All Chapters of The Stripper Toy for My Hot Stepbrothers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra’s POVThe air in the library was thick and heavy. It smelled like old books, expensive whiskey, and anger. All of them were there. Caspian, Silas, Rowan, Raphael, Jeremy. A wall of muscle and rage surrounding my mother, who sat in a leather chair like she was at a tea party.Caspian leaned over her, his knuckles white where he gripped the chair. "Last time, Iris. Who are you working with? Who paid you to poison my father?"Iris smoothed her skirt, her face perfectly innocent. "How many times must I say it? I loved Marcus. I would never—""We found the bank transfers," Silas cut in, his voice like ice. He held up a paper. "Large payments. From an account we can't trace. Starting right after the wedding. Coincidence?"Her calm face cracked, just a little. A tiny twitch near her eye. "I don't know what that is.""Stop lying!" Raphael's shout made me jump. He stood by the fireplace, full of contained violence. "You were looking through pack files for weeks. We have records. What were

Lyra's POVOrion's mouth left mine with a slow, wet sound. The air felt cold where his lips had been burning hot. I was breathing hard, hands still gripping his shoulders. Raphael pressed against my back, solid and warm, his heartbeat pounding against my spine."We'll pick this up later, little mate," Orion murmured, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. His eyes were dark, pupils wide. "When we're not dealing with a security breach."Raphael pressed a hard kiss to my neck. "Go back to your room. Stay there."Then they were gone, moving fast and silent out of the arcade. I was alone in the shadows with only the ghost of their touch. My body felt strange—awake, buzzing, humming with energy that was equal parts fear and want. I smoothed my dress with shaking hands. Go back to your room. It wasn't a request.Walking through the silent mansion felt longer than usual. Every sound—a creaking floorboard, the distant hum of the generator—made me jump. My skin felt too sensitive, the silk dress li

Lyra’s POVThe air in the study was thick enough to choke on. I sat curled in a large leather armchair, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders even though I wasn’t cold. Orion was on the floor beside me, his back against the chair leg, his presence a silent anchor. The others were a storm of tension in the center of the room.Jeremy stood by the cold fireplace, his face a mask of grim control. Raphael paced like a caged animal, his movements sharp, violent. Silas was at the large oak desk, his fingers steepled, his icy gaze fixed on Jeremy. Rowan and Caspian flanked the room, both silent, watching.“The blood tears are not a human medical condition,” Silas stated, his voice cutting through the silence. “We’ve ruled out every physiological cause. This is something else. Something tied to her biology. To what she is.”“What she is,” Raphael snarled, stopping his pacing to glare at Jeremy. “And what the fuck is that, Jeremy? You brought her here. You’ve been closer to this than any of us.

Lyra’s POVThe door to my room opened silently. A slice of light from the hall fell across the floor.I froze, pulling the covers up to my chin, my heart hammering again.It was Raphael. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted. He wasn’t in his professor clothes. He wore black sweatpants and nothing else. His chest was bare, the muscles defined in the low light. He looked like he’d just come from training. Or from somewhere else.He didn’t come in. He just stood there, looking at me in the dim room. His expression was unreadable.“I felt that,” he said, his voice a low, quiet rumble that vibrated in the space between us. “All the way across the house.”The silence after Raphael’s words felt heavier than the dark. I clutched the sheet to my chest, my skin still humming, my breath stuck in my throat. He felt it. He felt it. The heat of my release, the private shudder of my body—it hadn’t been private at all.He didn’t move from the doorway. His bare chest rose and fell with a slow, deep rh

LYRA’S POVThe classroom door clicked shut behind Victoria, leaving a silence that felt louder than any argument. My heart was still hammering from Caspian’s mouth on me, the wet spot on my shirt cool against my skin. I couldn’t look at him.Victoria glided forward, that folder held to her chest like a shield. Her eyes, sharp and blue, scanned Caspian from head to toe, then landed on the obvious damp patch over my breast. A tiny, vicious smile touched her lips.“Professor,” she said, her voice sweet as poison. “I’m so sorry to barge in. It’s just, my committee is meeting tomorrow, and your notes on the methodology section would be invaluable.”Caspian took a slow, deliberate step back from me. The heat of his body vanished, replaced by a chill. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from raw hunger to a mask of stern professionalism. It was like watching a door slam shut.“Now isn’t the best time, Victoria,” he said, his voice even. Controlled.“Oh, it’ll just take a