All Chapters of My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Delilah's POV "You're a virgin," Dante finished while realization dawned in his eyes. "Fuck. You're a virgin?"I smirked up at them both despite the discomfort of having Mateo buried only halfway inside me. "What, surprised?" I challenged while my voice came out breathless. "Thought I was the pack slut like everyone says? Giving up already?"Something absolutely feral crossed both their faces."We're your first," Dante said while his voice was rough with emotion. "You're giving this to us.""I'm giving everything to you," I said while meeting his eyes. "Now stop being scared and fuck me like you mean it."Mateo groaned and pushed deeper with agonizing slowness, letting me feel every inch as he stretched me in ways I'd never experienced. It burned and ached and felt impossibly right all at once.When he finally bottomed out, he stayed completely still while his body trembled with the effort of restraint. "Breathe, piccola," he said while his voice shook. "Just breathe for me."I took

Delilah's POV I nodded and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth."That's why you ignored me at breakfast?" I whispered while anger and hurt warred in my chest. "To avoid suspicion?""Yes," he said while his hand came up to cup my face with surprising gentleness. "If we suddenly start treating you differently, people will notice. Ryker will notice. We have to act normal in front of everyone."His thumb brushed over my cheekbone in the same tender gesture from last night and some of the hurt eased."Tonight," he said while his voice dropped lower. "Your room. Midnight. Don't lock your door."Before I could respond, he was gone, slipping out of the alcove and disappearing down the hallway like the conversation had never happened.I stood there for a moment trying to catch my breath and process what just happened before continuing to my room.The rest of the day passed in a strange blur. I stayed in my room for most of it, trying to do homework but mostly just replaying everything in

Delilah's POV I nodded and then he was pushing inside in one hard thrust that would have made me scream if his palm wasn't there to muffle it. My pussy was still sensitive from my first orgasm and the stretch of his cock was almost too much, that edge between pleasure and pain that made my head spin.Dante didn't give me time to adjust. He started fucking me immediately with deep, controlled thrusts that hit spots inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His hand stayed firm over my mouth while his grip on my wrists was unbreakable, holding me completely immobile."So fucking tight," he growled quietly. "Your pussy's gripping my cock like you don't want to let go."Mateo's hand found my clit, rubbing it in circles that matched Dante's rhythm. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I was trapped between them, unable to move my hands or make sound, could only take what they were giving me and feel my control shatter."Look at me," Dante ordered, and I opened my eyes to find h

Delilah's POV Sunday morning arrived with pale sunlight and the distant sound of Mom humming in the kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed, my body protesting every movement with a deep soreness that made me acutely aware of exactly what I'd done the night before.The mirror showed evidence I couldn't hide completely. New hickies bloomed along my collarbone, partially covered by my high-necked sweater. Faint bruises on my hips. Red marks on my wrists that I covered with long sleeves. I looked like I'd been thoroughly claimed, and the thought made heat flood through me despite my exhaustion.I made my way downstairs where Mom was setting out breakfast, still glowing with newlywed happiness. Ryker sat at the table reading the pack newsletter on his tablet, and I was relieved to see the brothers weren't there yet."Good morning, sweetheart," Mom said brightly. "I made French toast. Your favorite.""Thanks, Mom." I slid into my usual seat and accepted the plate she handed me."So," I said

Delilah's POV I forced myself back into position and somehow managed to finish the hundred push-ups, even though my form was terrible by the end and my arms felt like they might fall off.The rest of training wasn't any easier. Every exercise, Dante pushed me harder than anyone else. Every time I started to flag, Mateo would make some cutting remark about weakness or being worthless.By the time he finally called an end to training two hours later, I was covered in dirt and sweat, my muscles screaming, barely able to stand."Adequate," Dante said dismissively when everyone had gathered. "Hart, you're excused from the conditioning run. You'd just slow everyone else down. Go shower. You look pathetic."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and limped off the field while everyone else headed for the running trail. I could feel their stares following me, could hear the whispers about how weak I was, how I didn't belong.It's an act, I reminded myself as I made it to my car. It's just an act.