All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: Tempted By My Stepbrother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AUTUMN'S POVDante was heavy. His arm draped over my shoulders felt like it was made of steel. I managed to half-drag, half-guide him into the house, breathing hard as I steered us through the entrance. By the time I dropped him onto the couch, I was panting like I ran a thousand miles. My arms were sore and my heart was galloping like crazy He landed with a low grunt, one arm slung lazily over the back of the couch. His head lolled back for a second, eyes shut, lips parted. God, he was too much. I turned, ready to step away, to go anywhere that wasn’t within reach of him. But his hand shot out and caught my wrist.“Hey,” he murmured. “Where are you going, gattina?”“To my room.” I said stiffly, not looking at him. I tried to pull back, but it was a bad idea. All it took was a little tug, and I lost my balance.I stumbled forward and landed with a soft ‘oof’ straight into his chest. My hands flattened on his shirt before I could stop them. I could feel his heartbeat under my palms, an

DANTE'S POVBefore he could blink, I was on him. I slammed into his shoulder, forcing his hand open. The gun clattered to the ground. He staggered, but didn’t fall.“I already told you,” I muttered, stepping in and slamming my fist into his jaw. He reeled back, hit the crates behind him. I picked up his gun and pointed it at his knee.“Tell your boss…” I cocked the hammer of the gun. “Next time he wants someone dead, he’d better send someone who isn’t a fucking errand boy.”I fired. His leg buckled, and he went down screaming.Dominic was already at my side, gun drawn. “Are we good?”I glanced around. The rest of the Russians had either fled or were smart enough to stay the hell down.“Yeah,” I said, wiping more blood from my ear with the back of my wrist. “We’re good.”My heart was still pounding, but my head was clearer than it had been in days.We didn’t linger. The place already stank of blood and gunpowder, and if anyone called the cops, it wouldn’t be long before flashing red an

AUTUMN'S POVI hadn't been able to see his tattoo underneath all those clothes. It surprised me how frustrated I was.Maybe I was just curious to see what he would do after I left, butI didn’t go far and just hovered behind the hall wall near the living room, half-hidden in the shadows where one of the tall decorative plants sat. I heard his chair scrape back, and the soft tap of his shoes on the marble floor as he walked.“Yes. I’ll be there soon to finalize everything.”Finalize what everything?It sounded like he was talking about his actual legal work.My brows pinched. What the hell was he finalizing? My first thought was something sinister, because that’s just how Dante was.I tiptoed closer to the archway. From my vantage point, I saw him standing near the window, one hand in his pocket and his phone still pressed to his ear. He was dressed sharply today. He wore black slacks that hugged his hips comfortably, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves buttoned up, and a silver watch

DANTE'S POVIt was like an inferno lit beneath my skin. One kiss. One goddamn kiss and I was wrecked.Her skin had tasted like the temptation and trouble I knew better than to chase. And still, I wanted to chase.I wanted to press her down right there in the changing room, rip that sheer little scrap of lace from her hips, and fuck her until every last ounce of this maddening tension burned out of me.I stayed still. Breathing her in. Letting that kiss sear into my memory like a brand I would never be able to scrub off.She didn’t turn to look at me again, but I could see her reflection in the mirror. I saw the goosebumps on her skin. The way her body leaned forward and her back arched just a fraction, like she was barely holding herself up.It mirrored the chaos inside me.Step-sister or not, I needed to get her out of my fucking system.I realized just how deep this obsession went the night she caught me having sex. I had climaxed from having her watch me. The pleasure I had felt wh

Autumn's POVHis arm was tight around me, his body practically shielding mine, and when I looked up, his face was the coldest I had ever seen it.David’s smile didn’t falter, but his jaw twitched. “Cugino,” he said smoothly. “I was just having a little chat.”“Then maybe next time, keep your hands to yourself.”If they weren’t in tuxedos at a black-tie event surrounded by CEOs and mafia heads disguised as businessmen, I swear one of them would have thrown a punch already.David held up his hands in mock surrender. “Of course. My apologies.”Dante’s grip around me didn’t ease, but his voice dropped into a deathly quiet register. “Try it again, and we’ll have a different kind of conversation.”David chuckled, stepped back, and gave a mocking bow. “Noted.”Then he turned and melted into the crowd. I exhaled shakily and stepped away from Dante’s grip, adjusting my dress and brushing imaginary dirt off my wrist where David’s hand had been. “You know, you could have stepped in about ten sec