All Chapters of Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Cellie’s povWe stared at each other, the silence stretched and loud and crammed the car, making it infinitely smaller. I couldn’t even bring myself to blink, every muscle and bone in my body was frozen in time.“I love you, bambina.” Demetrio said again.Shut the front door.My body functions resumed chaotiCellie like a gear that had been inactive for years, my heart pumping wildly and my lungs full of air.I began to shake my head. “No, that’s- that’s not right. Made men don’t fall in love. You said it yourself; only duty matters in your world.”Demetrio’s thumb was caressing my jawline. “Apparently I was wrong.” He said, his tone as gentle as his touch. “Which is humbling because I’m never wrong”I didn’t laugh at the obvious joke, I was not in the mood for jokes. I didn’t even know what I was feeling at the moment. My head was clogged with swirling thoughts, my heart squeezing with fear and expanding with joy.It was a mess.This was something I’d dreamed of since the moment I rea

Weak spot

Demetrio’s povFor the first time in my life I wasn’t looking forward to breaking bones and inflicting other forms of pain. The act used to be my very own therapy session and I relished in the tortured cries of men that had made the single mistake of pissing me off. But as I walked down to the basement, to carry out a long overdue judgment, I felt less anticipation and enthusiasm. My mind was elsewhere, my body wanted to be where my mind was. But I couldn’t indulge the need and it pissed me the fuck off.Cellie should be at work for her afternoon shift by now and as much as I wanted to come up with an excuse to seek her at Rico’s, I had a million things to do. Things I’d ignored over the past week because I’d been too busy spending time with her.We basiCellie acted like we were newly weds on their honeymoon. And in a way, we were. Our relationship had begun on a fresh slate, there were still things that needed to be addressed, things that were yet to be unearthed but we were doing mu

Warning signs

Cellie’s pov“What’s the secret?” Diana asked as we settled in the room Demetrio had renovated into a mini staff lounge. A project he admitted he was only propelled to do after noticing I and Diana sat on upside down crates in the supply room during our lunch break.“What secret?” I asked, watching as Diana bit into the homemade churros I’d made this morning after breakfast with Demetrio. Even though he had practiCellie walked me all through the process.I’d been learning how to cook from him and so far, it’s been an uneventful journey and that’s only because we usually forget the cooking and jump each other halfway.I’d tried to be serious one time and put my foot down by confessing that I felt bad that he and Salma, his part time cook, did all the cooking while I just lazed around the house like a bum.His response was, “You feed me just fine, bambina.” And I hadn’t missed the way his eyes had roved up and down my body.I’d moved in for a kiss and the rest was history.That was how

Weak link

Double povCellieFear splintered through my veins as I unconsciously got up from the bed. My mind was foggy and confused. “Demetrio, what is it?”Demetrio dragged me to him, deftly fixing my halter in a matter of seconds then dropped to pick up my discarded panties. He doesn’t answer my question.I could hear noises traveling through the slightly open door of the soundproof room. Noise that sounded nothing like pleasure.“Demetrio?” I prodded, staring down at him as he hooked my legs into the thong and wrenched it up. “What the hell is going on?”Demetrio spared me an irritated look of impatience. A darkness brewing in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him like this since the shootout at Georgiana’s wedding. It worried the fuck out of me.He shot to his feet, gripped my shoulders and steered me out of the room. Dominic was waiting outside with a few other men, all of them having the same dark expression Demetrio had and they were all armed.Something cold and unsettling washed over me.Shouts

Dead or Alive

Cellie’s povIt’s been three hours. One hundred and eighty minutes of waiting for a safe Demetrio to show up and ease me out of my state of anxiety.I paced Demetrio’s large living room, taking laps around the room. I gnawed at my cuticles, I stayed counting. The smart TV droned somewhere behind the ticking of numbers in my head.For three fucking hours, this was all I’ve been doing.I was losing my fucking mind.“We have to call him.” I whirled around to a tired Nino. Sergio had taken the other guys to keep watch in other areas.Nino puffed a heavy breath. “For the sixth time, no. He’s obviously going to be too busy to pick up.”His words would have gone completely ignored by me if it wasn’t his phone I’d been begging to use. I’d forgotten mine back at the whorehouse, Demetrio had somehow evicted it from my pocket during our desperate scramble to get him inside me. All of that, yet we hadn’t gotten what we wanted.And now I didn’t even know if he was alive or not. I gulped down a lum

