Semua Bab Off-limits: My One-Night Stepbrother : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Kian’s POVShe kissed me deep. Tangled, messy, desperate. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting, biting. She took over, one hand fisting in my hair, the other on my waist, pulling me tight against her as she kissed me harder, deeper, like she needed to remind me I was hers. She moaned into her mouth. My body was already aching for more.She broke the kiss, smiling at me, breathless. She lifted up and took off the big shirt she wore, letting it fall somewhere on the floor. She was naked underneath. My eyes darkened as I looked at her. She adjusted, reaching down to pull my trousers down to mid-thigh, freeing my cock. She slid down slowly, taking me inside her inch by inch. I groaned in pleasure, head falling back a little as she sank onto me.She started moving. Taking her time. Slow, punishing rhythm. Rolling her hips, lifting up until only my tip was inside her, then sinking back down, feeling every thick inch stretch her. Her hands w

Kian’s POVAfter managing to sort out taking down every single post about the rubbish, I went home. I honestly didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to go to Scarlett’s to see her, hold her in my arms, but Scarlett told me not to — to wait a little longer until she calmed down and came back home. And then Dad wouldn’t stop calling.When I got home, I expected him to shout, to lose it completely. But all he was was disappointed. Shocked. After blaming me for a while, he just looked worried and went mute. The house felt heavy. Everyone was restless, waiting for Ariana.She arrived around past one in the morning. Looking tired, wrecked, broken.“Ariana,” Mum and Dad chorused immediately when they saw her.She looked at them, fresh tears running down her eyes.“Hey,” I said, walking closer.But she stepped back. Then turned the other way and ran toward the stairs. I wanted to follow her.“Wait,” Mum said. “Give her time.”I stopped in the hallway, staring at the empty stairs. My chest fel

Ariana's POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes again was how quiet everything was.The steady beeping of the monitor filled the room while the drip beside my bed continued its slow rhythm.Mum was sitting beside me, holding my hand. Dad and Serena were standing a little further away, all three of them looking worried as hell. The moment they realized I was awake, relief washed over their faces."How are you doing, sweetie?" Mum asked softly, squeezing my hand."I'm fine," I answered weakly, though my throat was dry and my voice barely came out.Dad stepped closer."Are you sure? Is anything hurting? Do you feel dizzy?"I gave a small shake of my head. "I'm okay.” Though it was a lie. Nothing about me felt okay.Serena picked up the cup from the bedside table. "Do you want some water?"I nodded. She carefully helped me sit up before handing me the cup. I took a few slow sips, then leaned back against the pillows.Without meaning to, my eyes searched the room.The window.

Ariana’s Pov “Ariana” I heard that familiar voice call my name softly and I didn't need to turn around to know it was him.My heart sank for a second before I slowly faced him."Kian." His name left my lips much softer than I'd intended.He let out a small laugh that held no amusement. It was bitter, empty."So..." he said, nodding to himself. "You were really going to leave without telling me.""Kian, I...""You what?"His voice didn't rise immediately. It stayed controlled, almost painfully calm, but I could hear everything beneath it. The anger. The hurt. The disbelief."All this time I was giving you space, Ariana."He took another step closer, his hands flexing by his sides."I knew I caused this but I thought if I gave you enough time we'd eventually sit down and talk. I was waiting for you to scream at me if that's what you needed. I was waiting for you to tell me how much how confused and frustrated you were... hell cause I am."His jaw tightened."But instead..." he laughed

Ariana's pov THREE YEARS LATER "I'm home," he called as the front door opened. A smile spread across my face before I could stop it. "Heyyyyy!" I pushed myself off the couch just as he walked into the living room, a paper bag dangling from one hand. He smirked. "Did you miss me?" I narrowed my eyes at the bag. "It depends." He raised a brow. "Is what's in that bag chips?" I asked. His grin widened. "It definitely is." "Then yes, I missed you." I walked over, stood on my toes to press a quick kiss against his cheek, then reached straight for the bag. I had become completely obsessed with these chips over the past few months, and at this point, neither of us even pretended otherwise. He opened his mouth dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. "Wow." "What?" "You missed the chips, not me." I popped one into my mouth before shrugging. "Okay... maybe I missed the chips first." He gave me a look. "But I missed you too." "Much better." He laughed, taking a step