All Chapters of DANGEROUSLY YOURS: INTO THE ARMS OF MY STEP_BROTHER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Christopher Gravemoor:I was too stunned to speak.I didn’t know what to do in that moment.Because seriously—what the hell was wrong with Amara?“I'm sorry,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “You know she didn’t mean that, right?”“Yeah,” she replied quietly. Too quickly.She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Just nodded like it didn’t bother her.But I saw the way her jaw clenched. The way her hand gripped the mug a little tighter.I could feel it in the way the air between us shifted. Like the silence between us had grown claws.“Yeah. So… you’re not going to work?” I asked, trying to sound casual.She shook her head. “No. It’s Saturday. Not my shift.”She paused, then added, “I’m going to do laundry so… see you later.”Her voice was distant. Dismissive.And before I could say anything else, she was already walking off, mug in hand and a quiet ache trailing behind her.I sighed and turned, heading upstairs to Amara’s room.Her nanny was brushing her hair, the usual morning routine. I crou

Christopher Gravemoor:“I fucking love you,” I growled into her ear, dragging my mouth down her throat, tasting the heat pulsing beneath her skin. Then I caught her lips—hard, desperate.“You should go…” she breathed, but her body betrayed her. My finger slipped inside her, slow and deliberate. Her lips parted—not in protest, but to take my finger into her mouth, eyes never leaving mine. She sucked like she wanted to own me.She does need me. The way she pulled me closer, nails digging into my back, hips tilting to meet me—it wasn’t just lust. It was raw. Starved. Mine.I crushed my mouth to hers again, deeper this time, feeding the fire she lit in me every damn time.Then—a knock.Sharp. Soft. Wrong.We froze.I pulled back, chest heaving, jaw tight. She stumbled toward the door—flushed, trembling, my touch still clinging to her skin. I slipped into the shadows, watching her with hunger still simmering in my veins.She opened the door.It was a maid.“Is Boss in here?” the girl asked

Christopher Gravemoor:I could spend hours just looking into her eyes — stormy, soft, dangerous. She didn’t even have to try; she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And the worst part? She wasn’t mine. Not really."Good morning…" she whispered, her voice like velvet against my skin as she snuggled closer, her arms wrapping around me like she forgot — or chose to forget — we weren’t supposed to be doing this.I kissed her forehead gently. “You didn’t sleep well, did you?”Her lips twitched into a small, guilty smile. "No… how could I? You were right there all night.”I sat up, dragging a hand down my face, then stretched my arms. “Yeah. I guess I didn’t exactly help.”She sat up too, pulling the blanket around her bare shoulders. “I didn’t give you much space, did I?”I glanced over at her, my voice dry. “You never do. But I don’t mind.”She shook her head and looked away. “Chris… what we’re doing… it’s unholy. We shouldn’t be like this.”I didn’t argue. I already knew that. B