All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"Mine... you are completely mine, Luke!" he hissed against my throat, moving his mouth down to viciously bite the skin over my collarbone, sucking the flesh until he left a purple mark that drew a sharp moan from me."Ah... damn it, yes!" I shrieked in the middle of the archive, arching my back against the books. "Open me, Frederick! Do it now!"He clumsily unbuckled my belt, yanking my pants and underwear down in a single swift motion. He stripped off his own clothes with the same murderous haste, freeing his rigid anatomy, trembling with desire and rage.There was no foreplay, no sweet words, nor the slowness of the master suite. The discovery that we were entirely unrelated to Richard's blood unleashed an animal frenzy.Frederick lifted me by my legs, forcing me to wrap my thighs around his waist, and slammed me again against the edge of the mahogany shelving. The books trembled on the upper shelves as our backs impacted the wood.He gripped my buttocks with both hands of iron and

I entered his heat with a deep, slow, devoted thrust that made us both close our eyes. The rhythm became a dance of total surrender, of bodies united without shadows, sealing the destruction of the past with every friction of our sweaty skin."Mine... the customs and your body are only mine," I growled in his ear, thrusting into him forcefully until I emptied myself in his core in a climax that left us breathless over the leather.Around six in the evening, lying in the master suite after the storm of passion, the encrypted phone on the nightstand began to emit a regular ringtone.I picked it up lazily, ignoring the mute button."Frederick Bayron speaking," I said with a hoarse voice."Mr. Bayron... I am calling from the central Civil Registry office in the capital," reported a female clerk's voice on the other end of the line, in a neutral, bureaucratic tone. "We have a last-minute legal notification that requires your immediate attention."I sat up in bed, frowning abruptly."What k

"But they didn't," I reminded him, catching his chin with my fingers to force him to look me in the eyes. "And we're both still here, with our last name unified and customs in our hands."Luke let out a heavy sigh, sliding his hands upward, making his way across my bare chest, tracing the scars on my ribs with a maddening slowness. His fingers stopped right at the edge of the white gauze on my wounded shoulder.He leaned forward. He parted his lips and brushed his tongue against the untouched skin just beneath the stitches, sending a direct electrical shock to the base of my spine that made me arch my back with a muffled moan."What are you doing, Luke...?" I hissed through my teeth, feeling my pulse race."Proving to you who's in charge in this bed, Bayron," he whispered in my ear, direct, sovereign, and full of a searing fire. "Today you're not the mob CEO giving orders at the port. Today you're my prisoner."He didn't give me time to reply. With a firm push to my shoulders, he forc

"You look fucking gorgeous when you surrender, little bird," I provoked him with a hoarse voice, trying to move my wrists under his grip."Shut your mouth and let yourself be possessed, Bayron," he sentenced with an arrogant smile, moving back down my body.He settled between my thighs. He took my member in his warm hand, tracing the shaft slowly, and brought the tip straight to his mouth. He devoured me with a suffocating depth, using his tongue in a wet, steady rhythm that made me lose control of my breathing."Damn it... Luke...!" I roared, arching my hips upward, trying to grab the sheets with my right hand, the only one I could move freely.He stopped before pushing me to the limit, pulling away with his lips shining from my own essence, climbing up my body until he was aligned with my face."Not yet..." he hissed against my mouth, kissing me with a hungry ferocity.He raised himself slightly, stripped off his trousers and underwear with quick movements, and positioned himself at

POV: FrederickThe Titan-01's engine roared with the force of a hurricane packed into a metal can. The five-hundred-ton steel mass advanced, cutting the dock's basin water at full speed, aiming its armored bow straight for the glass windows of the control tower where Darrel and the network operators were still working."Damn it!" I roared, watching the ship break through the final stretch of the channel.I threw myself toward the concrete railing of the dock, untied the boarding hook from the rescue rope the coast guard had left anchored, and swung it with my arms, propelling it with all the strength of my wounded shoulder until I hooked it onto the metal railing of the moving vessel's main deck."Frederick! Don't get on that ship alone!" Luke shouted behind me, running toward me with a face distorted by panic."Stay on land, little bird!" I roared, gripping the cable with both hands, leaping into the void from the concrete dock's edge.The impact of my weight against the air shook th