Semua Bab Desired By My StepDad and His Son: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The living room was bathed in the amber glow of several dozen candles, the scent of sandalwood and beeswax filling the air. The oversized velvet sofa had been pushed back, leaving a wide expanse of polished concrete and a plush faux-fur rug in the center of the room.Marcus sat in a leather armchair in the corner, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He was silent, his gaze fixed on Julian and Sasha, who stood in the center of the rug."Remember the rules," Elena whispered, stepping out from the shadows. She was wearing a sheer black robe that left nothing to the imagination. She walked around them like a predator, her heels clicking softly on the floor. "I'm the architect. You do exactly what I say."Julian nodded, his breath hitching. "Yes, El."Sasha looked at Marcus, who gave her a slow, encouraging nod. She turned back to Elena, her chest heaving."First," Elena commanded, her voice a velvety whip. "Julian, I want you to kiss her. But don't use your lips. I want you to use your tongue

Julian’s hand slid lower, the heat of his palm searing through the remaining silk of my dress. He didn't just touch me; he claimed me, his fingers hooking into the lace of my panties and tugging them aside. "You're already soaking," he groaned, his voice a rough edge of desire. "How long have you been thinking about this, Fiona?""Since I was sixteen," I whimpered, my hips arching instinctively toward him. "Every time you came over... every time you smiled at me... *mmm*, Julian, please.""Sixteen," he repeated, a dark laugh vibrating in his chest. "God, I'm a monster. I'm a complete monster for wanting you this badly.""You're not a monster," I gasped. "You're just mine."He let out a sharp exhale and slid two fingers deep inside me in one fluid motion. I let out a loud, piercing scream that echoed through the penthouse."Ah! *Oh god!*""Shh," he whispered, though his eyes were wide and hungry. "Do you want the neighbors to hear you? Do you want Leo to come back and find us like thi

The next few days were a torture of anticipation. Julian and I didn't speak much when Leo was around, but the air between us was thick, almost tangible. We developed a secret language—a lingering look, a touch of the shoulder, the way he would say my name just a little too slowly.I couldn't focus on my college coursework. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him. I felt the way he had filled me, the way his fingers had stretched me, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.Friday arrived with a storm that mirrored the turbulence in my chest. The gala was a lavish affair, held in a mirrored ballroom that looked like something out of a dream. I wore the champagne silk dress, the one that clung to every curve and left very little to the imagination. I had spent an hour on my makeup, making my lips look plump and inviting, my eyes smoky and hungry.When I walked into the room, I saw him. Julian was in a black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful,

While I waited for him to finish in the shower, I leaned against the wall, listening to the muffled sound of the water. My mind was racing. I knew the risks. Leo was protective—obsessively so. If he found out his best friend had been fucking his sister, he wouldn't just be angry; he'd be devastated. But the thought of the secret, the shared hidden glances and the stolen touches, only made the heat in my belly flare up again.When Julian finally stepped out, steam billowing around him, he was wearing only a pair of gray lounge pants. His skin was flushed, droplets of water clinging to the hair on his chest. He looked at me, and I saw that hunger return, a dark, simmering fire."Your turn," he said, his voice a low rumble.I didn't move. I just looked at him, letting my gaze wander slowly down his body. "I think I forgot how to walk," I murmured.Julian groaned, stepping toward me and pinning me against the wall. "Don't do that. Don't tempt me, Fiona. We really don't have time.""Maybe

The confrontation happened two days later. We invited Leo over to the penthouse for dinner, the air thick with a tension that Leo finally noticed."Okay, what is going on with you two?" Leo asked, setting his drink down on the coffee table. "You've been acting weird for a week. Did you guys get into a fight? Did Julian say something stupid?"Julian looked at me, and I nodded. He took a deep breath and stood up."Leo, I have something to tell you. And you're probably going to want to punch me in the face."Leo frowned, his expression turning guarded. "What is it?""I'm in love with Fiona," Julian said, his voice steady. "And we've been... we've been seeing each other."The silence that followed was deafening. Leo's face went through a kaleidoscope of emotions—confusion, disbelief, and then, a sudden, blinding rage."You what?" Leo whispered, his voice trembling."Leo, please listen—""Listen to what?! You've been fucking my sister?! My baby sister?!" Leo screamed, slamming his hand onto