My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Alex’s POVThe walk to my room felt longer than it should have, the weight of the evening pressing down on my shoulders. My father walked beside me, his usual calm demeanor intact, but there was something about the way he kept glancing at me—sharp, questioning—that tightened knots in my stomach.When we stopped outside my door, he turned to face me fully, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”I blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”“You know exactly what I mean.” His tone was firm, but not unkind.“Nothing happened,” I said quickly, too quickly.Connor crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the wall. “Alexandra, you’ve been my daughter for how long now? I know when something’s off. What happened today?”“Nothing,” I repeated, my voice a little sharper this time.He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he shifted gears. “How did the school visit go?”The question hit me like a jolt of lightning.

The hand clasped my mouth, and fear suddenly paralyzed my legs. I felt it—a cock. Fat. Wet. The person behind me lifted my bathrobe and rubbed it along the slit of my sopping wet cunt. The sensations from the sight before me—Beth and Rhett fucking—and the person behind me were almost overwhelming.As the mystery man pushed his cock into me, I gasped. His hand over my mouth swallowed the sound.Fuck. This felt like a dream. He began to pound into me slowly.As I was getting fucked, I looked at Beth and Rhett by the pool.Beth was completely entranced. She could feel every inch of him inside her. She'd thrown her head back as she bounced against him. I watched Beth look down at the sight of his cock buried deep inside her beneath the shimmering water, mesmerized by the view.I knew this was exactly what she had wanted, what she craved each time she pulled Rhett to the corner.They both looked down, marveling at the sight of his penis disappearing into her under the water. The moonlight

Alex’s POVThe morning had a tense weight to it, like the air itself was pressing down on the mansion. I stood in the corner of the living room, watching Rhys as he lounged in his chair. He was calm, dreary calm. He’d promised to take me to Winchester today. I’d been counting on it—not just because I needed to finalize my registration, but because I needed something normal, something that wasn’t tangled up in the chaos of this family. But looking at him now, the way he held himself like he already knew something was coming, I wasn’t sure we’d even make it out of the house.The knock at the door shattered the quiet, sharp and insistent.My heart jumped. “Were you expecting someone?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.Rhys didn’t look at me immediately. He exhaled a plume of smoke, the glow of the cigar briefly illuminating his face. “Go see who it is.”There was something in his voice—a mix of command and indifference that sent a chill down my spine.I hesitated but moved to th

His lips were rough and insistent, the kiss quickly escalating as he explored my mouth with a hunger that matched his earlier bravado.I responded with equal fervor. My fingers traced the contours of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips. He reached for various parts of me, his hands roaming with a kind of hunger we both felt.His touch was electrifying as he slipped his hand beneath my top, his fingers brushing against the curve of my breast. The fabric strained against my skin as he popped it out of my top, exposing my flesh to his gaze. I gasped, the sudden cool air mingling with the heat of his touch. His fingers were urgent, teasing my areola with a tenderness that bordered on torment. The sensation made me lightly bite his lower lip, a reflexive response to the intensity he was evoking.Rhys’s breath quickened as he teased my neck, his lips moving along my skin with a feather-light touch that was both maddening and exquisite. He nipped and sucked, sending shivers

The car’s engine purred low as we rolled up the long driveway. Night clung to the air, heavy and sweet, wrapping itself around the mansion’s white columns. I could still feel the pulse of the drive—the way silence had settled between Rhys and me, charged, almost alive.The gates creaked open, and the house loomed ahead, all soft lights and shadows. It looked asleep, but I knew better. In this house, someone was always awake.Rhys killed the engine. For a moment neither of us moved. His hand rested on the wheel; mine sat in my lap, useless, trembling just slightly. The space between us felt too small, too loud.When I finally reached for the door, he spoke, voice low.“Alex.”I looked at him. His eyes caught the faint light from the dash—dark, unreadable, too knowing.“Try not to look guilty.”I swallowed. “I’m not.”He smirked. “You’re terrible at lying.”Before I could answer, the front door opened. A warm square of light spilled across the gravel. Mrs Gunner stood there, robe belted