All Chapters of Addicted to my Stepbrother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JULIANI made it to class somehow, walking like I had just finished a marathon I never signed up for. Every step sent a dull ache through my legs and lower back, but I kept my face neutral and slid into my usual seat near the back. The lecture dragged on with the usual slides and notes, but my mind kept drifting back to last night and this morning. Enzo’s hands on me, the way he had pinned me down, the filthy things he whispered when he thought I was too far gone to remember. I shifted in my seat and tried to focus on the professor, but the secret sat heavy in my chest. No one could know. Especially not Charlotte. She was my friend, the one person who made this whole med school thing feel less like a nightmare, and telling her about Enzo would ruin everything. It had to stay buried, a dirty little secret between the two of us.After class I was packing up my bag when Charlotte appeared at my side, her bag slung over one shoulder and her eyes narrowed in that concerned way she got when

JULIANAfter my mom left that night, I headed straight to the shower. The hot water felt good against my skin, washing away the leftover tension. My mind kept drifting back to the way he had looked at me I got out, dried off, and threw on some comfortable clothes before heading to the kitchen. I was starving, my stomach felt like it was eating itself. I opened the fridge, but there was basically nothing. Just some old takeout containers and a half-empty bottle of water. Great.I grabbed my phone and ordered pizza from the usual spot, adding extra toppings because I deserved it after the day I’d had. The guy on the other end of the line was friendly, asking if I wanted any sides or drinks with it.“Yeah, throw in some garlic bread and a soda,” I said. “And make it quick if you can. I’m starving over here.”“Sure thing, man. Should be there in about twenty minutes.”I hung up and waited in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV without really watching anything. The pizza

JULIAN I was panting, chest heaving, sweat-slicked skin sticking to his as we kissed again—slow, deep, and filthy. Our tongues slid together, swapping spit, and I could still taste myself on his lips from when he had eaten me out. My cock was soft against my stomach, but I could already feel it twitching back to life from the way Enzo’s hands roamed over my body, possessive and hungry.Enzo pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark and wild. “You came so hard from that, baby. Didn’t even need me to touch your cock. You’re so fucking sensitive for me.”I licked my lips, still catching my breath, and reached down between us to wrap my hand around his thick, hard cock. It was leaking against my thigh, hot and heavy. “I want more,” I said, voice hoarse. “I want you inside me. Raw. I don’t need a condom. I want to feel you come in me.”Enzo’s eyes flared with heat, and he groaned low in his throat. “Fuck, Julian. You sure? After everything… you want me to fuck you bare?”

JULIAN Two weeks later, I was finally done with my first full shift in the Emergency Department. I said bye to the nurses and the attending on duty, my voice coming out flat because I was tired as hell. My feet dragged as I walked out of the hospital, and all I wanted was to get home and crash. My body felt heavy from running around for twelve straight hours, and my head was still full of the cases I had seen. My phone rang on the way to the subway. It was my mom. I stared at her name on the screen for a second, then declined the call. I just didn’t have the energy to talk right now. I’d call her back tomorrow when I wasn’t this drained. By the time I got to the penthouse, I headed straight for the shower. The hot water hit my sore muscles and helped a little, but my mind still wouldn’t shut off. I kept replaying the shift in my head—the noise, the quick decisions, the pressure of everything moving so fast in that hospital. I dried off, threw on some sweats, and went to the living

ENZOI spent most of the day at the law school, moving from one advanced seminar to the next. The room was full of final-year students like me, all of us trying to look sharp while the professor went on about post-graduation paths. “Clerkships are still the golden ticket if you want to go the judicial route,” the professor said, pacing in front of the board. “But big firms are also hiring aggressively this year. Any questions on how to position yourselves?”Marcus, sitting two rows ahead, raised his hand. “What about balancing firm interviews with finishing the thesis? Some of us are still deep in research.”The professor nodded. “Prioritize. Finish a solid draft of your thesis first, then block out time for networking. You can’t show up to interviews half-prepared.”Theo leaned over to me during the break and muttered, “Easy for him to say. He’s not the one juggling both.”I kept my face calm and just shrugged. “We’ll figure it out. The thesis is the main thing right now anyway.”La