บททั้งหมดของ Owned by My Playboy Stepbrother : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

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