All Chapters of Sinful Obsession: My Billionaire Stepbrother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Isabel~ My phone was still buzzing like crazy in my hand. Chloe’s face lit up the screen as the car stopped. I stepped out, and every single ache from twelve hours of work hit me all at once. Chloe was already marching toward me, glowing like an actual disco ball in that silver mini dress. But she wasn’t alone. Someone else stepped out from beside her car, and my heart did a silly little flip. It was Marcus. Dark denim jacket, plain black tee, looking effortlessly cool. He’d actually driven her here? Wow. They were moving fast. William stepped out from the driver’s side and shut the door hard. He didn’t head straight for the house. He stood tall, hands shoving deep into his jeans pockets, and looked right at the two people standing on his driveway. That friendly softness from earlier vanished completely. The Ice Prince was back. "Who are they?" William asked. It wasn’t just a question. It was a demand. "Izzy!" Chloe yelled, loud enough to echo off the mansion walls. She l

~Isabel~ "You need to let her go." The voice was low, calm, and didn’t need to be loud to work. A big dark-haired man just stood there, and the blonde guy actually took a step back all on his own. One look at that cold steady stare and he bolted straight into the crowd like his shoes were on fire. I stayed pressed against the pillar, my mind spinning so fast I almost got dizzy. I knew that face. "You," I breathed. "You’re… the guy from William’s office earlier. What on earth are you doing here?" His expression softened just a tiny bit, but his eyes never stopped scanning every corner of the room. "Mr. Sterling wanted to make sure you were safe tonight, Miss Mayfield." "William?" I blinked, completely floored. "He sent you? To a student party?" I looked him up and down. Hoodie, black jeans, he blended in well enough, but he had that still, watchful way of standing that screamed he didn’t belong here. "Wait… who exactly are you?" He shifted on the other leg, feet planted lik

~Isabe~ "Don't say it's a mistake again after tonight," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rasp that sent a excitement straight down my body. His hands were large, spanning the width of my waist, his thumbs traced the lines of my ribs. "You have no idea how much trouble you invite just by breathing close to me, Isabel." His large hands slid under the water, his fingers caressed my body, then he gripped my hips and hauled my pelvis flush against his. I felt him then, rock-hard and huge, his cock strained against his briefs like hard wood. A small, broken sound escaped my throat as he tilted my head back, his fingers tangled in my wet hair and with a sharp tug he forced my chest to arch toward him. He crashed his mouth onto mine, his tongue tangled with mine with a passionate hunger. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him deeper into me. The sensation of his bare chest rubbing against my nipples through my soaked bikini was driving me insane, I started rubbing my boobs o

~Isabel~ "Why is this hallway packed like a concert?" I whispered to Chloe, my voice all wobbly. I was trying so hard to act normal, but my skin still felt warm and I knew I looked like I had way too many secrets. Chloe grabbed my arm and steered me toward the lecture hall doors. "Izzy, did you completely zone out? Today is the very first class with Professor Alister. Everyone is here to see the legend." Oh right. The youngest professor in the whole law school. That definitely explained the crowd. We squeezed through and somehow scored two seats right in the middle. The room buzzed like a beehive, girls fixing lipstick, leaning forward, whispering like they were waiting for a celebrity. I sat down and shifted, trying to get comfortable. But the hard seat pressed right on my pussy…where I was still throbbing from other night. I let out a tiny shaky breath. Focus Isabel. You are here to learn. But my brain refused to cooperate. All I could taste and feel was William. Then the

~Isabel~ Marcus must have felt the tension thick enough to chew. He straightened up, cleared his throat, gave me a look that said he knew things were about to get messy, then leaned down and pressed a soft lingering kiss to the top of Chloe’s head. "I’ll let you two talk. See you later Chlo." He walked away, and the silence he left behind felt huge. Chloe didn’t look sorry anymore. Watching him go, her face shifted from guilty to straight up defensive. She turned back to me, narrowing her eyes just a little. "You’re mad at me for keeping him a secret? Seriously Izy? That is rich coming from you." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means you’ve been distant lately! You barely tell me anything real anymore. You said you were resting all weekend after the party, but you look like you haven’t slept properly in days. You jump at every little noise and you’re always miles away somewhere." She leaned forward, dropping her voice to a whisper that cut right through me. "And don’t think