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All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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FREDERICK’S POVLuke’s mouth felt goddamn good around my dick.I cursed myself internally once, twice, a hundred times while clenching my teeth with a force that made my jaw crack. I didn't want to enjoy it. I wanted to push him away with a slap, but as soon as I felt my balls begin to tighten in a violent spasm, all my fucking resistance went to hell.I buried my fingers into his short, wet hair with all my might, trapping the nape of his neck to dictate the rhythm."Move, Luke," I hissed, forcing him to sink deeper. "Fuck, move once and for all."I couldn't even close my eyes to evade reality and imagine a woman in that position. I knew perfectly well that it was Luke who was on his knees. I observed every movement of his lips, the way his cheeks hollowed against the shaft of my dick. Everything was a goddamn hell and a paradise at the same time.The groans began to escape my mouth without me being able to contain them."Do you like being in control, you bastard?" I managed to murmu

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"You are going to listen to me very well, Luke..." I hissed family millimeters from his face. "You are not going to look at that starving wretch again! Understood?!"."I look at whoever I feel like looking at!" he retorted, digging his nails into my trapped wrists. "I like him! And you don't know how much I desire to feel his dick in…"."You lie!" I shouted at him, pressing my knee with more force against his crotch, feeling how his erect dick clashed against my pants. "You're hard for me right now, Luke! Your body doesn't lie even if your goddamn mouth tries to!"."Do you think I care what you believe...?" he whispered, while trying to turn his head to dodge my breath. "You are just a goddamn sick man who only knows how to use force because he doesn't have the balls to admit he wants to fuck me right now.""Fuck you?" I let out a dry, rough chuckle. "You are nothing more than a goddamn asset, Luke. You are so insignificant that you couldn't take my phallus."Luke laughed out loud. I

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The wood crashed against the wall and Riley's rapid footsteps entered the room."What the shit are you doing in the dark, Luke?!" Riley's voice resonated, stopping a few paces from the bed. "Where the hell is Frederick? His car is still parked."I remained completely motionless in the suffocating penumbra beneath the blanket, holding my breath until my lungs burned. But right there, when trying to arrange my head so as not to make the slightest noise under the blanket, I realized that my face had been caught in the most goddamn uncomfortable position: my lips were only a couple of millimeters from Luke's rigid and burning dick, feeling the pulse brush the tip of my nose.Luke sat up subtly on his elbows, the fabric of the blanket tensing over my back, completely hiding my immense body between his rigid thighs."I told you he left, Riley!" Luke snapped at her. "He burst in here shouting because he thought Logan had drugged me with the pill you gave me! They had an argument in the cabi

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THIRD PERSON POV As soon as Luke heard Riley’s footsteps fading down the hallway, the last barrier of containment broke.Without hesitating for a single second, he extended his right hand and buried it hard into Frederick’s hair, trapping the nape of his neck to move his head to his goddamn liking.Luke hissed like a devil between his teeth, letting out muffled groans that filled the suite.He lowered his gaze over his own torso and saw the immense silhouette of his stepbrother. He couldn't believe it. Absolutely real.However, when Luke felt a heaviness accumulate in his balls, indicating that he was about to finish, Frederick reacted with speed.He used his strength to wrench himself from the grip of his fingers and pulled his dick out of his mouth in a single sharp tug, interrupting the climax in mid-air.Frederick sat up on his knees in the middle of the mattress, passing the back of his hand over his lips to wipe away a trail of saliva and pre-ejaculation. With a dry laugh, he t

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Meanwhile, about eight hours earlier, miles away from the villa and in a completely forgotten sector of the city was Rusty Bayron.The second heir was sunk in the darkest corner of a bar recognized throughout the city for its political clientele. Rusty had his black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his hair messy and sticky from the sweat of drunkenness, and his gaze completely lost.He dragged his fingers across the sticky surface of the bar's wood, pushing a thick glass cup that now contained only melted ice."Hey, you. Pour me another drink, moron," Rusty ordered. "And make it the expensive cognac. Don't come to me with your cheap garbage today."The bartender, a man with broad shoulders and a face lined with scars that denoted too many years dealing with the political scum of the port, took the glass without looking at him directly."This is the fifth one you've ordered in the last hour, Mr. Bayron," the bartender said, passing a dirty rag over the wood. "You should find a

