บททั้งหมดของ My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

"See you Monday on campus, Attorney Waid," Steven said goodbye, getting into his car. "Don't be late for the grade submission.""I won't be late," Luke assured.The iron gates closed behind the last vehicle. Luke turned around and walked at a slow pace down the ground floor's central hallway, observing the open doors of the east wing. The area that previously housed the communal service dormitories looked completely remodeled: walls painted white, warm lighting, and orderly accounting offices. Elena offered him a nod of her head as he crossed the lobby."All the staff retired to their rooms, Mr. Luke," the woman informed. "Dinner was left ready in the kitchen.""Thank you, Elena. You may rest," he responded to her.Luke walked up the grand stone staircase toward the second floor. The mansion's silence was absolute, dense, loaded with a calm he never imagined experiencing under that roof. He turned into the west wing and pushed the double door of the main suite.The light of the full m

I pushed the double tempered-glass door open. The boardroom was immense, dominated by a ten-meter polished mahogany table and a window with a panoramic view of the port.At the far end of the table, dressed in an impeccable black suit with his shirt unbuttoned at the neck, Frederick remained reclined in his leather armchair. He held a silver pen between his fingers, his face serious, imposing a gelid presence. As soon as he saw me cross the door, his dark eyes drove into mine, loaded with a hungry, possessive fixity that made my skin prickle.On the opposite side of the table were four men in dark suits. The leader of the group, a mature man with gray hair and an arrogant gaze named Hans Weber, adjusted his tie and observed me from top to bottom with a dismissive smile."Well... the young lawyer the press talked so much about finally arrives," Weber said in a condescending tone, without rising from his seat. "We thought Mr. Bayron would attend to this business alone. We didn't know we

"Faster... faster, mouse..." he pleaded in a raspy growl.I accelerated the pace, taking him to the limit of endurance. Frederick let out a guttural groan, squeezing the nape of my neck with a desperate force, and released himself noisily into my mouth, filling me with his hot essence.I swallowed the orgasm without breaking the fixity of my gaze, wiping the corner of my lips with the back of my hand as I stood up in front of him.Frederick looked at me with an almost religious devotion, breathing with agitation, his eyes injected with a pure fascination."You are a demon, Luke Waid," he whispered, taking me by the neck to press me to his lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself in my mouth.We arranged our clothes in a hurry, attempting to recover professional composure while the heat in the room cooled slowly. Frederick adjusted his belt, put on his jacket, and ran his hands through his messy hair. I buttoned my shirt, hiding the mark of his mouth beneath my suit collar.I walked toward

"Varga didn't die at that dock," Luke declared, looking up at me with eyes ablaze with suspense. "That bastard faked his own death with Richard’s help to keep the series B backup files. He’s the anonymous source who handed the documents over to the European prosecutors.""That scum worked for my family for twenty years!" I roared, slamming my fist down so hard on the counter that the wood groaned. "I paid his wife’s pension, I kept his kids housed in the north! And the son of a bitch is alive and selling out the firm to the prosecutors?!""He isn't selling it to the prosecutors to destroy it, Frederick," Luke corrected me, taking the folder and flipping through the back addendums. "Look at the claim clause. If the European prosecutor's office executes the final seizure for series B fraud, the vessels' assets don't go to the state... they automatically revert to the founder of the addendum or his registered proxies.""He wants to keep the ships!" I deduced with a bellow."He wants to k

"Mr. Bayron! It’s an ambush with plastic explosives!" the guard leader shouted from outside. "The perimeter is compromised! Stay inside the armored vehicle!"I pushed open the door of the SUV, lowering one foot to the driveway while keeping my gun aimed toward the shadows of the entrance."Luke, stay in the back seat!" I ordered him without looking."I’m not staying trapped in this car like an easy target, Frederick!" Luke snapped back fiercely, getting out behind me with his briefcase clutched to his chest, pulling a small small-caliber pistol from his coat.The two of us advanced at a fast pace, covered by our men’s rifles, approaching the mansion's iron gates. The fire from the destroyed car illuminated the grand salon of the foyer through the front glass windows.As we crossed the threshold of the entrance gate, the scene waiting for us on the property’s main facade froze the blood in all of us.The white marble wall of the foyer, which hours earlier looked impeccable following th