Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Tutti bene?” Dominic asked once we returned to my office.I waved him off. “Everything’s fine.” Although my friend was a cold, heartless bastard most of the time, he still possessed an annoying mother hen trait that showed up once in a while and unfortunately for me, I was the sole recipient of the bizarre disposition. I stole a glance at his face and the raw concern on it made me wince.“I think you should go home to rest, you look sallow.” Dominic said, unbothered by my dismissive attitude.My facial muscles squeezed into an irritated scowl. “Jesus Christ Dominic, stop acting like I’m suddenly going to collapse to the floor.”He pinned me with a solemn stare. “I’m serious Demetrio.”“F uck you.” I retorted, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.“You should take it easy.”My smile was sardonic. “If only Alexei Mikhalov would be nice enough to let me do that.”Dominic sighed, obviously exasperated. “Fine, do whatever you like. Treat your body like it’s invincible, I don’t give a fuck.”

Cellie’s povDemetrio stayed in bed with me for about twenty minutes more in spite of my nagging. He only got up to leave when he got a call and he’d put his clothes back on in a bout of cursing. It had been amusing to see the sulking side of him and I’d captured the moment and stored it in my head to revisit it whenever I think of him. Which was all the time.I hadn’t wanted him to leave but I understood he was a busy man with a billion responsibilities. It was irksome how touched I was that he sacrificed some of his precious time for me, making me deepen things that are not even there. I was quickly discovering that I had a delusional streak.I could still feel the memory of his parting kiss and from how lightheaded I felt as I put my clothes back on, I was also still very much affected by it. I loved his kisses so much, they were hard and passionate just like sex with him. Kissing Demetrio was an exciting experience and I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed having him inside me.

Cellie’s povI was a terrible, terrible person. A shitty individual, I was no different from Hitler and every other vile human to ever exist. Demetrio sat inches away from me, his face permanently concentrated on the window, appearing indifferent and impassive.But I knew, I’d seen it, the hurt that had cut through his gaze like a butcher’s knife before refracting into my heart, slicing it into halves. I hadn’t thought it was possible, I never looked at Demetrio DeLeon as just a man so it never occurred to me that his feelings could be crushed.I wanted to take back my words, apologize over and over, with my words, with my actions, with my body. He might not be patient or calm or soft-spoken or possess the best temperament, but he always had my best interest at heart. The man had shielded me with his body during an active shootout only for me to liken him with the scum of the earth.Idiot, idiot, idiot.Guilt ate away at my chest like an angry woodpecker. I was indeed a terrible perso

Cellie’s pov“One day you’ll tell me the story behind this.” Demetrio said in a thoughtful tone as his thumb brushed over the now healed scar on my wrists.We were pressed against each other in my bed, resting or rather recovering from our hours and hours of vigorous sex.Just like Demetrio had threatened, I was completely spent and couldn’t move without feeling the soreness of my hips, thighs and between them. He had taken me in every part of my small apartment; on the kitchen counter, on the couch, in front of my vanity mirror –which was my favourite– in my cramped shower stall and finally on my bed where we now laid.I watched as his eyes narrowed on the tiny, old scars that were so faint they were barely visible.But Demetrio noticed them and the protective fire in his gaze warmed the blood in my veins.I swallowed, pulling the wrist from his loose grasp. “One day.” I said, even though I was certain that the day would never come. I wouldn’t be able to live through the disgust or p

Cellie’s pov“He doesn’t even let me go to the pool unsupervised. Can you imagine?” Georgiana said into the phone, her voice incredulous.A smile worked up my face. Yes I could just imagine. I imagined her whining and pouting as Dante calmly explained to her why she needed to be guarded at all times.We’ve been on this call that was basiCellie Georgiana’s complaints about her husband for the past ten minutes. But they weren’t complaints per se, just one of those rants people in love made about their significant other even though they aren’t actually ranting in annoyance but because they were feeling endeared by their actions.It was just the cutest form of bragging about how awesome their partners were, and in this case, how awesome Dante was.“I thought Demetrio and my papa were overprotective but Dante is on a whole different level.” Georgiana muttered but there was a smile in her voice.I switched my phone from one ear to the other as I got cozy in my bed. I’ve been in it all morni