All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelie’s POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, running my fingers down the length of the red dress. It clung to my curves like a second skin, the fabric whispering against my fingertips as I adjusted it. The deep neckline barely covered the curve of my chest, and the slit that ran up my thigh made every step feel deliberate—designed to catch the eye and keep it there.Every dress I had worn showed the curves of my body, and this one wasn't any different.Victor had asked for red, but he didn’t know what kind of red he was going to get.Santiago’s voice echoed in my mind: Play the part. Be the perfect bride. Show them what they want to see.All this just to get the information that he wanted. But that wasn’t the part I was playing tonight. Tonight, I was going to show Victor something entirely different.I adjusted the jade earrings, letting the weight of the stones rest comfortably on my earlobes.it wasn’t enough to simply look perfect. I needed him to feel it. To know it

Amelie’s POVLuca’s lips brushed my ear. “No, cara mia. We’re here to make you remember who you are when you’re with us.”My lips parted as I stared up at him. I should’ve moved. Should’ve shoved him away, demanded they leave, kept clinging to the cold, distant version of myself I’d spent months perfecting. The one who could survive this estate. The one Victor believed he owned.The one Santiago thought returned to him. But I didn’t.Because deep down I knew exactly what I wanted. Even though it was rhe thing I should be wanting.Luca’s hands slid to my waist, grounding me in the worst way. “Don’t pretend with us,” he whispered, voice low and dark. “Not tonight.”I swallowed a limb, feeling the heat pf his palm on my skin. Behind him, Nico leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like he already knew every thought running through my head. And maybe he did.And Matteo —Matteo was already behind me, his fingers brushing the small of my back, claiming space without permis

_Third person POV_The sun had barely risen, casting a faint glow over the room, when Amelie wokeShe was still in the bed beside Victor, his arm draped heavily over her waist. His breath was warm against her shoulder, slow and steady as he slept. She could feel the weight of him on her. His body, always a presence, even in slumber, reminded her of her role here—how close she was to everything she despised, and how far she was from escaping it.The sound of his breathing almost felt suffocating, the intimacy of it pressing in on her. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, the silence wrapping around her like a thick, suffocating blanket.This position was meant for couples who were in love, not me. Not this. She thought to herself as she stared at the man sleeping beside her.Santiago’s voice echoed in her mind, cold and indifferent, “You’re not irreplaceable.”ButShe felt a cold shiver crawl down her spine as she recalled the finality in his words. No matter

Amelie’s POVWaking up felt like I was drowning.Not in water, but in warmth. In silence. In too-soft blankets and the unfamiliar weight of safety pressing down on me like a lie.For a second, I couldn’t tell where I was. The light through the curtains was dim—morning, maybe? Or evening. My head was pounding. My limbs were sore. My body screamed with the echo of adrenaline, fear, and something else I couldn’t name.I blinked hard, pushing myself upright.I wouldn’t recognize the place, and my brain was a bit foggy.I wasn’t in Victor’s mansion anymore. That much was certain. The bed beneath me was wide. Clean. Expensive sheets, soft against my skin. A faint scent of smoke and leather lingered in the air.The triplets.It was at that moment that I heard it.Breathing.I turned my head, heart hammering, only to find Luca sitting in the armchair by the window, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, pointing it out.My mouth opened, then closed. I didn’

_Amelie’s POV_“Don’t hold back, I can take it.”Luca didn’t even attempt to hold back. The belt cracked again, once, sharp and clean across my skin. The sting bloomed hot across my thighs, but it wasn’t pain I felt.It was release.I fought back a moan as the sting turned into pleasure, my thighs clenching together as I leaned towards him more.I gasped, fingers digging into my skin, back arching slightly as the silk around my wrists bit tighter. My heart pounded loud enough that I thought they’d hear it. But none of them said a word.Not right away.Maybe they did, but just chose not to. They saw the desperation I felt, my need for them. And they remained quiet. No degrading words, not even a single thing saidAnd for some reason part of me felt disappointed Then I felt him.Luca’s palm smoothing over the welt he’d just marked, tender and possessive in the same motion. “Still with us, Tesoro?” He asked, like there was a chance I would be anywhere but here.I nodded, breath caugh