All Chapters of Stripper by Night, Doctor by Deception : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RYANI couldn’t remember the last time I laughed that much. Rafael had dragged me all over the damn city and I had a blast. And what’s more… I was starting to like how both brothers were into me. Like, really into me. Just a little more time, a few more pushes… and I’d have them exactly where I wanted.Rafael nudged my shoulder with his on our way through the front door. “We should do this more often,” he said with a lopsided grin.I shot him a smirk. “Oh, for sure. I really had a great day.”Rafael smiled as he slipped his fingers between mine. “Thank you… for doing this with me,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against my knuckles.I didn’t pull away.He stepped in closer, his free hand gently resting on my waist as he leaned in and pecked my lips. “Goodnight,” he whispered against my lips, then pulled back with a smile that made something twist in my chest.I watched him walk down the hallway, disappearing into his room with the quiet click of his door shutting behind him.I t

RYANRicardo’s gaze snapped toward me. "What?" My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed to think fast… say something that wouldn't raise suspicion.Because the truth?It was Lucas who helped me. Helped me find my way into Ricardo's home. Sure, I wasn’t doing exactly what Lucas wanted anymore, but deep down, a part of me still didn't want to stand here and watch Ricardo end him.I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady."Killing Lucas would be too easy," I said quickly, meeting Ricardo’s dark, burning stare. "Way too easy for what he’s done."Ricardo cocked his head slightly,"Go on."I exhaled slowly."Lucas burned down your warehouse. He threatened you, humiliated you. If you kill him now, that's giving him an escape. A mercy."I paused, seeing Ricardo’s eyes narrow just a fraction."But if you take from him," I said carefully, "bit by bit, destroy everything he built, everything he loves... and make him watch it crumble? That’s real suffering. That’s worse than death."A slow,

RYANHe was still burning up when I slipped my arm under his back and gently lifted him.Ricardo didn’t fight me.He just let out a weak sound, his head tipping onto my shoulder like he couldn’t hold it up anymore."Easy," I murmured against his hair, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves. "I got you."I carried him across the room, careful not to jostle him too much, and pushed open the bathroom door with my foot.Inside, the cool air hit us, and for a second Ricardo shivered against me.I shifted my grip, holding him tighter, grounding him against my chest.The bathtub was already big enough to hold both of us if we needed.I set him down on the edge carefully and reached over to turn the water on, letting it run lukewarm… cool enough to fight the fever without shocking his system.Ricardo leaned heavily against the wall, his breaths coming in slow, shallow pulls.I knelt in front of him again, sliding my hands up his thighs."Can you lift your hips for me?" I asked softly.He g

RYAN I shifted onto my elbow, smirking down at him. "You know what would really even the score, pretty boy?" Ricardo raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath. "Oh yeah? What’s that?" I grinned slow and wicked. "You. Naked." His eyes widened… just for a second, before he gave a low chuckle, like he hadn't expected me to say that out loud. Like he should’ve known better. "Strip for me," I said, voice dropping to a growl. "Now." Ricardo’s mouth parted slightly, surprised, but the spark in his eyes said he wasn’t about to say no. He held my gaze as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slid them down, revealing everything. I sat back, savoring every damn second. God, he was gorgeous. Ricardo, the fucking Mafia boss, all ruthless and cold outside these walls, but here… with me… he was pliant. I reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the black silk rope I’d hidden there earlier… a little surprise I hadn't been sure I'd get to use

RYAN"Marco," I said, "I don't trust him."Ricardo frowned, looking confused. "What are you talking about?"I sat up a little, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't know exactly. It's just... I've been seeing some weird behavior lately. Feels off."Ricardo let out a short laugh, shaking his head like I was being ridiculous. "You're overthinking it, pretty boy. Marco’s been with me for years. Him and Matteo... before Matteo decided to be a backstabbing little shit."He chuckled again, but softer this time. "I can vouch for Marco. Or maybe it’s just his cold-ass demeanor. He’s always been like that. Makes you feel like he's planning to kill you in your sleep when he’s really just deciding what sandwich he wants."I gave a tight smile, but inside, my stomach twisted.Oh, if only you knew, I thought grimly.If only you knew who Marco really is… what he really wants from you."Alright," I said, forcing lightness into my voice as I stretched my arms overhead. "If you say so, bossman. But I