All Chapters of Dangerous Cravings: Sinfully Tangled With My Stepbrother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY — INTO HIS ARMS

EZRAN’S POV.“M-moved… out?” I stuttered. “How? When? Why didn’t anyone inform me?”Mrs. Carter gave me an apologetic smile. “You didn’t return home with the family, so you weren’t informed. After the vacation, he returned to pack his things to one of his penthouses in the city.” “..No.” I let out a weak, broken and disbelieving laugh. “No... that’s impossible.”“He said he wanted to live closer to the company.”That’s a lie. A very big lie.“He already bought—”Before she could finish, I was already running. I flew up the staircase two steps at a time, my chest constricting with every step.No, no, no. Lucian couldn’t have left without telling me.I reached his bedroom door and shoved it open. The room was clean—too clean. The bedside table that used to accommodate his laptop was bare, the bed was tucked in as if no one had slept there in days and the curtains were draped downwards. The room still smelled like him but he wasn’t here.I walked toward the dressing room, my fingers trem

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE — I LOVE YOU

LUCIAN’S POVThe moment Ezran crashed into my arms, I forgot everything else. For a very long time, I had continuously told, no, deceived myself.I loved Ezran undoubtedly, but I didn’t think of myself or him, only what people would say when they found out I was harboring romantic feelings for my stepbrother.I was worried not because I care for myself, but for him. I didn’t want him to become an object of public criticism, I didn’t want him to face problems because of me, so I stayed away—until he left.For days, I had let my imaginations run wild on the possibility of never seeing him again.Maybe he’d yell at me, cry, or tell me to leave him alone forever. I had prepared myself for every possibility—except this.His body shook violently against mine and his fingers clutched the back of my coat like I might disappear if he loosened his grip.“I... I’m sorry…” His voice broke between sobs. “I’m so... so sorry…”I closed my eyes tight and breathed heavily. Without saying a word, I wrap

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO — I’LL MAKE YOU CUM TWICE

EZRAN’S POVI didn’t let go, even after Lucian stopped kissing me, I still fisted his shirt in my palms, clinging to him.My heartbeat thumped steadily, each beat reassuring me that this wasn’t a dream.A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “How do you feel?”I tightened my arms around his waist, smiling brightly. “I feel so good, Lucian.”Lucian let out a quiet, genuine laugh that I hadn’t heard in what felt like forever. His fingers slipped gently through my hair, smoothing the messy curls I had completely ruined by crying.“I’ll always make you feel good.”I knew it was too cheesy, but my heart still betrayed me by fluttering ridiculously.Damn. He just confessed and kissed me barely twenty minutes ago and I was already becoming hopeless.After another minute of comfortable silence, Lucian stepped backwards, gesturing towards the house.“Let’s go in.”I nodded. “Okay.”I took exactly two steps and then, my knees buckled. Before I could embarrass myself by kissing the ground, two stro

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE — THE SPY

EZRAN’S POVI heard a loud bang echo in my head as a dark hue crept into my cheeks.“Geez!” I gasped and pulled away from him, running out of the kitchen.His laughter echoed behind me as he caught up with me.“So… you’re going to sleep over?”“Mhm,” I said, avoiding his face.My God! How could Lucian say these dirty words with such a plain face? “Let’s get you to your room.” Lucian said, sweeping me off my feet again.This time, I didn’t protest. I liked the way he carried me effortlessly and carefully.“Ezran?”“Hmm?”“Do you prefer being called baby or sweetheart?”I blinked shyly. “Anyone you feel like.”Gawd, Lucian was going to be the end of me.When we got to the room, Lucian pushed the slightly ajar door open with his back. My eyes dimmed as they adjusted to the soft blue lights illuminating the room.The King-sized bed looked soft and comfy even from a distance, the bedsheets and pillowcase were blue, the decorations were minimalist but still very exquisite to the eyes.“It’

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR — DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?

EZRAN’S POVSilence stretched between the three of us, thick and humiliating.“You fucking spied on me?” I repeated, my voice climbing an octave higher than I intended.“Yo, Ez!” Erik exclaimed. “Spy is such a strong word to use.”“What would you call it then?”“Concerned monitoring with love.” He grinned at his own phone screen.I turned to Lucian, who looked entirely too calm for a man currently being exposed as a mastermind. “And you. You had my best friend reporting on me?”“Yes. That’s because you are…” Lucian paused and looked at me, tightening his arm around my waist like the accusation didn’t concern him in the slightest. “a person I care about.”“That doesn’t make it less creepy!”“Would you have rather I asked you directly how you were doing when we weren’t really close then?”“That’s… not the point.” I huffed, crossing my arms. “How long has this been going on? Since when exactly?”Erik, at least, had the decency to look sheepish through the phone. “Since my first sleepover

CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE — I WILL NEVER NEED A GIRLFRIEND

EZRAN’S POVJeanne had to thump my back while Charlyn silently handed me a glass of water, her lips pressed together like she was fighting very, very hard not to laugh.“N-no,” I wheezed, eyes watering. “No girlfriend.”“Are you sure?” Mom asked, far too innocently. “Because you’ve been eating more than you did when you first returned from Erik’s home.”I winced.“Was that obvious?”“Yes,” Charlyn muttered into her glass.I buried my burning face into my hands, silently praying for the floor to swallow me whole, while the rest of the table dissolved into laughter around me.If only they knew.“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said again, louder this time, as if volume could somehow make the statement more convincing.Robert studied me for a long moment, the same unreadable expression he wore during business negotiations. “Alright.”“I mean it.”“I said alright, Ezran.”I whined. “You don’t believe me, right?”“I never said that either, son.”Jeanne snorted into her glass, earning a glare

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX — SNEAKING OUT

EZRAN’S POVThe dining table fell into total silence. For half a minute or so, no one said anything, no one even moved from their spot. Then, Robert muttered coldly. “So it’s a man again.”Lucian ignored him. “I’ve told you several times. You can’t marry a man into the Banks family as your partner. Stop whatever thing you’re up to.”Lucian ignored his father again.“So you think the Board will accept it? Do you think society will accept it? How about me? Do you think I’d want you to bring shame to our family?”“Shame?” Lucian finally spoke. “So, should I be ashamed of my orientation? You really piss me off, Dad.”He dragged the chair backwards and stood up, grabbing his phone from the table.“Adios, Papa. See you whenever my anger abates.”….I curled up on my bed as I dialed Lucian’s number for the fifth time since he stormed out of the house.Gawd! Why wasn’t he answering his phone? Did something happen to him?Fear crept up my chest and I shook, sending him messages upon messages.

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN — LITTLE SWEETHEART

EZRAN’S POVSunday service ended a little past noon, and the walk back to the car was filled with Jeanne’s running commentary on how the pastor’s sermon had been boring and too long.“Mom,” I said, cutting into her rant as we climbed into the car. “I’m sleeping over at Erik’s tomorrow night.”Mom raised a brow from the front seat. “Again? Didn’t you just see him on Friday?”“We are rounding up with exams soon. It’s easier if we do some midnight reading together from his place.”It wasn’t entirely a lie. Erik and I did agree to read together for our last papers, but I just wasn’t planning on spending the night doing it with him.“Alright,” Mom said, though her eyes lingered on me a second too long in the rearview mirror. “Tell Auntie Lexi I said hello and I’ll stop by very soon.”Stop by very soon? As if.I forced a small smile on my face. “I will.”….Immediately we got home, Jeanne pulled me out of the car and into the house, through the hallway with a mischievous smirk.“Where were y

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT — TURNING HIM ON

LUCIAN’S POVA huge smile spread on my face and I answered without hesitation, ignoring the way Janine stared at me.“Hey, baby,” I said, my voice dropping into something warmer, gentler and entirely unrecognizable compared to the tone I’d used thirty seconds earlier.The entire boardroom had gone dead silent, a dozen pairs of eyes locked onto me with a mixture of confusion and barely contained curiosity.Ezran’s voice came through, hushed and a little rushed. “Are you busy? Erik said you’ll probably still be at work, so I shouldn’t call.”“That’s not a problem.” I glanced briefly at the frozen boardroom, unbothered by the audience. “What is it?”“I…” his voice paused slightly. “I wanted to see you.”“See me?” I smiled again.“Hmm. I wanted to sleep over, so I told mom I would be staying at Erik’s.”Ezran wanted to sleep over? At my place? My shy little sweetheart was gradually becoming bolder than ever.“You want to sleep over? That’s not a problem. I’ll be waiting for you when you c

CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE — READY OR NOT

EZRAN’S POVI woke up on the bed, a blanket tucked snugly around me that I definitely hadn’t put there myself.Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, and for a moment, I just lay there, replaying the night before in my head—the kiss, Lucian’s hand on my waist and the way his voice had gone rough and strained right before he all but sprinted up the stairs like the building was on fire.Did I really do that to him?The thought sent a ridiculous, giddy warmth curling through my chest, and I had to bury my face into the pillow to muffle the sound I made.A soft knock tapped on the door and I quickly composed myself, sitting up just as Lucian stepped into the room, two mugs in hand, looking dashingly handsome in a white t-shirt.“Morning coffee,” he said, setting a mug down in front of me.“Thank you.” I answered perfunctorily as I studied him carefully, searching for any trace of last night’s reaction. There was none. Just his usual calm, composed expression, hair neatly combed, n

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