Semua Bab Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I should have said no. That thought plays on a loop as I press the doorbell, suitcase in hand, stomach doing somersaults. The house in front of me is all glass and stone and cool, sleek masculinity—just like the man who owns it. Alec. My stepbrother. I hate that my heart jumps at the thought of him. The door opens with a soft hiss, and there he is—leaning against the frame in black joggers and a plain white tee that clings to his chest like it was tailored for sin. His hair is slightly tousled, stubble rough across a jaw I used to fantasize about way too much for someone I was technically related to. “Well,” he says, voice low and unimpressed. “You actually came.” I square my shoulders and fake a smile. “Good to see you too, Alec.” He steps aside, and I wheel my suitcase in, refusing to flinch when his arm brushes mine. His scent hits me instantly—clean soap, cedarwood, and something else. Control. Power. S*x. God help me. “Guest room’s upstairs,” he says, walking a

I didn’t bother changing as I left Lily’s room. Just my tank top and loose pajama shorts. My body was buzzing. My skin too hot. My breath uneven.I padded into the kitchen quietly, hoping for water. What I got was Alec—standing at the sink, back to me, a glass in hand.He didn’t turn when I entered, but I could feel his awareness—like his body sensed mine the second I walked into the room.“I wasn’t expecting you to still be up,” I murmured, stepping toward the fridge.“You never sleep early,” he said simply.I opened the fridge door just for something to do. “Are you watching me now?”He turned. “Always.”I shut the fridge, pulse quickening. “You don’t even try to hide it.”“I stopped trying,” he said, taking a slow sip of water. “Because I know you’re doing the same.”The air between us thickened. Words felt unnecessary. Every breath, every flicker of a glance, was a silent dare.I stepped forward, slow. “So what are we doing, Alec?”He tilted his head slightly, jaw tense. “Nothing.

The last time I saw my stepbrothers, I was seventeen, awkward, and had a mouth full of braces. Now I was nineteen, in college, and still awkward—but in a different, “I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-my-body” kind of way.And now… I was being babysat by them.Ridiculous.Mom’s heels clicked across the polished marble of the grand foyer as she rushed to hug me one last time before leaving. “Be good, sweetheart. The boys know the rules. No parties. No sneaking out. You’re still under my roof—even if I’m not in it.”I gave her my best fake smile. “Yes, Mom.”She kissed my cheek, her lipstick a bold red that matched her honeymoon mood. Then she was gone—off to Europe with her new husband, leaving me in the care of three men who were technically my stepbrothers, but in no way felt like family.“You’ve changed.” The low voice sent a ripple down my spine.I turned to find Landon leaning against the staircase rail, arms crossed. Military-cut hair, sharp jawline, and those blue eyes that used to gl

I couldn’t sleep. Not after what had happened in the kitchen.Not after Rhys had touched me like I was his favorite sin.Not after Landon had kissed me like he owned me.Not after Chase had painted my body like it haunted his dreams.Every inch of me still tingled with their fingerprints.Every thought was of them.And every ache between my legs screamed for more.I wasn’t just spiraling—I was falling.And I didn’t care where I landed.A soft knock came at my door.I didn’t even hesitate.I opened it and found all three of them standing there.Landon in gray sweatpants and a black tee that clung to his chest.Rhys shirtless, tattoos catching the dim hallway light.Chase, quiet, dark-eyed, his gaze heavy with intent.None of them spoke. They didn’t have to.I stepped back silently. The invitation was loud enough.They entered, one by one, closing the door behind them.When it clicked shut, something in me unlocked.Landon spoke first, his voice like gravel. “No more running.”Rhys grin

I didn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matteo’s smirk, Enzo’s silent stare, and Lorenzo’s voice echoing in my head.“Don’t we?”I hated how it made my thighs clench.By morning, the red robe was crumpled on the floor like the guilt I tried to ignore. I dressed quickly—tight jeans and a long-sleeved black crop top, hoping armor made of denim and cotton would keep their eyes off me.It didn’t.I barely made it to the breakfast table before Matteo tilted his chair back and let out a low whistle. “D*mn, sis. That top’s hanging on for dear life.”Lorenzo didn’t look up from his black coffee. “Control yourself.”Enzo raised his eyes from the newspaper, but said nothing. He just watched.I sat across from them, trying to pretend my face wasn’t on fire. “Is there a reason you’re all here this early?”Matteo grinned. “Maybe we enjoy family time.”“This isn’t family,” I muttered, reaching for a croissant.“It could be,” Lorenzo said, eyes cutting into mine. “If you stopped pretendin