Anyone But You

Demetrio’s povMake a sound in the east, then strike in the west.While I’d wrongly predicted what west Alexei Mikhalov was referring to, the bastard had done exactly what he’d so subtly hinted at. Faking a bomb in my bar and keeping me occupied with stressing about Cellie while he killed off my business partner and blew off his factory containing billions worth of drugs.A factory that’d just been newly repaired after the fire attack it suffered in the same hands of Alexei fucking Mikhalov.“This is one fucking mess.” Dominic commented near me. He was probably still glowering at the TV like it was the pakhan himself.He was right though, it was indeed a fucking mess. I’d just lost a valued dealer and part of my cargo had been torched up, again.But a huge part of me was relieved that it was Fernando Cruz and not Cellie. I felt sorry for his innocent family but not sorry enough to be sad that it had been them instead.I remembered how I’d felt when I was been certain the Russian basta

Obsession

Cellie’s povThe following week went in a blur. No bomb scare, no reports of mangled bodies… the whole toxic mafia rivalry shebang. Life was back to normal, for now that is.Brushing my hair at my vanity mirror, I watched my reflection. I looked… fine. I no longer had dark circles from the stress of worrying and my chapped lips were back to being moisturized. I side eyed Demetrio’s distant reflection in the mirror as he got dressed. He, too, was losing the haunted look that day had left him with.We were back to our ordinary lives. The only difference now was that Rico’s has been temporarily closed. And I’d sweet talked–or in this case, sweet fucked–Demetrio into setting up Diana and the rest of the waitresses that didn’t flee for the hills, in his other establishments. The fairly legal ones of course.Diana now works as a waitress in Salato’s and she was in love with the place. Even has a little thing going on for the sous chef.The whole point was, things had gone back to its oriGeo

Dinner Tryst

Cellie’s povLa Perle Noire was the type of restaurant you could only dream of visiting. Most people live their entire life not knowing what it’s like to see the inside of the Victorian style building.But here I was, sitting in a limo parked right in front of the magnificent place. My head spun to Demetrio. “Are we really going to have dinner here?”His smile was warm and amused. “Yes, bambina.”“Oh my God!” I gasped aloud, whirling back to the window.Demetrio got out and opened my side of the door. I took his proffered hand and stepped out onto the pebbled stoned path excitedly, suppressing the squeal in my throat.The opulent double doors with gold engravings opened up the second we got to it and my jaw dropped as we stepped onto the blood red carpeting.The place was a literal castle– the cream and gold wall paneling were adorned with endless rows of Renaissance paintings that somehow didn’t end up looking garish.Two glimmering giant chandeliers hung from a mediumly high ceiling

Delusions

Cellie’s povI should be highly concerned. He’d sniffed my panties right in this restaurant where everyone could see us. I should be scared that someone had indeed seen him do that but I wasn’t.It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and it was taking all of me not to reach across the table, jump into his lap and beg him to fuck me.Mouth gaping open, I watched him tuck away the underwear in his jacket, completely put in trance of desire.I didn’t move when he signaled for the waiter nor did I move when he squeezed a couple Benjamins into his hands and told him something I didn’t catch on. I didn’t move when the waiter disappeared briefly then reappeared and whispered something to Demetrio. The only muscles moving were the ones between my legs, my thighs were in a permanent flex, the flesh pulsing wetly at their juncture. Begging for him to thrust his cck between them and pound me until I’m screaming and bucking and his cum is leaking out of-“Cellie,” Demetrio said firmly, bringing

Omelets and sunshine

Demetrio’s povCellie was silent all through our ride back to the penthouse, a stark contrast from the mood she had on the way to the restaurant. I suspected her shift in emotions has something to do with Valentina and whatever the fuck she said to her when I was away but Cellie insisted she was fine whenever I asked what was wrong.She was doing that thing where she shut me out and retreated into her head and I hated it.I reached for her hand on the car seat, hoping for her bright smile but all I got was a wobbly curve of her lips.“Cellie.”“I’m fine, Demetrio. I promise.”“No you’re not. What did she say to you?”“Nothing I’m not used to.”“You can tell me, is there something she said to hurt you?”“Really, it’s nothing.”“You know better than to believe whatever she says right?”She regarded me and it was one of those rare moments I couldn’t read her. “Of course.” She said but I didn’t find the two words convincing.When we got back to the penthouse, I whipped us both a quick sna

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