Todos los capítulos de My Stepbrother's Lust : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

NINA'S POVI’m still lying in bed when the door opens and Cassian's body fills the frame.I sit up straight, eyes raking over his body. His jaw is tight, fists clenched and eyes everywhere but on me.“What took you so long? Where's the ice?”“It'll be up in a few minutes. How's your hand?”The door clicks shut, but he doesn't come to me.I glance down at my hand. It's mostly numb now, save for the full throbbing.“It'll be better with ice.”“Good. But if it gets worse, I'm taking you to a doctor.”He shrugs off his coat, then his ruined shirt.Something doesn't feel right.Where did he go? Why does the air feel so tight?“Cassian…” my feet swing off the bed.“I'm going to take a shower. Are you sleeping in that?” He eyes my dress as he unbuckles his belt.“No. But that's not important now.” I step closer to him, but he takes a step back.“Are you avoiding me?”“No. I need to shower.”He slithers past me, and I catch a whiff of sweet cologne. So sweet it makes me nauseous.Harper's sce

NINA'S POVI’m not weak for wanting him. I’m reckless.And Cassian Cross has always been my favorite mistake.No, I don’t want tenderness.I want him exactly the way he’s looking at me now—like I’ve already undone him.“Drop the facade. Fuck me like the monster I know you are.” I poke the bear with no sense of consequence.My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and now I see him—all of him— as a small curls his lips.My pussy twitches, all ready for him. For the destruction that he brings.“You're not ready.”“Try me.” My jaw tightens, heart pulsing so hard I can hear it.His eyes darken, like a predator spotting its prey, and then he's on me.His hard chest brushes against my nipples, rending a shudder from my breath.His lips claim mine with urgency, tongue teasing me until I part for him and let him taste me.Yes…this is just like I remember. This heat, this ragged breathing searing between us.I arch into him, whole body aching for the sweet release that only he can give. But he p

NINA'S POVBlood pumps hot in my head.My chest heaves with every breath.Cassian just…stands there, hand tucked at his side. His stare doesn't waver, but I know guilt when I see it.I knew something was up when I felt his warmth leave me, then the click of the door.“What are you doing here?” He asks, voice cold.My jaw hangs open, but I steel myself.“I should be asking you, Cross. What's in your hand?”“It's nothing you need to know.” He brushes past me.Frustration builds in my throat, and I stumble after in my nightie and oversized slippers.“I am your personal assistant! I NEED to know everything!”He halts by the car and signals the driver to open the door.I catch a glimpse of a pink unicorn sticker and my brain halts every command.“Is that…” Jason's laptop?My head whips around. Jason is right across the street?And Cassian found him.This can't be good.I launch my body at the door, blocking his path.“Nina…god! You're in my way.” He sighs.“And you're in my business. What

NINA'S POV“If you dare mention what happened in that car, I will pretend you don’t exist for the rest of this flight.”I sink into the matte leather seat by the window.“Good morning to you too, Nina. Took your precious time, I see.” Cassian lifts a brow, looking over his notes.Heat flushes my cheeks, and I vividly remember fighting him off for an extra hour of sleep. Well…two hours.I didn't expect him to wrap me up like a burrito and haul me into the car. He let me sleep it off in the car.But I wish that's what I'm talking about, not the memory of my back pressed against the steering while his thrusts sent me over the moon.He sits across me on the jet in a fine merino knit polo over charcoal trousers, hair neatly slicked back.Of course he gets to look so hot every fucking day. Perks of being Cassian Cross.He eyes me, and I feel underdressed in my slip dress and oversized cashmere sweater with little hoop earrings that make me look ‘not so boring ‘“You look like a blend of van

SLOANE'S POVI know what you think of me, and I assure you, I’m worse.See, I have this small problem. My fiancé doesn't love me anymore.Not like he ever did. His gaze has always been turned from me, no matter what I do.What he doesn't know is I'm used to it all.It's no news that I grew up never lacking the finest things in life.I had it all—a personal maid, a huge walk-in closet with all my favorite toys, a big garden I could run in and bruise myself.Then I'd be reminded of the one thing I could never have—my father's attention.Daddy was a very…focused man. He never celebrated birthdays or holidays. If it wasn't a personal achievement, it doesn't count.So I gave it my all. And soon he was looking at me. Loving me again—a lot more than before.Every human has their sweet spot. If I could find my father's, Cassian won't be so hard to please…or so I thought.He's so…closed off. It better not be about what happened last year. We both made mistakes. Best to move on and forget they