All Chapters of Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Aftermath

Cellie’s povDemetrio didn’t skip a routine. The man went through everything, even better than I’d have done it. Every inch of my skin was scrubbed clean, not a single spot went unnoticed by him. I had gone completely shy when he cleaned my boobs and in between my legs. I’d let the man fuck me to damnation but there was something even more decadent about him washing my private area.He showered my hair with more care and attention in the twenty minutes he spent washing it than I had in all my twenty-two years on earth. Working through the long length with gentle patience, kneading into my scalp with the expertise of a hairstylist.He did all of these while stopping at intervals to turn my insides to jelly with soft, delicious kisses.It was therapy.I was carried back to my room and placed gently on my vanity chair and then got the best blow-dry of my life. Demetrio dried every inch of my body before he hand-picked an oversized tee, a pair of shorts and panties from my small wardrobe

Last Updated : 2026-04-30

Pasta and Lobster

Double povDemetrioWatching Cellie try her damnedest to pretend she didn’t want the food before her might just be the most entertaining sight. The woman had been sulky from the moment I finally got her to pack and leave that danger zone of her apartment–former apartment–and drove her here at Salato, my family’s Italian restaurant.She had even refused to choose from the menu, putting the poor waiter in a state of distress, and I ended up having to make the order for her.Apparently, she did not take being manipulated too well. And she handled it like a little brat. I, on the other hand, felt zero remorse. The apartment gave me the creeps and to say that I was glad to have finally gotten her to leave would be an understatement.Regardless of her anger, she needed to eat. I pushed her large plate of spaghetti bolognese closer to her. “Refusing to look at the food won’t make it disappear, Cellie.” I said, watching as she angled her body even further away from the table.A frustrated bre

Last Updated : 2026-05-01

Homecoming

Cellie’s povWhen Demetrio said I was moving into his place, I’d imagined a spacious, comfortable apartment with zero warmth and a city view. I had even gotten a little more creative and conjured up a Hades lair sort of dwelling. Nothing prepared me for the fucking state of the art penthouse that was thirty times bigger than most people’s apartments.The moment the elevator dinged open to the foyer, my jaw hit the floor that stretched out in grey marble tiling with white inlays. I basiCellie floated across the foyer like Alice when she first landed in the wonderland, my eyes alight and I moved down the short wide hallway that contained only two openings. The first was an open four-panel pivot patio door that led to a forest-y terrace with an infinity pool.Holy shit.The man had a fucking infinity pool in his house.I bounded into the other opening I discovered was the living room and my eyes grew even wider.The space was as large as a hall, the walls an immaculate white colour with

Last Updated : 2026-05-02

Murder Plans

Demetrio’s pov1“I see you’ve already gotten her to move in with you.” Dominic said the moment he stepped into my office.I sighed. Of course he ran into Cellie on his way here. A woman as inquisitive and curious as she was would not have been cooped up where I’d left her. “I hope you were nice to her.” I said dryly, not looking up from my laptop.Dominic sank down on one of the chairs in front of my desk. “I didn’t send her running to you in tears, did I?”That got me to look at him or more accurately, glare at him.The bastard smirked.I went back to the boring spreadsheet report I was reading and I’d only gone through a single column before my spine stiffened. “Where the hell is Santino?”Dominic leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. “Probably hitting it off with your blonde chick.” He said with so much indifference I wanted to punch his pretty face.“And you let him?”He threw me a lazy look. “Why? Afraid she’s going to discover he’s more fun and dump your ass?”I might ju

Last Updated : 2026-05-04

Distractions

Cellie’s pov“No?”“No.” Demetrio said with finality.“Oh come on. It’s just a harmless birthday party.”It’s been four days since I moved in with Demetrio, three days of hot, dirty sex, sexy banter and nourishing food. Four days without our recurring bickers and disagreements and the I-hate-Demetrio-DeLeon moments. It was quite an impressive streak since all we’ve been doing recently is fight, fuck and fight again.But right now, as we glared at each other from the opposite sides of his kitchen island, our salad dressing long forgotten, it was safe to say that the no fight streak was officially broken.I took on a stance that communicated my unwillingness to back down. “I had promised Diana I’d come. There’s no way I’m disappointing her now.”Demetrio had that hard, intimidating look he had whenever he was set on his decision. His eyes darker than the night. I’d have cowered if it didn’t piss me the fuck off.“You’re in no condition to be partying.” He said, a hard edge to his voice.

