All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Lust : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NINA'S POV Sloane is pregnant, Cassian is in cuffs, and somehow, I’m still the idiot standing here waiting for him to look at me.The air is cold, forcing a chatter from my teeth when his eyes finally rake up my body and linger on my face.“Hello, sister. You look like you've seen a ghost.” Lucas frowns, placing a hand on Cassian's shoulder and squeezing lightly.Cassian huffs and shrugs off his hand, eyes never leaving mine.“Lucas —oh my god…” my mom chokes, brushing past me, arms spread wide.Lucas hesitates, brows furrowed.“Mom?” His eyes light with recognition. “Mom!” I fold my hands and shrink away from the soppy reunion. At least they get to be happy while my world is falling apart. Cassian's eyes follow me as I back into a corner, shoulders sagged. “I don't suppose you can take these cuffs off, can you? I'm not that dangerous.” His voice cuts through the sugary moment, gaze shifting to Lucas and Grace.The air goes still. Lucas pulls away, face flushed from his little bre

NINA'S POV Two days is not enough time for a heart to stop breaking and start pretending it never did, but the world keeps spinning like I didn’t leave the man I love standing in the middle of it. Loved. Let's keep that in the past, shall we? I had ignored his emails to come in for work, but today my heels click against the marble floor, and I breeze past the receptionist with a frozen smile. Heat settles against my skin, pricking under my blazer, but I keep a straight face because God forbid that I squirm in his presence. The letter in my purse weighs down on my shoulder, but I must do this. It's the only way… The walls of the elevator seem to grow thicker with each floor we pass, and my breath echoes back to me in a panicked cycle. Finally, the doors whoosh open on our office floor, and I step out, forcing my confidence to follow. His door is ajar, and I suck in a sharp breath at the faint whiff of his cologne mixed with brewing coffee. I crane my neck to peer

CASSIAN'S POV Lucas knocks down all ten pins on his first throw—and then looks at me like I'm the real target.“Your turn, Cross.” He holds out the ball, daring me to let him win. The floors squeak under my shoes when I stand, music humming in my ears from the overhead speakers. The balls drops into my hands, and I slip my fingers into the holes, aware of the pair of eyes peeling away my skin. “Ever played before?” Lucas asks, hovering like a cloud. “If you come any closer, people will assume we're a couple.”“Sorry.” He flashes his palms and stands back for me to position in front of the lane. Ball weighing on my wrist, I narrowed my vision and counted the glossy pins at the end of the lane. I'm like an animal on display, with Lucas as my zookeeper. He wants something. It's clear in the set of his jaw and the way his eyes dart to the leather watch on his wrist.I shift my focus back to the polished lane, and let my hand fall limp as I release the ball. It rolls down the lane w

NINA'S POVI don’t know what scares me more—what he might do, or how badly I want him to do it.But I can't think, not when he's holding open the door for me, like he didn't just promise to cause me pain. The air smells of rain and dust, wind flapping through my hair as I follow him up the stairs leading to the front door. Warmth creeps up my skin when we step into the foyer, but it does nothing to ease the pounding of my heart. Déjà vu hits me in rapid waves, and I look down at the small puddle of water forming at my feet. The first time I was here, I stood in this exact position, making a puddle on this same spot. I hear the front door lock behind me, and I turn to find Cassian standing a few feet from me, gaze burning into my skin. His words bounce around in my brain like razors, cutting through all my restraint. “Nina…” he takes a small step closer, vein ticking in his forehead like he's about to explode. Maybe he should punish me. Push me far enough that I have no option b

CASSIAN'S POV The wind hums softly through the dark, but I haven’t slept—not with Nina in my arms and too many things I’d rather not feel clawing their way to the surface.My gaze is fixed on the ceiling, at how a blink of an eye can blind one to the tiny crack in the wall.I count the rise and fall of Nina's naked chest, and I wonder how someone so delicate can hurt so much. She looked me in the eye and lied to me, then confessed like it was nothing. Did she do that so I could punish her?I don't know anymore. My mind is a collision of past and present, and when she moves against me, I'm reminded of every moment, every gasp, every clench of her walls around me—all while lying to my face. This hazel eyed demon with a sharp tongue and eyes that light up at my misery. If she could lie to me in a heartbeat, what else is she lying about? Try as hard as I could, she wouldn't tell me why she ran. And it fucking kills me that I had to stop before I broke her completely. Now her thigh i