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"Mr. Bayron! React, damn it!" Marcus shouted at him once more, shaking him by the shoulders with a force that made his teeth chatter.Rusty finally came out of his mental trance, blinking heavily to focus on the pale face of his chief of security. He looked at him with a mixture of drunkenness and a cynical mockery that deformed his features."What is wrong with you, Marcus?!" Rusty dragged his words, wiping his soiled face with the sleeve of his shirt. "Stop screaming like a fucking nun. I was just... playing."Marcus looked Rusty in the eyes, and then at the disaster in front of him and sighed."We have to get out of here as soon as possible, sir!" the bodyguard urged him. "The establishment's silent alarm was activated. The police are on the way! We have to get you out of the city right now!".Rusty looked at him with a clumsy smile, his body swaying as he released himself from the grip with a careless movement."Get out of here?!" Rusty mocked, letting out a shrill laugh. "Why the

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FREDERICK’S POV(Right when Rusty was murdering the bartender)I was in the perfect position to prove to Luke once and for all who the fuck his owner was. My knee pressed into the mattress, sinking right between his bare thighs, while my eyes devoured every centimeter of his skin.I had him cornered just the way I wanted him.But right when I was about to stretch my right hand toward his crotch to take his hard dick and begin my exploit, a shrill sound ripped through the room's air. *BZZZ... BZZZ... BZZZ…*My cell phone began to ring insistently inside the pocket of my dress pants, thrown on the floor."Ignore it," I hissed, fixing my ice gaze on his damp lips. "That goddamn call is not going to stop what I'm about to do to you on this bed, little bird.""It could be Richard, Frederick," Luke provoked, forcing a cynical smile despite the trembling of his ribs. "Your beloved father doesn't usually call at these hours unless the docks business is sinking. You should answer."The goddam

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I didn't care at all about what Rusty had done, nor even if Luke refused my masturbations or if he tried to stop me.I plunged my tongue with force inside his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his saliva without asking permission.I expected a retort, an annoyed push of his hands against my chest, but contrary to everything my mind expected, Luke let out a muffled gasp against my lips and began to move his own hips to the rhythmic beat of my fingers on his dick.That simple and treacherous action of his flesh caused me to finish going completely crazy in the middle of the quilt.My movements became much more savage. My kisses turned rough, devouring his mouth while my own dick rubbed over and over against the inner part of his bare leg.I was a goddamn beast ready to enjoy its prey in the middle of the chaos.I pulled away a millimeter from his mouth, biting his lower lip with enough force to make him let out a muffled groan of lewd pain."Do you have condoms, Luke?" I hissed in his ear

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LUKE'S POV Frederick’s words remained floating in the air, repeating in my head over and over again:"I don't like men, Luke... only you."I felt the entire universe grind to a halt. Never, even in my worst delusions, did I imagine that this man who threatened me with a Glock was capable of confessing such a raw obsession. I tried to say something, to open my mouth to let out an acidic retort, but right in that precise millisecond, the phone he had tossed onto the sofa rang again.*BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!*Frederick let out a harsh curse between his teeth, got up from the mattress with a swift movement, and picked up the device."Marcus! It better be that the city is burning down!" Frederick snapped, striding toward the bathroom.He closed the door halfway, leaving a small crack through which the murmur of his furious voice began to filter.I was left alone in the middle of the messy mattress, listening to the murmur of his voice arguing on the other side of the glass. I took advantage o

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Frederick stopped, looked at me with an expression where fury was tinged with absolute contempt, and walked toward me."A farce?!" he let out a dry laugh. "Do you truly believe I would waste my time staging a public murder just to remove you from the arms of that starving wretch?! Look at it yourself."Immediately, he elevated his phone, typed on the screen with fury for two seconds, and slammed it directly against my chest, forcing me to take the device.I took the phone with trembling hands and slid my finger across the screen. Shit. My eyes ran over the pixelated images with an absolute stupor. Yes, it was a piece of breaking news on the central portal of the police. Scarcely an hour ago they had published the photographs of Rusty being dragged into the back of a patrol car, with his shirt stained with a thick red and his face distorted by drunkenness. I went down toward the section of public forums and read the comments that were accumulating by the hundreds, a wave of social

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