Todos los capítulos de Tamed By My Stepbrother: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

KEIRA’S POV “And if I don't want to! What can you do about it?” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger. Why does he always have the right to act as he pleases, as if the world revolves around him? “I won't repeat what I said, Keira,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. I could feel the threat behind his words as he grabbed my arm with a grip that made me wince. “I don't care if you want me to leave you alone! But I absolutely cannot stand seeing you flirting with everyone else!” My chest tightened. “So now, Drake, you can do whatever you want, but I can't after we're done? What gives you the right to toy with my feelings?” I yanked my arm free from his hold, my pulse racing. “What is your problem again? Can't you understand what I said?” His patience had clearly worn thin. “I don't have a prob

KEIRA’S POV My mom’s original plan had been to hold my birthday celebration at The Peninsula Hotel, but even I objected here we are—that was far too extravagant for my taste. I had never been comfortable with grand displays, preferring quiet, simple moments over lavish parties. Still, Mom insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of celebrating me in such a grand way. Mr. Edward Ashford had gone above and beyond, renting the entire hotel for my birthday. Every detail was being meticulously planned, from the lighting to the decorations, and even the timing of the guest arrivals. Mom had been busy coordinating everything, leaving no stone unturned. She had initially envisioned a formal ball, complete with a gown, sparkling jewels, and a room filled with elegantly dressed guests. I had gently convinced her to let me wear something simple—a maroon dress, comfortable yet stylish, perfect

KEIRA’S POVThe ballroom lights flickered softly against the crystal chandeliers as the last of the music faded into an uneasy hum. My birthday party—meant to be a night of bright lights, laughter, and new beginnings—had unraveled faster than anyone expected. The scent of expensive food and floral arrangements hung thick in the air, but none of it mattered. Not when the weight in my chest felt heavier than the room itself.“Make sure everything is sorted out,” Edward instructed the hotel staff, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Bring out some new food. Replace the ones that were disturbed.”His tone was controlled, but his eyes betrayed something else—regret, maybe. Or fear. I wasn’t sure.Mom stood beside him, still frozen, still processing everything that had happened. Her painted smile from earlier had vanished, replaced by shock she tried to hide but couldn’t. The guests kept whispering behind their champagne flutes, trying to piece together what had gone wrong.Who would’ve th

KEIRA’S POVDrake’s words echoed in my ears long after he said them—low, rough, and trembling with a desire he could no longer hide. For a moment, I simply stared at him, feeling my pulse hammering against my skin as if trying to break free.And then…Instead of stopping him.Instead of stepping back.Instead of choosing logic over longing,…I reached for him again.My fingers curled around the collar of his shirt as I leaned in and claimed his lips with a hunger that surprised even myself. His breath hitched in shock but only for a heartbeat. The next second, Drake was kissing me back—harder, deeper, as if my surrender had snapped whatever restraint he had left.His hand slid up my back, warm and demanding, before moving to my shoulder. He pulled at the strap of my dress, letting it slip down my skin with agonizing slowness. His lips left mine only long enough to descend to my jaw, then my neck, each kiss burning hotter than the last.My mind dissolved.My thoughts fractured.Every l

KEIRA’S POV The night’s chaos still lingered in my chest as we drove toward the mansion. Earl slouched silently in the backseat, muttering under his breath, while Trisha chattered nervously beside me. My mind, however, was elsewhere—on Drake. Even from afar, I could sense him. His presence clung to me like gravity, silent yet undeniable, and my heart couldn’t help but respond. I wondered why he had to be so… intense. So impossible. So him. When we arrived, Drake’s sleek black AMG was parked neatly under the mansion lights. He stepped out just as I did, his dark eyes catching mine for the briefest moment. No words were exchanged, yet the tension wrapped around us like a living thing. “What are they doing here?” His voice, low and even, carried curiosity—and something sharper I couldn’t identify.