creaking, the way Nico’s voice had affected me.That I could pretend.So I did.The next day, when a guard handed me a folded note in Luca’s handwriting, I didn’t flinch. I didn’t ask who saw what, or if the cameras caught Nico slipping into my room. I burned the robe I’d been wearing just to be safe and tucked the silver bracelet into the deepest drawer of my vanity.And I told myself, again, that it meant nothing.I was with Luca now, or about to be with him. Other things didn’t matter. I pushed myself off the bed, making my way to Luca’s office with my eyes on the floor.I stopped in my tracks when a pair of black shoes stopped in front of me and I raised my head up to meet a pair familiar eyes. Matteo. His state was colder than Luca’s and less obsessive than Nico’s. I had no idea why I could tell them apart, but I was. “Matteo…” I started, but he immediately looked away, brushing past me.