All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LUKE'S POV I woke up feeling my eyelids heavy, plastered from exhaustion.A slight husky groan escaped from my lips while I half-opened my eyes, feeling the dawn light filtering in little by little.I didn't even realize at what exact moment of the early morning I had fallen deeply asleep.However, when I tried to move my legs to get up from the mattress, I felt a suffocating pressure directly over my torso.My eyes opened completely all at once.I turned my head millimeter by millimeter toward the right and felt my chest was going to explode in that very same second.There, just a centimeter from my neck, was Frederick."Shit," I cursed in my mind, with my pulse skyrocketing to thousands.It was his enormous and tattooed arm that was completely circling my torso, imprisoning me against the sheets.My heart was going to stop as soon as I processed the scene.I had fallen asleep with Frederick!I lowered my gaze slightly, realizing that both of us were completely naked beneath the mes

FREDERICK'S POV Luke's words truly ignited me.I had my eyes fixed on his swollen lips, feeling the heat of his breath crash against my jaw. Luke was entirely goddamn right. However, I was not accustomed to anyone taking control away from me. On the contrary, everything that came out of my mouth was an irrevocable order, which my men obeyed without blinking.But now, upon hearing his defiant hiss claiming his status as a husband in front of the guards, I remained in complete silence. I released him slowly, sliding my fingers across the fabric of his shirt before pulling away. I looked toward the immense wooden table, packed with half-finished silver plates, and furrowed my brow with pure internal frustration.Shit. I had been a complete idiot.I walked toward the table, ignoring the fixity of Luke's gaze, and sat straight at the head. I took a silver fork, sweeping the breakfast disaster with my sight."You are a goddamn moron, Frederick," Luke retorted to me from the center of th

I swallowed, trying to process Frederick’s goddamn plans, but all my sanity went straight to the piece of shit in a second. I was completely hypnotized, observing Frederick’s enormous dick that was bobbing scant centimeters from me.He didn't say anything else. He kept his eyes fixed on me while he began to take slow steps over the mattress, bringing his knees onto the bed with a parsimony that turned my blood cold.Frederick stretched out his hands, placed them over my unprotected legs, and began to stroke the inner part of my thighs."I have fucked innumerable girls, mouse..." he told me in a low hiss.I made a grimace of annoyance, clenching my teeth, thinking that Frederick would begin again with his usual speeches about the cunts he fucked. But before I could articulate a goddamn word of complaint, he continued, shortening the distance."And in all this time I learned that there are always new ways to make it more fun, Luke. Ways that you still do not know."I arched an eyebrow,

Frederick stood up from the sofa in a single firm step, fixing his dilated pupils directly on Darla's pale face."Listen to me well, Darla: first of all, dear little mother-in-law, the money in these accounts belongs solely and exclusively to the blood clan of the Bayrons," he hissed in her face. "And you... you are nothing more than a decorative intruder in this house. You are not a Bayron under any agreement."Darla felt goddamn offended in the act upon hearing such contempt. Her rigid fingers began to tremble over the fabric of her skirt."What the fuck are you saying, Frederick?!" she reclaimed to him, the tears of wounded pride welling up in her eyelashes. "I... I married your father before the city laws! I have lived under this gothic roof for years and I am like your own mother! I deserve respect!"."Frederick, she is your mother!" Richard insinuated.Frederick delivered a heavy blow with his right fist onto the table next to him, making the glass paperweights jump."SHUT YOUR

LUKE'S POVI woke up all at once, stretching out my hands toward the opposite side of the mattress out of pure instinct.However, the space was completely empty. I made a grimace of annoyance, sat up on the messy sheets, and turned on the nightstand lamp with a single slap.I turned my gaze across the entire suite and saw no one; even the blankets on that flank seemed subtly stretched out.I arched an eyebrow, with frustration puncturing my skeleton, and got up from the mattress."Frederick?!" I called out loud, walking straight toward the bathroom.Empty.I cursed in silence, put on dark denim pants, and, without bothering to search for a shirt, went down barefoot to the great living room on the first floor.One of the young maids was passing the duster over the chandeliers. Upon noticing my misaligned presence, she stopped dead in her tracks, lowering her head."Mr. Luke, good morning," she greeted me. "Right away I will serve you breakfast in the dining room. The chocolate is alre