My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

His fingers pressed into me, each movement unhurried, relentless, as though he was savoring every tremor that shook my body.My chest tightened, and I bit down on my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to hold back the sound that clawed at my throat as his fingers moved with slow, torturous intent. He flicked and rubbed my clit as he kissed my neck. Each touch was like fire, sending shivers across my skin, building something inside me that was both unbearable and irresistible.“Don’t let them hear you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his voice thick with control, darkly amused.My breath hitched, a choked sound escaping as his hand moved in a rhythm that left me weak, every movement pushing me closer to an edge I’d never known existed. I could feel his smirk against my skin, the smug confidence in the way his fingers coaxed reactions from me, the way my body surrendered to his touch. I was sopping wet.My heart raced, and for a moment, all I could feel was

Alex’s POVThe last of the family members had finally retired to bed, their muted goodbyes fading into the hall as the heavy doors clicked shut behind them. Mrs Gunner had been the last to leave. Before leaving, she gave a small smile towards Father, "Welcome home."Father nodded.Emma, Beth, and their families had left. The Alcatraz brothers were nowhere in sight. As everyone else left, Father asked that we, his family, remain for a short chat.I stood awkwardly by the mantle, trying to keep my breathing even while my father sat in his chair, his fingers steepled like he was solving a puzzle no one else in the room could see.My mother hovered nearby, her hand fluttering over his shoulder, her excitement barely contained.“We’re rich!” she squealed suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. She threw her arms in the air like a child who’d just won the lottery. “Do you hear me? We’re rich!”I flinched at her enthusiasm, which felt so jarring after the somber mood of the evening. Before I c

Alex’s POVThe somber lull eased around as Nicky and I walked side by side. He chattered about how cool it was that Rhett painted the colorful horse picture in the dining room. I could barely focus on what he was saying, though. My thoughts swirled, torn between curiosity about Rhett and the tension from breakfast.When I stopped a maid to ask about the painting room, she smiled kindly and led us to a set of double doors with a large, antique keyhole. She unlocked it with a brass key hanging nearby, and the doors creaked open to reveal a treasure trove of art.“Wow,” I whispered as I stepped inside.The room was wide and breathtaking, the walls covered in paintings. The early ones were vibrant—grasses swaying under bright sunlight, horses galloping, and skies painted in every shade of blue. They radiated innocence and joy, like something from a child’s wild imagination.“These are amazing,” I murmured, moving closer to a painting of a horse mid-leap.“Look, Alex!” Nicky called out, po

Rhys’s POVWinchester Business Academy spanned like a fortress of privilege, its tall, gleaming buildings set against perfectly manicured lawns. It was bold and beautiful, a testament to its reputation as the best business school in the country.I steered the Lamborghini through the gates, which opened for us without hesitation, and guided the car into a spot near the main building. As I cut the engine, I noticed the way students passing by turned to stare. Their gazes lingered—not just on the car, but on us.It wasn’t just the car, though it helped. It was the way Alex and I carried ourselves.Alex shifted beside me, adjusting her skirt nervously. She looked stunning, but I didn’t say it. Not yet.“You’ll fit right in,” I said, leaning back casually. “They’re going to love you.”She gave me a wary glance, clearly unconvinced. “I doubt that.”I smirked. “Trust me. I know these people.” I got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door. “Now, are you ready to charm t

Alex’s POVRhys moved to open the door, and there stood Rhett, looking unbothered as ever, though his eyes shifted between the two of us in a way that made me flush. He stepped forward and did something small, something so casual yet pointed: he straightened Rhys’s collar.“You good?” Rhett asked, his gaze flicking toward me.Rhys gave a low grunt in response. “What is it?”Rhett’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone easy but direct. “One of the clubs. A debtor didn’t get the message.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping as if what he was saying wasn’t meant for me. “Some guys caused a problem on our turf, and they put one of ours in the hospital.”Rhys swore softly under his breath, his expression hardening. Rhett’s gaze flickered back to me briefly, sharp and assessing. He didn’t miss much—least of all the faint disarray of my shirt or the missing tie Rhys had yet to put back on.“Get set,” Rhett said simply, his lips quirking in what could have been a smirk. “Let’s head out.”Rhys li