All Chapters of CLAIM ME, STEP-BROTHER. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zara POVI grabbed onto his suit, and then his neck, while one of his hand pulling my waist closer to his chiseled strong chest. The other hand, which was on my cheek, descended making a small journey down my neck,His lips locked on mine, in an aggressive manner. My legs were open, his knee pressing right between them, my hand went to his belt buckle to play with.“You’re playing with fire, Zara.”“Maybe I want to be burn, daddy.” His eyes flashed and then I’m being yanked, his hands guiding my legs to lock around his waist. My arms naturally moved to rest on his shoulders for balance, as he carried me to the bed. He dropped me onto the bed, my hair splaying out.“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, now.” He said, “I do.” As soon as the word leaves my mouth, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I’m too horny and drunk to resist this hotness personified.I’m practically on fire at point, to care much.And that was all he needs.I’m unprepared when he grabs the backs of my c

Zara’s POV The sharp sound of my phone cut through my sleep, I jerked awake, and sat upright.Headache hit me instantly, very sharp like something had split my skull open from the inside. I groan and press two fingers at each side of my head, squeezing my eyes shut as the room spin slightly as if that would stop the headache.God.My phone kept ringing, I fumbled for it, squinting at the screen through half-open eyes.Mum.I sighed and swiped to answer, clearing my voice to sound awake. “Hi, mom.” I greeted.“Zara!” Her voice came through bright and cheerful, far too energetic for the state I was in. “Did I wake you up?”“No, I was up already.” I lied.“How are you settling in? Italy treating you well?” She laughed softly.“Yeah. It’s… nice. I’m settling in just fine.” I said, leaning my back against the headboard, rubbing my temples.“That’s lovely to hear, darling.” I can hear the relief in her voice. “And Matteo? Is he treating you well?” She asked casually.My stomach tightened j

Zara’s POV I didn’t know how long I sat here, frozen. I couldn’t move, my brain find it hard to process what I have done.How he didn’t react, not even a flicker in his eyes. His expression was completely blank just like when he first walked in, no shock, anger or confusion. Hell! Not even recognition.And next thing, he turned and walked away, again making feel foolish and disposable.I stood there, my fingers tightly curled into my palms, my chest was too tight and too hollow at the same time.My cheeks burns embarrassment first, hot and sharp. Then confusion, I had expected him to react at least half of how I did.Shame, slowly and quietly sinking into my bones. I felt guilty in a way I didn’t how to name. I felt guilty toward Rosa, I had unknowingly had sex with her man.But more guilty towards myself, the fact that I had let myself fall into a stranger’s arms so easily.If I hadn’t gone to that club. If I hadn’t let the mask make me reckless enough to sleep with a stranger….I w

Zara’s POVThe hallway smelled like polished marble and something, expensive, and new.My shoes echoed softly against the floor as I followed the middle-aged woman assigned to take me to my lecture hall.She walked ahead of me with the ease of someone who belonged here, heels clicking in steady rhythm, posture straight, shoulders squared.I, on the other hand, felt like a visitor in someone else’s world.My outfit sat perfectly on my body, tailored, crisp, and surprisingly modest but it wasn’t their kind of perfect. I could feel it in the way a few passing students glanced at me and then looked away too quickly, or worse, looked again.The skirt fell a little below my knees, the blazer buttoned properly instead of hanging open, my shirt neatly tucked in. No rolled hems. No loosened ties. No rebellious flair.I suddenly felt overdressed and underprepared all at once.“They’re about to begin, I’ll advise you go in quickly,” the woman said, stopping in front of a tall wooden door with a

Zara’s POVThe car door opened before I could even change my mind and I just stood there for a brief moment, staring at the black interior like it was a mouth waiting to swallow me whole.Matteo was already inside, seated comfortably, one arm resting against the door, his perfectly tailored suit suddenly catching my attention.Tall, broad shoulders, with a sharp jaw and presence that makes people step back without thinking. And for some damn reason, his eyes hold this coldness that seems to make women lose in them, but totally not me though. And his hair, slightly messy. But tonight it looked a lot different.He didn’t look at me. Didn’t rush me. Didn’t say a word either. That somehow made it worse.I climbed in anyway, smoothing my dress beneath me as the door shut with finality in the air. The car pulled away almost immediately, tires gliding over gravel like this wasn’t the most inconvenient, infuriating situation of my life.Moving to Italy, sleeping with a stranger turns Stepbrot