All Chapters of MY STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION : His touch, my sin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Trey.The call comes when I’m least expecting it.I’m in the den, staring at absolutely nothing, my mind looping uselessly over everything that’s gone wrong in the past twenty four hours Yubi’s face at the hospital, the way her voice cracked even when she tried to sound calm, the detective’s words echoing in my head like a bad song I can’t turn off.My phone buzzes on the coffee table.It's an Unknown number.I almost ignore it but Something tells me not to.“Hello?” I answer, already standing without realizing it.“Trey,” a familiar voice says, clipped, professional, uneasy. “This is Andrew. Your family’s financial advisor.”My stomach tightens instantly.“Is everything okay?” I ask, even though every nerve in my body is already screaming that it isn’t.There’s a pause on the other end. Papers shuffling. The kind of pause that comes before bad news.“I’m calling to verify a transaction,” Andrew says carefully. “A very large withdrawal was made today from one of your father’s accounts

MayaI pushed open the door to her room. The room was cold and the only illumination was the lamp by her bedside. Still wearing the same white dress she had worn to the party, she perched on the edge of the bed. In yellow glow from the lamp, her blonde hair shimmered like spun gold. She seemed ethereal, almost unreal. I felt as if I had snared an unsuspecting angel into my lair of sin.I shut the door and leaned against it.We stared at each other and I could feel the lust spreading through my veins. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d feltthis pure, visceral, uncontrollable lust for a woman. I was intrigued by the effect she had on me. I understood that it was not just her beauty. There was something about her something I couldn’t put my finger on. From the first moment I had noticed her walking towards the summer house, even before I had seen her face properly, my attention had been arrested.Yes, I wanted to listen to her scream as I brought her past the brink of sanity, her bod

TobyI stopped clapping as she raised herself on one elbow to squint into the darkness. There was something arrestingly beautiful about the pose she had unconsciously adopted. It had been quite fascinating to watch the routine she’d put on, but this, this unrehearsed response was what I had bought.Her face was a myriad of fleeting emotions, all of which I could guess. I dealt with criminals on a daily basis, for me this woman was an open book, all her feelings displayed clearly on her face.“Do it all again, but this time for real,” I said.“W-what?” she breathed, her eyes large with shock or dread.“Scoot up to the pillows. Lay against them. Open your legs, and start all over again,” I explained in a bored voice.At first, she didn’t react, then she flopped back on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. I supposed she was weighing her options. My cock was hot and heavy, but I was in no hurry.She had no options. Minutes passed while she ran through the possibilities open to her.The

MayaBreakfast was served in a massive orangery. It was at least three times the size of my apartment. The lofty glass roof allowed the winter sunlight to flood the room. It was full of plants, flowers, and vines creeping along the walls. Despite it being a winter wonderland outside, the heat emanating from the floors created a toasty atmosphere inside that glass hall.Mary Jane led me to a long banqueting table, where there was an impressive, almost wasteful display of dishes on it. Ihad only seen this kind of spread offered by five star hotels or in luxury cruise liners. Not that I had been in any, only photos in magazines. I stared at the assortment of pastries and bread, fruit, doomed dishes of cooked food standing on electric warmers, jams, honey, and different cereals in tallglass containers, but these, I only glanced at. What truly held my attention was the view from the glass walls.“The Chef can also make an omelet or cook some eggs for you in any way you want if you prefer

Maya A dark green BMW waited for me at the bottom of the entrance steps. The engine was running and a man with black hair and a very hard face was sitting in the driver’s seat. When he saw me appear at the top of the steps he jumped out of the car and held the passenger door open for me. He made no greeting and his face was unsmiling. But I was used to it by now. Except for Mary Jane it seemed to be the popular expression across the staff I’d met so far. She was a much needed dose of fresh air in that house.After I got into the car, he closed the door, and got in himself. To my surprise I noticed that my father’s address was already keyed into the GPS system inside the car, which meant Luca must have given it. I didn’t want to think about how Luca knew it. Without a word to me the sullen driver put the car in motion, and we were on the way to my father's home in Beacon Hill.I turned my head towards the window and thought about my father. Two years ago he beat colon cancer and was d