Last Updated : 2026-05-06

Tattletale

Cellie’s povI could see why Club Nova was one of the best.It was insane.The people, the music, the atmosphere… everything brought out a vibe that forced you to forget all things and get down to party.Getting into the club had been a bit of a process even with our exclusive pass and Diana had been a little miffed but it had given me the opposite effect. These days, tight security was my comfort.My nerves had been a mess… until I’d walked into the neon-lighted building and my mouth fell open.I’d thought the hexagon shaped exterior of the building was impressive but I was in no way prepared for the interior. Massive disco balls hung from a dome shaped ceiling, adding sparkle effects to the equally massive space. There were uniquely formed booths everywhere but they were designed in such a way that gave a lot of dancing space for the lit club goers. Or maybe that was just because the place was huge.The place had a Garden of Eden theme to it, with huge, wild pot plants and glowy wat

Last Updated : 2026-05-07

Tattletale Cont.

Cellie’s povNino went from pissed at my many minutes of bathroom break to concerned at the crumpled look I knew I had. I ignored him, even when he asked me what the problem was, my legs practiCellie wheeling back to the party.I didn’t want to speak to anyone, much less him. He was a man, a made man for that matter, he’d never understand what I felt at the moment. He would never empathize with the messy, heartbreaking feeling the encounter with Valentina had left me with. Men like him didn’t do feelings and knowing this fact was what cracked at my ribcage and compressed my heart.Made men didn’t do feelings but Demetrio did with Valentina. I felt sick, which was a bad thing because I was heading farther away from the bathroom.“Did something happen?” Nino asked again as he kept up with my fast pace, trailing closely behind me.Groaning inwardly, I said through clenched teeth. “No, Nino. Stop asking.” I wasn’t about to let him know that I’d just gotten gagged by Valentina. I’d rather

Last Updated : 2026-05-07

Deal breaker

Demetrio’s povThere were different grades to the meetings of two or more made men. The lowest was for harmless negotiation, and right above it was for long term alliances or bonds. These were the two positive reasons made men gathered together, at least positive on their own ends. Benefits like profit, connections, security and peace were guaranteed more than half the time and the parties involved didn’t need to worry about a crossfire happening out of the blue.Not always anyway. With made men, there was no telling. Anything could go wrong in the blink of an eye.However, my meeting with Aidan McKell was far from these lowest grades. The grade was far above the bottom layer, surpassing the positive scale. I was not meeting the Irish boss for a friendly chat about business propositions or profitable unions.I wasn’t meeting him to bear good news. No, I was here to disappoint him, to shake the alliance we had. This grade bordered on the dangerous scale, the scale of disagreements not

Last Updated : 2026-05-08

Spoiled Plans

Demetrio’s povAll plans to have lunch with Cellie and maybe a good fuck time blew to the wind the moment my father texted a cryptic singular sentence.Come to the mansion.Well, that was fast. It was fascinating how quickly words traveled. I hadn’t even gotten home from The Orion but the news had somehow reached the old don.Something dark filled me. It looked like the Irish boss was more hurt than I thought.“Take me to the mansion.” I instructed the driver, spending the rest of the drive preparing myself for the nagging I was sure to get.I really wasn’t in the mood.The great double doors of my father’s mansion opened to the foreboding expression of Antonio. I recognized the look, it was one he always had whenever I got into trouble and was about to get whooped by my father. It was so very familiar that it made me viscerally remember the emotions that went through me in those situations.Fear, dread and alarm.I chuckled within my chest as I reminisced the childhood dilemmas.“The

Last Updated : 2026-05-09

Act like a don

Cellie’s povSeeing Demetrio in his element might just be the hottest thing ever. The man was a freaking sex god even when he was doing non sexual related things.Like sitting in a business meeting, listening solemnly to whatever Dominic was saying.I reached for my cup of coffee on the center table of Demetrio’s second living room. Coffee that was still very much full even after fixing it ten minutes ago. I pretended to read the thriller novel in my hand, all the while stealing furtive glances out the window at the meeting happening on the terrace below. The window provided ample coverage that allowed me to ogle to my fill.Santino was the one talking now but I barely registered it, my focus on my stepbrother turned passionate lover and soon to be heartbreaker. Demetrio leaned forward on the table, propping an elbow on his armrest, making his thick biceps bunch effortlessly under his dark blue beach shirt. His index finger curled over his lips, his expression serious and thoughtful.

Last Updated : 2026-05-09

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