บททั้งหมดของ My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

He forced my legs apart roughly, fitting himself between my thighs while his lips slammed against mine in a fierce, hungry kiss, dirty with soot and rage. His tongue invaded my mouth ferociously, devouring me with an unbridled rhythm that made me let out a muffled groan against his throat."Damn it... Frederick..." I groaned, tangling my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to press his bare chest against mine.Frederick unbuckled my belt with clumsy fingers, desperate from the stress of the explosion. He yanked my dress pants down along with my underwear, leaving my skin exposed to the chilly air of the office. He rid himself of his own pants in two crude movements, freeing his rigid, thick member, throbbing with the adrenaline of the attack."You're my fucking lifeline in this cave, Luke..." he hissed against my neck, lowering his mouth to bite the skin above my shoulder with a roughness that tore a scream of pure pleasure from me.There were no slow prelimina

Inside, the room was illuminated solely by the blue glow of twelve high-resolution monitors displaying different angles of the property. Darrel was sitting in front of the main console, typing desperately with trembling fingers."Mr. Bayron... Mr. Waid..." the accountant said upon seeing us enter, standing up suddenly. "The booth sensor registered the explosion at three twelve. The gate cameras were destroyed by the thermal wave, but I managed to isolate the three seconds prior to the blast on the secondary camera of the east wall.""Put that recording on the main screen right now, Darrel," I ordered him, locking the door behind us.Darrel pressed three keys. On the fifty-inch screen, the black-and-white video of the alley unfolded. At three ten, a cargo truck bearing the logo of the north port passed by at low speed. An individual dressed in the official uniform of the customs mechanics stepped down from the cab, placed a black package beneath the driveway pavement, and drove away in

We adjusted our clothes slowly. I fixed my dress pants and buttoned my shirt while Frederick put on his belt and ran a hand through his messy hair. Clear-headed after the discharge of passion, both our minds refocused with mathematical coldness on the threat surrounding the property.I walked toward the main desk to gather my laptop and the folder of bylaws that had been scattered across the mahogany.Frederick approached the side window of the security office that looked out into the internal hallway, staring through the shadow-draped glass."Have Darrel organize the staff for tomorrow," Frederick told me, adjusting his suit jacket. "I'm going down to the basement to check the weapons armory with the escort. We want to be ready in case those bastards attempt a second attack during the night.""Darrel should already be in the kitchen with Elena," I answered him, sliding the laptop into my leather briefcase. "I'll go with him to review the night shift guards' contracts."I walked towar

The iron door of the basement hallway shattered from a single frontal impact.Frederick stormed down the hallway like an unleashed beast. He wore a dark tactical vest over his black shirt, holding a silenced pistol in his right hand. Behind his steps, four men from Sigma’s escort deployed in a fan, pointing their assault rifles directly at the chests of Mendoza and the two thugs guarding the corners of the basement."Don't you dare pull that trigger, you piece of trash!" Frederick roared, his deep voice echoing off the brick walls.Mendoza froze, panic crossing his features as he found himself cornered by Sigma’s lead."Take one more step, Bayron, and I kill him!" Mendoza yelled, pressing the revolver harder against Steven’s head.It was going to be a bloodbath. But before Frederick or his men could open fire and destroy the firm’s reputation on campus, the sharp sound of federal police sirens echoed from the rectorate’s outer courtyard.Heavy steps of military boots came rushing down

"She isn't worth a single one of your tears, little bird," I told him firmly, squeezing his thighs with the palms of my hands. "Darla Waid is a leech who used your brother, used my father, and used you to extract money. But her game is over.""I don't understand how I could be such a fool," he ground out, clenching his teeth and looking at me in desperation. "I thought the law could fix everything. I thought signing the donations and clearing the books could protect my family.""You are no fool," I corrected him immediately, raising my voice gently. "You are the most brilliant man who ever set foot in this house. You saved Steven without firing a single shot, put Mendoza in a federal cell with the police, and have the Rotterdam judges eating out of your hand.""But I still have that woman’s blood in my veins, Bayron," he said in an icy hiss, lowering his gaze to my hands. "I’m still the son of the woman who provided the money to blow up your gate."I stood up suddenly, grabbing his ar