My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Delilah's POV I nodded and slipped out of the training facility, my legs shaking as I made my way back to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried not to panic at how obvious it was what I'd been doing.I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair as best I could, and took several deep breaths before heading back to the dining room.Most people were on dessert when I slid back into my seat next to Mateo. Mom looked up with concern."Are you alright, sweetheart? You were gone a while.""Just not feeling great," I said, which wasn't entirely a lie. "But I'm better now."Mateo's hand found my thigh under the table again, and I felt Dante's release still warm between my legs. Mateo's fingers slid higher, feeling the wetness there, and I watched his eyes darken with understanding.His hand tightened possessively on my thigh while he leaned close enough to whisper in my ear. "You let him fuck you, didn't you? I can smell him all over you."I didn't answer, just focused v

Delilah's POV Tuesday morning dawned gray and overcast. I woke to my alarm with the brothers already gone, nothing left but the lingering warmth of sheets and their scent on my pillows.My phone showed a text from Mateo sent at three AM.Mateo: We wanted to come to you last night. Couldn't risk it with your mother home. Miss having you between us.I stared at the message, my chest aching. I typed back.Me: I miss it too. See you at training tonight.Mateo: Be careful today.Three dots appeared like he was typing more, then disappeared and appeared again.Mateo: WeThe message cut off. I waited but nothing else came through. What had he been about to say?I pushed the thought away and dragged myself out of bed. My body was still sore from everything we'd done, evidence scattered across my skin in the form of hickies I had to carefully cover with a high-necked shirt.Downstairs, Mom was making breakfast while humming to herself. She looked up when I entered and her smile faltered sligh

Delilah's POV "Breathe," Dante said, his hand coming to my throat, resting there. "Let him in."Mateo pushed forward slowly and the burn was intense as he breached that first resistance. I whimpered and Dante's thumb stroked my throat while Mateo kept pushing, inch by inch, until he was fully inside.We all stayed completely still. I was stretched so full I could barely breathe. Every nerve ending was on fire, pleasure and pain mixing until I couldn't tell them apart. I could feel both of them inside me, separated by such a thin wall, and it was overwhelming."Fuck," Dante groaned. "I can feel you. Feel how tight she is.""Perfect," Mateo breathed, his voice strained. "So fucking perfect."They started moving and I had to bite down on Dante's shoulder to keep from screaming. Dante thrust deep while Mateo withdrew, then Mateo pushed in while Dante pulled back. The constant fullness made my head spin. Every thrust hit spots inside me that sent s

Delilah's POVThe next morning came with pale sunlight filtering through my curtains and the dull throb of my wrapped ankle reminding me I wasn't going anywhere today.I woke alone, which wasn't surprising. The brothers had left sometime before dawn like always, no trace of them except their lingering scent on my sheets and the soreness in my body that had nothing to do with my injury.My phone showed a text from Rosa sent an hour ago.Rosa: Stay off that ankle. Ice it every few hours. I mean it.I smiled despite myself and typed back a quick confirmation before hauling myself out of bed. The crutches leaned against my nightstand and I grabbed them, making my awkward way to the bathroom.Getting ready took twice as long with the crutches, and by the time I made it downstairs, Mom was already in the kitchen making breakfast while talking on the phone about some work crisis.She looked up when I hobbled in and her expression immediately s

Delilah's POVThe dress arrived Saturday afternoon in an unmarked black box left outside my bedroom door while I was in the shower.I found it when I came out, my hair still damp and wrapped in a towel. No note, but I knew who it was from. The brothers had impeccable timing.Inside the box, nestled in tissue paper, was a deep emerald green dress that made my breath catch. The fabric was soft and expensive, the kind of material that would cling to every curve. The neckline was modest enough for a family dinner but the back dipped low, and when I held it up, I realized it hit mid-thigh. Short enough to be elegant, short enough to give them easy access under a table.Underneath the dress was a small velvet pouch. I opened it to find the pill bottle Dante had shown me and a folded note in his sharp handwriting."Take one pill 30 minutes before dinner. Wear nothing underneath. We'll handle the rest. - D"My hands shook as I set everything on my bed