All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Lust : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NINA'S POV Waiting for Cassian feels a lot like waiting for a storm—you know it’s coming, you just don’t know how much it’s going to destroy.My boxes lean against the wall, untouched. I need to pack for this trip, but my mind won't stop racing.True to his words, Cassian Cross didn't even look at me for the rest of the night. Morning came, and I had a car waiting before I even put my robe on.He didn't say a word when I said goodbye, and when I walked past him, I heard him hold his breath — like he couldn't stand to breathe the same air as me. Too bad, because in the next four hours, we will be sharing a plane, and I'm pacing like an idiot when I should be packing.Shit. I haul a box to the middle of my room, cursing when the zip bursts free and my unfolded clothes spill out.I try to focus on the task at hand, but my body is still wrecked from the other night, and his stormy eyes haunt me with every blink.I should not have lied to him. He already knew. I should have run after h

NINA'S POV The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks like she’s grieving something she was never supposed to have, and I curse under my breath.My throat feels sore, and the taste of metal rests on my tongue. I unzip my purse with numb fingers and pop a breath mint.My phone screen flickers on, and I realise that we still have five hours left. Did I just cry for a whole hour over a married man? I really need to get it together. I went from avoiding him, to hating him, to being obsessed with his scent and the way he looks at me.Pathetic is the word you're probably thinking of…yeah.I brush back my hair until the bun looks slick, and my makeup sits on my face, shielding the world from my misery. Shielding him.I have done my research on toxic relationships, and it doesn't take a genius to know exactly what is happening here. He's not mine, and he never will be. There's no use pretending this will go anywhere, but I fear I might have cursed myself, for every moment spent away f

CASSIAN'S POV She moves like she’s untouchable, like every step away from me is a reminder that I’ve already lost—and I hate it more than I’ve ever hated anything in my life.The smell of rain clings to my lungs as I stalk up the short flight of stairs to the front door where Nina stood, hands folded to mask her shiver. The door yawns open before I get there, and a middle aged man in a monkey jacket steps out, grinning from ear to ear when he sees me.“Mr Cross, I'm Varney, and I'm the new butler…” “So I heard. Is the fire going?” “Yes, sir, but I —”“Good.” I turn to Nina's shivering frame. “Go sit by the fireplace, so you can…get warm.”Her jaw works like she wants to say something, but she decides against it, brushing past me with a suppressed breath. Shamelessly, I let my eyes linger on the sway of her hips, stopping only when the butler shifts on his feet. “Okay, Varney, get our bags inside and er…retire for the night.” A smile tugs at his lips, and he bows slightly. “Tel

NINA'S POV Cassian's words don’t just land—they detonate, ripping through my chest so violently that for a second, I forget how to breathe, and then the rage comes, hot and blinding, clawing its way up my throat like I might choke on everything I didn’t say.“Oh my god…do you fucking hear yourself? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF??” My lips are moving, but the voice is not mine. Cassian's face goes white as sheets, and he takes a step back, but I take a step forward, face tilted to his.“Nina —”“You want to love me for a WEEK? Go on, Cassian, say it again. Say it again, you…bastard!” I whirl around and storm out into the hallway. I hear his feet padding behind me, and I want to break into a run, to hide in my room and rip my sheets to shreds.Instead, I stop short, turning to watch him slow.“Can you stop? Can you just…stop following me?” “It's not that simple, damnit!” His voice shakes, and he pauses for a breath. “I'm trying! Can't you see how tied my hands are?!”“As a matter of fact, no.

NINA'S POVJust one kiss.That's what I told myself when I looked at him. I didn't think about how hard his body would be...how hot.Now my fingers are raking through his hair, and I can taste his salty tears. My body releases a sigh, and his tongue probes mine, drawing a gasp from my lips.He tastes like whiskey and the sweet promise of sin, but that was what got me in this position in the first place. I should stop, what am I doing?My lungs are screaming for oxygen, and when he finally pulls away, I'm half drunk, half pieced back together.His chest heaves against mine, and I get the time to breathe, to think.“Nina,” his voice rasps, and I feel my knees buckle, “we should stop…” “Yes…” my breath stutters, but my body disobeys, and his fingers dig into my waist, wrenching a moan from my throat.“Oh…”“I'm sorry.” He stops, leaning against me for a moment, breath catching in his throat as he pulls away.My hands drop to my sides and I watch him take three steps back, fists clenche