All Chapters of Addicted to my Stepbrother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JULIAN The next morning I woke up early in my old room and started packing on my own. I folded clothes into the suitcase without rushing, trying to keep my mind off the night before and the promise I had made in the car. Mom knocked on the door around nine and poked her head in with a bright smile."Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well? I am so excited about Hawaii. I already booked a beautiful villa with a private pool and ocean view. We leave this evening so make sure you have everything you need for a few days of relaxation."I zipped up a section of the bag and looked over at her. "Morning, Mom. I slept okay. Packing is almost done. The villa sounds nice. What kind of activities are you thinking about once we get there?"She stepped inside and sat on the edge of the bed, watching me fold a shirt. "Beach time for sure. Maybe some snorkeling or a boat tour. Dante suggested a nice dinner one evening too. Nothing too planned, just time to unwind together as a family before sc

ENZOI saw red the second Julian started grinding on that guy. Liam or whatever the fuck his name was. My vision tunneled and something ugly clawed up my chest, hot and possessive. He's mine. No one else touches him like that. No one makes him move his hips that way. The thought hit so hard I had to grip the edge of the table to stop myself from storming over right then. Sophia was still talking beside me, laughing at something I didn't even hear, but all I could see was Julian's body pressed against another man. It made my blood boil.I kept it together until I couldn't. I yanked him off the dance floor into the dark corner, hand around his throat just tight enough to feel his pulse jump. He was pissed but I saw the way his eyes lit up underneath it. Low-key happy I had come for him. We didn't talk much after that. He went back to the table, faked some sickness like I told him to, told his mom the food wasn't sitting right or the jet lag was hitting hard. "We're heading back earl

JULIANI woke up first the next morning, still wrapped around Enzo. His arm lay heavy over my waist, his body warm against my back. The room was quiet, with soft light filtering through the curtains. My muscles ached a little from last night, but it was the kind of ache that made me smile to myself. I shifted slowly and reached back to trace the marks on his skin. There was a faint bite on his shoulder and another spot near his neck where I had grabbed him too hard. A rush of possessiveness hit me. He was my stepbrother, but in that moment he felt like mine. It was new and scary, this pull between us, and I did not want to let it go yet.Enzo stirred behind me. His hips pushed forward and I felt him getting hard against my ass. I pressed back gently, grinding against him in a slow, lazy rhythm. He let out a low sound and tightened his arm around me.“Morning,” I whispered, turning my head so I could see his face.He hummed and buried his nose in my neck. “Morning. You feel too good li

JULIANLater that day I was in my room reading this smutty book on my phone. It was one of those stories where two guys who were supposed to stay away from each other kept finding reasons to get closer. The scenes were pretty intense and I was deep into a chapter when I heard the screaming from downstairs.It sounded bad. Really bad. Loud voices and something that felt like it was about to break. I dropped my phone and rushed out of my room at the same time Enzo came out of his. We both headed downstairs without even looking at each other.When we got to the living room Mom and Dante were standing in the middle of it. Mom’s face was red and wet with tears. She looked like she was right on the edge of completely falling apart. Dante had his hands up like he was trying to calm her down but his voice was raised too.“I can’t keep doing this,” Mom was saying through her tears. “You never have time for me anymore. It’s always another business deal or another trip. I feel like I’m married t

JULIAN I had just come back downstairs again. The house was too quiet now, like the screaming had sucked all the air out of it. I was heading toward the kitchen for water when I heard the tail end of it from the patio. “…But don’t come crying to me when she gets tired of being second place to your fucking calendar.” Enzo’s voice was raw and furious. Then I saw him storm inside, fist clenched. He didn’t even look my way. He just went straight up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door. I stood there frozen for a second, heart pounding. Part of me wanted to go check on him. The other part said to stay the fuck out of it. This was their family shit. Enzo and I weren’t… anything. We were stepbrothers who used to hate each other and now we just fucked when the tension got too high. That was it. I didn’t need to play therapist. I waited a few minutes in the hallway, pacing a little. I even went back to my room and stared at my phone like it had answers. But the image of Enzo’s face wh