Semua Bab Mated To My Step-brother And His Best friend: Bab 121 - Bab 130

SAINT.I didn’t bother knocking.I never did.I didn’t know when I’d ever learn to knock in a house that was supposed to be mine once. Maybe never.The hinges groaned as I pushed the door open. The sound of laughter reached me before I even stepped in. I pushed the door open and paused just long enough to take it in — my father and his new wife — standing at the mini bar, glasses in hand, mouths pressed together with their tongues battling for dominance.They were actually kissing. And trust me, it wasn't a soft, respectful peck. It was the kind of kiss people gave when they’d forgotten the world existed.His hand was still on her waist. She let out that light, effortless kind of laugh that filled a room without trying. Her hand brushed his chest as she teased him about something. He pulled back just enough to laugh, and for a brief, strange second, I almost felt like I was intruding.Then he turned

EVE.His kiss wasn't soft. It was a grab-me-by-the-throat kind of hunger, messy and honest, like years of restraint finally snapping. It was everything he’d been holding back — anger, desire, obsession — all packed into one hungry, shattering moment.A startled sound escaped me, but it died somewhere between our mouths when I kissed him back. Hard.He answered with a low groan that vibrated through my mouth, his fingers hooking into my hair and fisting, tugging my head back just enough to change the angle.He swallowed all the gasps that broke out of me and kissed me like he was reclaiming something he thought he lost. And like he was punishing himself for ever hesitating.Saint doesn’t kiss pretty. He kisses like he means it. Like it costs him.My hands found his chest without thinking, clutching at his shirt, feeling the solid heat beneath it.He took my bottom lip between his teeth, sucked, let it go, and sw

EVE."Mum? You're making a big deal out of nothing, I promise," I said, opening the next page of the book I was reading, with my highlighter in hand.“It is a big deal!” she snapped from across the room. “Those kinds of books mess with your head. They make you rebellious. Those were written by people who have no respect for human feelings, baby.” She sounded like I just told her I was going to end the world with my bare hands.I scoffed, dragging my pen under another line that hit straight through my chest:'A woman who knows her worth doesn’t seek permission — she demands acknowledgment.'I didn’t even try to hide my smile.“Mum, you’re overreacting,” I muttered. “It’s not like it’s a cult or something. It’s just a book.”“Just a book?” she repeated, folding her arms. “Last time someone said that, they ended up questio

EVE.I froze, because something in his voice broke me open from the inside.He moaned, lifting his hips slightly so I could feel how hard he was. His hardness pressed against my center through the tiny thing I was putting on.

EVE.The guards bowed as usual, like robots, as they watched me walk in. They were as silent and as stiff as marble. Not that they usually talked to me, anyway.I shouldn’t have come. I could’ve handed the money over tomorrow, like Kyrie said. But no, I had to come