All Chapters of Off-limits: My One-Night Stepbrother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ariana's Pov Nine o'clock slowly came and passed and the mansion was almost guest-free again. Kian never showed. At some point, I stopped pretending not to care. Most of the guests had already left, leaving only a few family friends behind. For the first time all evening, I finally had a chance to sit down with Scarlett and Naomi again. This time Ethan and Caleb were with them too. "Birthday girl," Caleb said as he approached. "Happy birthday, miss," Ethan added with a smile. I laughed. "Thank you, everyone." I dropped into the chair beside Scarlett and let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally. The day is almost over and I'm exhausted." They all laughed. The conversation flowed easily after that. We talked about random things, laughed over old stories and made fun of Naomi whenever Ethan looked at her for longer than two seconds. Eventually, Naomi and Ethan stood to leave. "We should get going." Naomi hugged me tightly. "Happy birthday again." "Thank you." Ethan wished

Ariana's Pov"I'm getting really curious about what's inside those gift boxes," I admitted, my eyes still fixed on them.Kian stood up without saying a word and walked over to the pile. He picked three of the smaller boxes and carried them back to the table, setting them down in front of me. My heart was already beating faster."Start with these," he said quietly.I didn’t hesitate. My fingers flew through the wrapping on the first one. Inside was a designer bag and I was very familiar, I remember it being on display at the airport that day and I had stopped to admire it but moved when I saw the ridiculous price, I couldn't believe he even realized. I turned to look at him, I couldn't stop smiling." How did you know""You stared at it way too long"I smiled. The fact he noticed it and kept it in mind to get one for me was really considerate. It made my heart warm up.The second box was surprisingly light. Curious I unrapped it the paper and froze. It was a photograph of me from the

I lost whatever was left of my sanity the second his tongue dragged through my slick folds in one long, filthy stroke, tasting every drop of my release. He licked me clean with slow, thorough passes, savoring me like I was his favorite meal, then pushed his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it—curling, thrusting, devouring every inch. My hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting and pulling hard as broken, hoarse moans tore from my throat. He growled into my pussy, the deep vibration making my hips jerk violently, and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly fast while two fingers slid back inside me, stretching and filling me again. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through me without mercy. I came on his tongue with a strangled, sobbing cry, thighs shaking violently around his head as fresh waves of slick flooded his mouth. He didn’t stop—kept licking, sucking, owning every twitch, every shudder, every desperate sound until

Ariana's Pov I woke up slowly, the kind of lazy drift where sunlight hits your eyelids first and drags you out of sleep. Warm, golden light spilled across the bed, way brighter than the heavy curtains in my room back at the mansion ever let through. I blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling, and that’s when it hit me—this wasn’t my room. The sheets felt too soft, the pillows too expensive, and the faint scent of cologne and sex still clung to everything. Last night crashed over me all at once. Kian’s hands, his voice low and rough in my ear, the way he’d fucked me like he wanted to leave a mark on my soul. My cheeks burned. I shifted under the covers and felt the deep ache between my legs, a reminder that made my thighs press together instinctively. He wasn’t next to me. The bed was empty on his side, cool like he’d been gone for a while. My stomach dropped. Of course. He probably regretted it. Woke up, realized he’d let some girl get too close, and bailed. I sat up fast

Kian’s POVWe left the penthouse that same morning like nothing had happened. She sat beside me in the car, thighs pressed together, still wearing my shirt under a hoodie I’d thrown over her. Every time she shifted, I caught the little wince — that sweet ache I’d left between her legs. I should’ve felt some guilt. Instead, all I felt was dark satisfaction. She was mine now. Marked. Ruined for anyone else.And I didn’t stay away.That very night I had her again. I slipped into her room after the house went quiet, locked the door, and bent her over her own bed. She was still sore, whimpering my name as I pushed back inside that tight, dripping pussy.“Kian… please,” she gasped, voice muffled by the pillow as the bed bounced under my hard thrusts. Her pussy looked so fucking sweet spread open around my cock, puffy and glistening, sucking me in with every stroke. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles until she came hard, walls fluttering and milking me as she tried