All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Enzo, please… let me sleep,” I groaned, trying to squirm away from him, but he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me back against his chest. His skin was warm, his body solid against mine, and his lips started leaving a trail of slow, wet kisses along the back of my neck—soft at first, then harder, teeth nipping, tongue dragging over the spot that made me shiver.“Come on,” he murmured, his voice rough and sleepy, like he’d been awake all night just waiting for me to move. “I barely got to come last night. You think I’m just gonna let you go that easy?” His hands slid down my sides, then up again, tracing the curve of my ribs, my back, his fingers spreading over my skin like he owned every inch of me. One hand dipped low, thumb brushing the top of my ass, just enough to make me tense.“Last night?” I mumbled, blinking against the dull morning light sneaking through the curtains. “It’s already morning?” “Yeah,” he breathed against my neck, his lips pressing to the junction

Levi POV“Won’t they be curious if you’re not home?” I asked, moving around my small kitchen and trying to make breakfast without burning anything. Bethany sat across on my worn-out couch, scrolling through whatever app she had opened on my phone. She hadn’t brought hers because she didn’t want her husband tracking her location. Apparently, she had slept with her mother-in-law, who left a massive hickey on her neck that was still glaringly obvious. Now her husband was losing his mind, knowing someone else was fucking his wife.I almost laughed at the irony. It was the same way Enzo had been going insane these past few days. It had been two full days since I left the mansion for my modest, barely decorated apartment. My mother had pleaded with me to stay, but I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. The place felt too heavy, too tangled in everything I wanted to escape.Fuck me. I missed that mansion more than I cared to admit. Waking up to meals already prepared, staff handling the litt

Levi POV“Oh fuck…” I groaned, reaching up to feel the throbbing ache at the back of my head. It pulsed like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. My vision swam for a few seconds, blurry shapes sharpening slowly as the memories slammed back into me—the broken door, the dark apartment, strong arms grabbing me from behind, and then nothing.“What the fuck?” I muttered again, sitting up carefully. I expected ropes around my wrists or ankles, some kind of restraint, but there were none. Part of me almost felt disappointed at how exposed I was. Whatever. I shook the strange thought away and glanced around. This was my room… but it wasn’t. My old bed that barely contained my height had been replaced by a massive king-sized one, luxurious and soft with fresh, expensive covers that smelled faintly of clean linen and something darker, more masculine. The pillows were plush, the sheets silkier than anything I’d ever owned.What the hell was going on? Had I been robbed? The idea made me la

He slowly released me, taking a tiny step back, his fingers trailing one last possessive drag down my chest before his lips curled into that signature dangerous smirk. “It does,” he said, his gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge in my crotch, eyes darkening with hunger.“Fuck off,” I muttered, caressing the mark on my neck, skin still tingling. “You could have killed me.”“No, I wouldn’t have.” His voice was calm, too calm. “Trust me, I’d much rather give you a very painful torture than kill you completely. I’d break your body and soul—physically, mentally, and emotionally—so bad you’d never let anyone in again. You’d crawl back to me every night, begging for the pain only I can give you.”This time I actually shivered, not from lust but pure, ice-cold fear. There was no hint of playfulness in his eyes, no teasing smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. He meant every single word. The mafia heir staring back at me wasn’t the man who had just jerked me off against the

I stared at Enzo with a shocked expression frozen on my face. Beside him, Sebastian leaned back in his seat with a smug, mocking grin, clearly enjoying every second of my humiliation. The bastard looked relaxed, like this was the best entertainment he’d had all night. The VIP section pulsed with low lights and heavier bass, mafia figures lounging around with strippers grinding on their laps, guns casually displayed on “Enzo…” I bit my lip hard, anger and something hotter twisting in my gut.“You’re testing my patience, Levi.” His voice was low, dangerous, that dangerous edge making it clear he wouldn’t repeat himself. Around us, eyes flicked our way — other powerful men watching the show, judging whether I’d submit like the pets on their laps.My breathing grew heavier. Heart slamming against my ribs, I closed my eyes and forced myself down to my knees between his spread legs. The carpet was soft under me, but the position screamed submission. Public. Exposed. Humiliating.“Oh shit