All Chapters of Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The rain poured harder outside, its steady rhythm fading beneath the heat rising in the room. Sam drew in a shaky breath and shifted first. He turned over and rose onto his hands and knees, his shoulders dipping low while his hips lifted, his spine curving in perfect surrender. His body trembled slightly, anticipation running through every line of him. Jesse moved closer, slow and steady, his palms gliding to Sam’s waist before slipping lower. Between his thighs, his heavy arousal hung, flushed and hard, pulsing with need. He cupped one cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to the warm skin. The softness of his mouth sent a spark down Sam’s spine, making him shiver. Sam’s breath caught as Jesse’s lips lingered. The air seemed to grow heavier, the faint scent of rain drifting in through the half-closed curtains. Sam’s heart pounded as Jesse’s touch deepened, his fingers parting him with quiet care. “Jesse…” Sam whispered, his voice unsteady. Jesse released a trembling breath, his ga

Sam stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Jesse lay on his side, quiet, watching him. Sam’s face was calm in sleep, his lashes resting softly against his skin. Jesse reached out, brushing a fingertip along his shoulder and smiled faintly, admiring Sam’s look. Jesse had no idea how long he’d been staring until Sam’s lips curved. “You’re watching me again,” Sam murmured, eyes still closed. “Can’t help it,” Jesse said softly. “You look breathtaking and peaceful.” “Peaceful or lazy?” Sam teased, opening his eyes. “Both.” Sam laughed under his breath and reached up to hook a finger behind Jesse’s neck. “Happy Pride’s Day.” Their lips met, gentle at first, then warmer, more certain. When they pulled apart, Sam’s hand still lingered against Jesse’s cheek. “Happy Pride’s Day, baby,” Jesse said, smiling. “You should shower,” Sam said immediately. “So you don’t be late for work.” “I can just send a message, take a break, tag it as a health issue or something,” Jesse replied, but he got up

“Again,” Amanda said firmly, her voice echoing through the wide, marble-walled training hall of the mansion.Henry wiped the sweat from his brow, chest heaving, his small hands clenched into fists and his eyes locked on his mentor.“You said that five times already,” Henry said, breathless but defiant.Amanda’s lips curved faintly. “And you think five is enough to make you strong?”“I’m not weak,” he replied.“No,” she said, circling him slowly. Her boots made soft sounds against the polished stone floor. “But you’re not strong yet, either. You want to survive?”Henry nodded, jaw tight.“Then fight me.”He moved quick and impulsive. His fist shot toward her ribs, but Amanda caught it mid-air, twisting her wrist so fast he had to spin to avoid being thrown. He landed, stumbled, and launched again with a low kick.She stepped back, letting the kick slice the air just before her leg, then countered with a sweep that took Henry off his feet.He hit the mat with a thud, gasping.Amanda sto

✦AT DUSK✦ Asher shifted aside, his breathing uneven as his chest rose and fell against the pillow. Caleb lay beside him, eyes half open, strands of hair clinging to his forehead. For a long moment, neither of them moved. The silence wasn’t empty; it was full of unspoken thoughts. Asher turned his head first. “You’re staring again,” he murmured, voice still hoarse. Caleb smiled faintly, his lips barely curving. “I’m not. You’re just… hard not to look at.” “Flattery this early in the evening?” Asher chuckled quietly, rolling onto his side to face him. “You must want something.” “I already have what I want,” Caleb replied softly. Asher’s brows furrowed slightly. “Okay?” Caleb’s gaze trailed from Asher’s face down to his hand resting near his chest. Asher reached for him then, fingers brushing lightly against Caleb’s jaw. “Hey,” he said. “Right now, it’s just us.” Caleb looked at him. “You say that like you can stop time.” “I can’t,” Asher admitted. “But I can make you

✦THAT NIGHT✦◈D'AMATOS' EMPIRE◈ Daisy pushed open the front door and stepped inside quietly. The moment Isolde saw her, she stood up at once, worry flashing across her face.“Why are you just coming back, Daisy? And why didn’t you pick any of my calls?”Before Daisy could answer, she moved slightly aside, and Amanda walked in from behind her.For a moment, Isolde froze. Her eyes darted between Daisy and Amanda, disbelief flooding her features. Slowly, she took a step forward, tears already welling in her eyes. Then she ran the rest of the distance and pulled Amanda into a tight embrace.Amanda’s arms wrapped around her mother, trembling slightly. After a long moment, they withdrew, but before Amanda could speak, Isolde pressed a finger gently to her lips.“It doesn’t matter,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. “All that matters now is that I have my daughter back.”She turned to one of her men.“Tell the staff to set the tables and open the cellar. We celebrate tonight, and I