All Chapters of CRAVING MY FORBIDDEN STEPBROTHER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter 111: Make Me

LaylaThe radio kept skipping on the same Lana Del Rey track, and Cain kept smirking like he'd planned it."You did that," I said."Did what." He didn't look at me. He was crouched in front of the baseboards in nothing but his jeans, hung low on his hips, a streak of eggshell white running from his shoulder to his elbow, his hair tied back with one of my scrunchies because he'd lost the bet about who'd find the second roller first."Rigged the playlist.""Babe." He finally turned. The grin was lazy and very, very pleased with itself. "Your phone.""My phone. Your hands.""Your password. My memory."I threw the wet rag at him. He caught it without flinching and dragged it slow down his chest, the white smearing across all that brown skin like he was trying to ruin me on purpose. Two weeks ago I'd been sitting in a dean's office with my stomach in my throat, waiting to find out if Sienna had ended us. Two weeks ago I'd thought we were done. Then Sienna got arrested before the board even

Chapter 112: You owe me money

His hand slid down. Around the front of my hip. Over my belly. Lower. Two fingers slipping easy between my legs, finding me already slick, finding what I'd been hiding under those paint-stained shorts for the last hour."You're soaked.""Shut up.""You been like this the whole time?""Cain.""Painting baseboards. Wet for me." His fingers worked slow, dragging through me, circling my clit once, twice. I made a sound I didn't approve of. "Answer the question, baby.""Yes.""Yes what.""Yes, the whole time.""Good girl." He kissed the back of my shoulder. His fingers kept moving. Slower. Then he pushed two of them inside me and curled them up, and I bit down on my own forearm. "You want me to fuck you right here?""Yes.""Tell me.""I want you to fuck me.""Where.""Here. Cain. Here, please."He laughed, low, against the back of my neck. His fingers slid out of me, and he brought them up, and I heard him suck them clean."Tastes like mine.""Cain, oh my god.""Hands behind you."I gave h

Chapter 113: His Return

Cain left at seven this morning with his jaw set and his laptop bag over his shoulder and told me he was going to trace the number. The photo. The text. You owe me money. He kissed me at the door and said he’d be back by noon and told me to go to campus and stay in public places and not go anywhere alone.I didn’t argue. The look on his face when he saw that photo last night, our apartment, the brass numbers on the door, the planter Zara gave us, shot from across the street in the dark, that look didn’t leave room for arguing.Someone was standing outside our home watching us.I go to campus because sitting in the apartment alone feels worse than being in a crowd. The morning is bright and cold and I walk fast with my bag pressed against my side and my phone in my hand and I check behind me twice before I reach the main building.Having a stalker makes you on high alert.My first class is at nine. I’m early. The hallway is half empty, just a few students at their lockers, a girl on th

Chapter 114: Join My Girls

Someone is saying my name.Not the way Cain says it. Not the way my mother says it. This voice is flat and urgent and close to my face and my head is pounding and the world is sideways and wrong."Layla. Wake up. Come on."My eyes open.The light is yellow and dim and the ceiling above me is concrete and stained and I don't know where I am. My wrists are behind my back. Tied. Something coarse, rope or zip ties, biting into the skin every time I move.What happened? The last thing I remember was Cain driving, then the glasses caving in, then...Oh no."Layla."Jace is crouching in front of me.His face is close. His eyes are moving over mine, checking, the way you check someone who's been unconscious, and his hand is on my shoulder and his mouth is set in a hard line."There you go," he says. "Can you see me?""Where..." My voice comes out scraped and raw. My throat burns. The sweet smell from the cloth is still in my nose, coating the back of my tongue, and my stomach lurches. "Where

Chapter 115: One Of the Girls

"Your girls." My voice is hollow. "You mean the ones you drug. The ones you pimp out. The ones who come in as people and leave as...""I mean the ones who make me very, very good money." He stands. Walks to the desk. Refills his glass. "You know, after you left the club, I did some research. Diamond. That was your name, right?"My blood goes cold."You have fans, Layla." He turns to face me. "Real ones. The kind who paid the club extra just for your shifts. The kind who asked where you went when you stopped showing up. The kind who would pay a great deal of money for a private experience with the girl they've been thinking about for months.""No.""Untainted. That's how they describe you online." He walks back to me. Stands over me. "The young one. The one who danced but never touched. The one who left before anyone got close." He crouches in front of my chair. Eye level. "Do you know what that's worth? In my world? A girl that men are already obsessed with who's never been available?

