Semua Bab The Stepbrother I Crave : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sophia did not want to open the door. That was what she kept telling herself as she struggled to stay rooted in place, fighting the chaos of emotions swirling inside her.Why was he here? He should not be doubting himself after speaking those cutting words so calmly, like sharp blades, without any hesitation. He had won that round, walking away so smoothly.“Sophia?”Damn it. The sound of his voice pulled at something deep within her, and she hated how much influence he still had over her. She despised how easily he could control her feelings. Anger rose sharply inside her. She wiped away her tears, determined to hold her ground. She got off the bed, refusing to let him affect her any longer. Enough was enough.She opened the door. “Why are you here? Want me to book a plane ticket for you?”Instead of the quick reply she expected, Julian simply looked at her. His eyes scanned her tear-streaked face and the obvious signs that she had been crying. His gaze softened.For a brief moment,

Julian trailed lingering kisses down Sophia’s neck while she settled onto his lap, her legs wrapped around him. He fully exploited the intimate position, his mouth moving in varied, skillful patterns. With every motion, he made it nearly impossible for her to stay motionless. Her fingers twisted tightly into his shirt, silently demanding more,craving the same freedom to explore his body that he already enjoyed with hers.A faint laugh slipped from her lips, barely audible. “So this was your elaborate scheme, Mr. Julian? Bringing me here just to have your way with me?”“I can have my way with you anywhere I desire, young lady,” Julian answered, his laughter rolling out deep and magnetic. The rich sound sent delicious tremors racing down her spine, clear proof of the commanding influence he held over her.She both resented and cherished that power in equal measure.“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she teased.His gaze locked onto hers, flames dancing in his eyes. His fingers brush

Sophia moved cautiously up the staircase, placing each foot with deliberate care to avoid making the slightest sound. The situation felt almost like a covert operation to infiltrate a dangerous criminal syndicate, pistol at the ready. If she had been holding a real weapon, she might have felt like a fearless operative, with her strong companion following close behind. It resembled an exciting scene from a film, yet at the same time, tension gripped her tightly. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered.A muffled laugh rang out in the hallway, causing her head to whip around toward Julian, who stood beside her.“Julian, keep your voice down,” she hissed in an urgent whisper, her eyes wide with disbelief. He clearly found the entire scenario entertaining. The clock indicated it was nearly six in the morning. Given the heavy silence throughout the large house, she knew all the guests, including her father and Maya, both of whom slept like logs—were still deeply asleep. She had

Julian gently laid Sophia on the cool, hard floor. A delicate gasp slipped from her full lips. She appeared irresistibly seductive beneath him, her alluring figure curved in ways that stirred his deepest urges. Without any effort, she ignited the raw, animalistic side of him. He longed to sink his teeth into her soft flesh and leave possessive traces that would linger for days.Hovering above her, he gazed down with pure admiration.She possessed an extraordinary quality in every aspect. A special enchantment surrounded her, her expressive eyes, inviting lips, graceful contours, the subtle fragrance of her hair, the glow of her complexion, even the way she moved and the sound of her voice—all carried a distinctive allure.How could one person embody such flawlessness?Every detail of her felt divine. She was stunning. Utterly captivating.“You are so incredibly beautiful, Sophia,” he whispered, pressing tender kisses along her knees and thighs. His palms glided over her exposed skin,

Sophia found Julian rather odd, mysterious, and downright peculiar. The realization had struck her quite suddenly. The reason required no elaborate reasoning or dramatic revelation. It was remarkably straightforward.It all came down to him insisting that the previous night’s failure to finish the painting was entirely her fault. This French man genuinely believed she was to blame. The irony of it nearly made her laugh.“I still can’t believe you refuse to take back what you said,” she remarked, her tone filled with disbelief. His stubborn stance irritated her deeply. She felt a conflicting urge to either slap him or pull him in for a kiss.She hated how incredibly attractive he looked even when being difficult.“Why would I retract my words?” he replied casually, walking toward the painting supplies and handing her a set of brushes. “The responsibility rests with you. You’re the one who caused us to lose the entire night. It’s completely your doing. Come on, we need to get back t