Todos os capítulos de A Forbidden Kin: A Stepbrother Compilation: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

THE BREAKING POINTThe next three weeks were hell, because Matteo made sure of it. He piled up work on my desk until I couldn't see the surface, made me stay late every single night, and always criticising everything I did. Saying my formatting was wrong and my typing was too slow. He was literally everywhere, his voice, his scent, and his cold, mocking eyes that followed me across the room.And I hated him for that, hated the way my heart raced when he walked past my desk, the way my skin burned when his hand accidentally brushed mine, and the way I dreamt about him at night. I hated him.And the worst part is that he knew, he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he enjoyed it."You're late," he said, not looking up from his computer.I glanced at the clock: 8:02 AM, two minutes late."The elevator was slow—""I don't care." His eyes met mine, Unreadable and cold. "You are late, and do not let it happen a

THE CONFESSION The elevator doors opened.Matteo and I froze. We were still tangled together, still inside each other, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hands were still gripping my hips.And standing in the doorway was our father.His face went pale immediately after he saw us."What the hell is this?" he roared.Matteo pulled out of me and set me down. I scrambled to cover myself, my dress was bunched around my waist, and my panties were somewhere on the floor.Matteo stepped in front of me, protecting me."Dad," he said calmly. "This isn't what it looks like.""It looks like you're fucking your stepsister!"Matteo didn't flinch. "Because I'm in love with her."The words hit me like a thunderbolt and I stared at the back of his head. He said it, he actually said it.Our father turned to me, his eyes were wild. "Is this true?"I should have lied, or I s

THE TRUTHThe next morning was a blur.I woke up in my own bed, alone, staring at the ceiling. My body still ached from last night, my lips were still swollen, my skin still burned where his hands had been, and I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my thighs, my hips, and my neck.I hated myself for it, hated him for making me feel this way.My phone buzzed on the nightstand; I grabbed it with a pounding heart.A text from Julian."We need to talk.” But I deleted it without responding.Then another message arrived. "Don't ignore me, Delilah, you can't ignore what happened between us."I typed back: "I can, and I will."I thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong.An hour later, another message. "I'm not giving up on you. I'll wait as long as it takes."I threw my phone across the room, hitting the wall and bouncing onto the carpet."Damn you, Julian," I whisp

THE SEDUCTIONDante pulled back. His breathing was uneven, with his hands still tangled in my hair, holding me like he was afraid I'd disappear."We can't do this," he said."Why not?""Because you're my step-sister.""And since when did that stop you?""Raven—""Five years," I cut him off. "Five years you pushed me away, you made me feel worthless for good five years but I'm not that girl anymore. I know what I want, and what I want you is you.”He stared at me. His jaw was tight and his eyes were conflicted. "You don't mean that.""I do,” I said, as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His hands gripped my hips instinctively. "Tell me you don't want me, Dante, tell me you haven't been dreaming about me, that you didn't think about me every single night, and I'll stop."He said nothing, because he couldn't."See?" I leaned in. My lips brushed his ear. "You can't lie to me, well not

The house was silent, as I crept down the hallway, making sure my bare feet made no sound on the cold wooden floor. The clock on the wall read 2:47 AM. Everyone else was asleep, except me. And him. I stopped outside his door, my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure it would wake the entire house, and my hands were shaking. I told myself to turn around and go back to her room, to pretend I'dnever started this pathetic, obsessive ritual. But I couldn't. I never could. I pushed open the door, and it swung silently on its hinges, thanks to the oil I'd secretly applied weeks ago. The room was dark except for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. And there he was. Dorian, my stepbrother, sleeping peacefully in his bed. I walked closer, each step slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. He was shirtless, and the sheets tangled around his waist. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his muscles flexing slightly in his sleep, and he l