All Chapters of Forbidden: Falling For My Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lucian is Archer's son? I know he's a rich second generation but I would never think we would become this close, I mean step siblings? "Get off me!" I cried out, finding it hard to breathe properly, his arms were crushing me! " No. Your boobs are so soft, good for a pillow " His voice came out deeper than usual, and it was then I realised that he had placed his head on my boobs! I pulled my bra before laying on the bed earlier, the only thing that was keeping his cheeks away from my breast was the flimsy chiffon material of my sundress! "Get off!" I cried out and did what came to my head, pulled his perfect nose until he sat up. "Fuck! You want to kill your stepbrother as soon as you meet him?" He growled out rubbing his nose. "You wanted to kill me first. Laying on me and crushing me with your big arm and head" I retorted back. "Nice way to get to know each other" Mom's head popped in from the half-opened door. "Your daughter is as beautiful as you" Lucian was flat

He wasted no time in locking lips with me, this time I threw shame out of the floor-to-ceiling window and wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers buried in his silky hair as he easily took control of the kiss. His mouth was warm, his soft tongue brushing against mine as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed my back, one trailed up to my nape and held it to the side to further deepen the kiss, his other hand found one of my breasts, roughly cupping the perky mounds. "Nghn..." I couldn't hold back the sinful sound coming out of my mouth, I never knew kissing felt so good. My undies were wet with my arousal. We broke the kiss to take a breath, our foreheads leaning on each other as we panted, eyes filled with lust. Lucian lifted me off the ground and placed me on the bed. I watched him go down to his knees in front of me with hooded eyes. He gingerly pulled up my dress and gathered it atop my breast," You are going to hold this for me while I have my dessert" his voice

I couldn’t think with my banging head so I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head as I stripped off my clothes. I didn't bother to dry my hair and just wrapped it up in a towel, all I need right now is a bowl of egg noodles. I wrapped a bathrobe around my nude body and made for the kitchen. I love this place because no overwhelming maids were scurrying about like other houses we lived in the past. Some housemaids come to clean and all that but they don't stay past eight pm. It was past ten by now but I couldn't stop craving noodles. Once I got to the kitchen, I got everything I needed for the meal and started my preparation. Soon a hot piping bowl of aromatic egg noodles was ready. I slurped the delicious delicacy in ecstasy. I was cleaning up the used utensils when I felt a presence behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. "I'm craving late night meal too" His arms snake around my waist as he whispered to my ear, and the hair on my nape rose. His breath

He arrived at the café in three minutes. He was already waiting for me at school when I texted him. Layla stared at me wide-eyed when the middle-aged man came out and opened the back door of the car for us. "He's here for you? I mean he works for you?" She pulled me closer to her and whispered. "Yes" I know she is surprised that I have a chauffeur driving such an expensive car to pick me up from school. We got in, and she told Mr Liam her address. The car started just as Layla snatched my phone out of my hand. She typed her number and texted herself before handing me back the device. ' You are from a Conglomerate family?' Her message came a few seconds later. She motioned me to reply to her. 'You can say that' ' I knew it! Those bitches in school think you wear knockoffs. Just because you are a scholarship student, they don't believe you can afford the bags and shoes you wear.' Layla typed furiously, her cute face morphing into an adorable frown as she typed.

"You got married?" I asked, not believing what my Dad had just said. "Privately. I don't need to be in the press's spotlight. She is a good woman, and she has a daughter too." "A good woman? I want to know about this person seeing you vouch for her without batting an eyelid" I scoffed, my words dripping with sarcasm. "Her daughter is your age, so you guys might get along. I have sent you a picture". He turned his attention back to the monitor in front of him and continued his work as if he hadn't called me moments ago. "I will be at my study" Don't get me wrong, my relationship with my Dad is cool. We get along so well, that he hasn't remarried for the past ten years, since mom died. He had flings though, but nothing like marriage. I wondered why he swayed. I walked into my study and pulled out my phone to check the picture he sent. The two women were identical, the mother looking only slightly older than her daughter, a familiar face. She was dressed in a black for