Semua Bab Luciano: Entrapped By My StepBrother's Sin: Bab 31 - Bab 38

“No need for that.”The words rang cold, flat, and yet completely unmistakable.And then, just like that, Luciano Richardson turned toward Noora, his storm-gray eyes locking with hers, empty of anything but stillness, and said with an edge that was sharp enough to slice the room in half,“I admit the defeat.”For a moment, no one understood what had just been said. The words hovered midair like a suspended guillotine, waiting to drop, waiting to be believed.Noora’s eyes widened, her body frozen in place as if her bones had been scooped out.A sharp silence overtook the crowd, like something sacred had been profaned. Because Luciano Richardson who was the heir of power and victories had never uttered that word in his life.Defeat.Even Icarus blinked in disbelief before cracking a slow, wicked grin. “Oh my. Are you sure, Mr. Richardson? Because, if I recall, it’s still technically a tie.”Luciano didn’t so much as flinch. “Yes.”A single word. Heavy as a tombstone.And Noora, she didn

The room counted louder with every breath they took.Four hundred ninety-eight.Four hundred ninety-nine.And then—“Five hundred!”And then everyone stilled.Luciano hovered above her, his breath shallow, sweat dripping down his jawline like holy water down a statue and his arms trembling not from weakness but from restraint. From everything he hadn’t done and everything he wanted to do.Noora’s lungs burned. Her chest rose and fell in violent heaves beneath him. Her limbs were like jelly, her throat dry, her skin flushed and unbearably aware of every place he had touched and every place he hadn’t.Her eyes were locked on the sculpted ridges of his body… the way his stomach contracted, the sharp curve of his clavicle slick with sweat, the strands of dark hair clinging to his forehead.His lips were parted, breaths coming harsh and ragged. And his eyes… God, those eyes were wild now. So dark and raw that not even his arrogant mask could hold.He looked... unholy.He looked... wrecked.

Her hips rocked into his hand, desperate for more, chasing pleasure like it was the only salvation she had left.“You’re unbelievable,” he rasped, dragging his lips up to her ear. “You walk around like you hate me. But this—” his fingers thrust deeper, harder, “—this is what you want.”She wanted to argue.She wanted to scream at him. Slap him. Hurt him.But instead, she moaned his name.Barely a whisper.Just enough for him to hear it and his mouth crushed hers again.And this time…Noora kissed him back desperately until she shattered violently in his hand.She collapsed forward, her breath ragged against his chest, the silk of her hair clinging to her damp neck.Her body trembled from the high that had wrecked her, every nerve still singing. She could barely think. Her mind was fogged, bones molten, and her skin fevered.Her limbs draped over him, loose, spent, boneless. The thudding of his heartbeat beneath her ear was thunderous, steady, maddeningly strong while she felt like she

Just as Noora was about to exit the office, someone burst in, commanding everyone's attention. Of course, no one else than Icarus. He was a man who commanded attention without trying after all. Tall, effortlessly polished, with a smirk that promised trouble. His gaze swept the room before landing on the tense tableau in Luciano’s office."Oh," he drawled, stepping inside without invitation. "Now this is an interesting development."Luciano’s jaw clenched. "This is a private matter, Icarus."Icarus ignored him, his eyes locking onto Noora instead. She stood frozen, the suspension letter crumpled in her grip."Miss Veneitte," he said, voice smooth as honey laced with poison. "I couldn’t help but overhear about your… unfortunate situation." He tilted his head, feigning sympathy. "ACME Corp has an open position for someone of your talents. Consider it an upgrade."A muscle in Luciano’s temple throbbed. "She’s under suspension, not termination. And if you think you can poach an employee