Chapter 116: 30 Days

I watched blankly in the mirror on the back of the door as she went to work on my hair. The flat iron clamped down on my natural curls, pulling tight as the steam hissed and rose. With every pass, another section came out flat and entirely wrong. It hung past my shoulders in sleek, lifeless sheets that lacked my natural bounce and movement. By the time she finished, the girl staring back at me was a total stranger.Of course, that was exactly the point.I was encased in black lace, thin straps and sheer panels designed to leave both nothing and everything to the imagination. She lined my eyes in heavy soot, painted my lips a stark, jarring red I would never have chosen for myself, and finished by spritzing my neck with a perfume that smelled like a stranger. Looking in the mirror, I looked expensive and readily available. I looked like the kind of girl whose name you don't bother to ask because her identity doesn't matter.I looked nothing like Layla.It's been twenty minutes since sh

Chapter 117: 30 Days 2

That mechanical shift crosses his face once more. It isn't sympathy; it's the quiet whir of a machine adjusting its equation and shifting its variables."I was told you were willing," he says."You were told wrong.""Clearly." He glances back at the door, then returns his gaze to me, casually adjusting his cufflinks. "I don't use unwilling women. That is not what I pay for."I just stare at him, feeling my white-knuckled grip on the mattress loosen ever so slightly."What I pay for," he continues smoothly, "is exclusivity. Time. A woman who actually chooses to be with me. Not whatever this is." He gestures dismissively at my body, at the sheer lingerie, the rigidly straight hair, the heavily painted mouth. "This is just packaging. I have no interest in packaging.""Then leave.""No." He pulls the room's single, stiff chair forward and sits down, crossing one leg over the other and resting his folded hands in his lap. "I am going to sit here for the full hour I've paid for. When that h

Chapter 118: Sasha

I’ve been here eleven days and I’ve stopped counting the hours.The room has a window I can’t open and a bed I barely sleep in and a lock on the outside that clicks at nine every night and clicks again at seven every morning. The woman with the flat iron comes every evening to straighten my hair and paint my face and put me in something that isn’t mine. Vincent comes three times a week. He sits in the chair and reads his phone and sometimes asks me questions I don’t answer and leaves at exactly one hour. He hasn’t touched me. He hasn’t tried. Whatever game he’s playing exists inside rules I don’t understand and I’ve stopped trying to understand them because understanding takes energy and I have none.The other girls are different.I see them in the common room, the space between the bedrooms and the kitchen where Marco lets them sit during the day. Some of them look like me, young and scared and counting days. Others have been here long enough that the counting stopped and what replac

Chapter 119: The Right Thing

I don't know how long I'm in there.No window means no light means no way to mark the hours. My ribs are screaming. My face is swollen on the left side and one of my eyes won't open fully and there's dried blood on my lip that I keep touching with my tongue because the taste is the only thing that's real.Nobody brings food. Nobody brings water. Nobody opens the door.I sit in the corner with my back against the wall and my knees pulled up and I cry. Not the numb crying from the first night. This is old crying. The kind that comes from the same place my father's death came from, the deepest well, the one I thought was empty. It comes in waves that shake my whole body and make the ribs hurt worse and I don't try to stop it because stopping takes strength and I don't have any.I think about Cain.His face in the photo Jace showed me. Sitting on the curb outside the ER with his head down and his hands between his knees. Alive. Bruised but alive. Does he know where I am? Is he looking? Is

Chapter 120: The Right Thing 2

Blood is running down his arm and dripping off his fingertips. His face is white. His jaw is clenched so tight the veins in his neck are standing out. And in his good hand, the hand that isn't pressing against a bullet wound, he's holding the guard's gun."Let her go, Marco."Marco's hand tightens on my throat. He turns us both to face Jace. Using me as a shield. My back against his chest, his arm across my body."Put that down, Jace." Marco's voice is still pleasant. Still gentle. "Before you embarrass yourself.""This wasn't the plan." Jace's hand is shaking. The gun is shaking. His eyes are bright and wet and locked on Marco's face. "You said nobody gets hurt. You said it was just business. Girls come in, girls work, girls leave. That was what you said.""Plans change.""She's nineteen years old!" Jace's voice cracks. "She's nineteen and you locked her in a room with no food because she hit your girlfriend. You were going to let Sasha beat her to death!""Sasha was disciplining..."

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