All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Lust : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CASSIAN'S POV I should’ve known better than to believe I could hold myself together around her.Nina doesn’t just ask for control—she quietly dismantles it, breath by breath, until there’s nothing left but the sound of me trying not to fall apart.She says it's the last time, but her lips claim mine like this should be forever…like I can freeze this moment in time and die all over again in her vanilla scent.Her lips are burning memories into me, tongue sliding past my lips and grazing my tongue in a slow motion that makes my toes curl. I want to let go, to step away and tell her how bad this is, how much this will destroy us both—but destruction seems fair, and if this is the most damnable sin, then I will burn at her altar until she frees me from her hell.My fingers leave her throat, raking into her silky soft hair, holding it up in a bun and letting it down again. She moans into my mouth, nails dragging up my chest, branding everywhere she touches. “God, Nina…” my voice tremble

NINA'S POV Of course there’s a stranger in my apartment—because quitting my job and ruining my life over a man clearly wasn’t enough for one day.And this isn't me hallucinating from emotional damage.Sloane Whitmore is actually standing in MY apartment like she paid rent, rubbing her bump in a circular motion that makes my head turn. Cassian said she was in Malta, yet here she is, glowing like the sun itself with a glare masked in those bright eyes.I should be scared, but I'm all maxed out on emotions, save for the one throbbing in my chest—flaring hot and forcing my body forward.And I am so over this fucking apartment.My hand pushes the door open wider, and I see the shock glint in her eyes, yet she steps backwards to give me room.My boxes sit abandoned in the hallway, phone buzzing in my pocket, but I ignore it all, drowning out the noise until all I can hear is the sound of my own ragged breathing.“Who the FUCK gave you the right to come into my apartment and…what the—who t

NINA'S POV The wall in front of me is the exact shade of the nothing my life has turned into, and I count each second like a confession, waiting for the door to open, for someone to tell me which part of my ruin they’ve come to name first.My nails dig into my palm, lower lip tucked between my teeth. I try not to think about the looks I got as my own brother slapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and led me out of my apartment like a criminal. He wasn't kidding about the cop cars though. For a moment, it was like I was a threat to national security…then I saw her.Harper. Her red hair billowed in the wind, stark green eyes lasering into my skull.The hairs on my neck had stood on end, and as she lifted her camera, I felt my life clip away with each shot.I should have broken her fucking hands in Vegas. Lucas didn't speak to me much. Fucking coward. He couldn't even look me in the eye when he slapped on the cuffs. But I don't blame him. I mean…why expect anyone to choose me when

NINA'S POV The strange thing about fear is that it changes shape…one minute it's handcuffs and interrogation rooms, the next it's your stepbrother's father calling you “peanut” like he owns a piece of your grief.I had accepted it, lapped up his grace and the family name, and now I'm sitting in the backseat of his car, wondering why the first thing I notice after getting out of police custody is that Sloane Cross won't stop twisting her wedding ring.My hands stay tucked in my lap, lip tucked between my teeth as I try and fail to keep my eyes off her.There…she's doing it again. The ring twists so hard against her finger that I'm half convinced she'll skin herself trying to get it off.Her gaze darts sideways to Alex, and I feel like I can disappear into my seat and none of them will notice.“Are you alright, Nina?” Alex asks, blue eyes finding mine in the rearview mirror. Funny how fast I stopped being ‘peanut’.“I'm fine,” I whisper, digging my nails into my thigh. “Something tel

NINA'S POV “Sloane will be your new assistant.”The silence after his words grows thicker by the second, and sitting here with his father's touch branding my skin like acid, loving Cassian Cross is beginning to feel less like a romance and more like standing in the path of an oncoming train.But fear does strange things to love. It teaches your mouth to say no while your heart claws itself bloody trying to reach for him.When he kicked his way through that door and stormed in here with fire in his eyes, he looked less like the love of my life and more like a man walking into a gasoline filled room with a freaking matchbox.My legs are numb, and so is the part of me that existed forty minutes ago…right before Alex tore it apart. “I hope I've made myself clear, son.” Alex says, and I feel him nearing me again. My skin crawls, but I keep my jaw tight, eyes glued to Cassian's glassy grey pools.Say yes. Please.Of course he will, Nina. He'll do anything for his father.He straightens up