Todos los capítulos de Owned by My Playboy Stepbrother : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sharp, rhythmic clinking of silver cutlery against bone china sounded less like a polite family dinner and more like a slow, deliberate execution.Kaelen Mercer kept his eyes fixed firmly on the polished mahogany dining table. He watched the light from the crystal chandelier bounce off the gilded rim of his plate, taking a quiet, controlled breath through his nose. One. Two. Three. He forced his hands to remain still where they rested on his lap, fingers tightly interlaced to mask the subtle tremble in his knuckles."The quarterly yields from the European branch are acceptable, Vance," Arthur Sterling’s voice cut through the soft background hum of classical music. The patriarch of the Sterling empire sat at the head of the table, his posture as unyielding as the concrete pillars supporting his fortune. He didn't look up from his steak as he spoke. "Though I expect a four percent increase before the third quarter closes. We don't settle for 'acceptable' in this house.""Consider it

The heavy gold fountain pen felt like a lead weight in Kaelen’s trembling fingers.The silence inside the matte-black sports car was suffocating, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of Kaelen’s rapid breathing. Vance sat beside him, unmoving, an unyielding wall of muscle and authority in the dim leather interior of the luxury underground garage. He wasn't rushing him. He didn't need to. Vance knew he held every single card, and he enjoyed watching Kaelen realize it.Kaelen pressed the nib of the pen against the crisp parchment lying in his lap. The black ink bloomed on the white paper, sealing his fate letter by letter: K-a-e-l-e-n M-e-r-c-e-r.The moment the final stroke was complete, Vance’s large, calloused hand moved with terrifying speed. He didn't just take the document; his long fingers wrapped around Kaelen’s wrist, pulling Kaelen’s body halfway across the center console."Good boy," Vance murmured, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sent a sharp, electric shiver straigh

The kiss wasn't a request. It was an invasion.Vance’s mouth came down over Kaelen’s with a brutal, hungry intensity that instantly obliterated every thought remaining in Kaelen’s head. The taste of fine bourbon, dark amber, and raw, unfiltered authority flooded Kaelen’s senses, leaving him dizzy and gasping against Vance’s lips.Kaelen tried to raise his hands to push Vance away, but the dark leather belt bound his wrists tight against his stomach. Every involuntary jerk of his arms only pulled the leather tighter against his skin, reminding him with sharp clarity that he was completely, utterly helpless beneath his stepbrother's weight.Vance shifted his weight, his large hand cupping the back of Kaelen’s neck, his long fingers entangling in Kaelen’s soft hair to anchor him in place. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding past Kaelen’s parted lips with a possessive, rhythmic dominance that made a low, helpless whimpering sound bubble up from Kaelen’s throat.The sound seemed to tr

The glass-and-steel monolith of Sterling Enterprises rose fifty stories into the gray city skyline, a shining testament to ruthless corporate expansion. For six years, Kaelen had viewed the building as a distant fortress, a place where Arthur and Vance pulled the levers of power while he was kept safely at arm's length, banished to lower-level accounting desks or forgotten administrative wings.Today, that dynamic died.When the private executive elevator opened onto the top floor, the hum of high-stakes corporate operations filled the air. Whispers instantly rippled through the open-plan floor as Vance strode through the glass double doors, his posture commanding and unyielding.Kaelen walked half a step behind him, clutching a leather folder to his chest. He could feel the weight of dozens of pairs of eyes tracking their movement, senior analysts, executive secretaries, and legal counsel all staring at the stepbrother who had suddenly been pulled out of obscurity and dragged directl

The rain had begun around ten, turning the city lights beyond the master suite’s floor-to-ceiling windows into blurred streaks of gold and silver.Inside, the room was quiet save for the soft rustle of charcoal silk sheets and the uneven sound of Kaelen’s breathing.Kaelen sat near the head of the colossal king-sized bed, his knees drawn partially up to his chest. He wore a simple silk robe, unfastened at the neck, revealing his pale collarbones and the light pink remnants of previous marks Vance had left along his skin. The adrenaline of the day, the close call with Julian Thorne, the near-exposure of the syndicate footage, the furious confrontation in the executive suite, had finally ebbed, leaving behind a cold, hollow exhaustion.Vance stood by the glass wall, a glass of dark amber whiskey resting loosely between his fingers. He had shed his suit jacket and tie, his white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the hard lines of his torso. He looked out over the gl