All Chapters of My stepbrother and his friends want me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RHYS I stayed in the hallway long after Emma walked away. I didn’t follow her even though every instinct in me wanted me to. My body had already started to move before I forced myself to stop. One more step and I would have been behind her, calling her name, asking her to wait, asking for another chance.But I had asked enough from her.I had already taken too much.So I stood there and watched the space where she had disappeared, feeling the familiar ache settle beneath my ribs.The kitchen had gone quiet again. Cade and Theo’s voices were low and careful, the way people spoke when they were trying not to disturb something fragile. I could still hear the faint scrape of a chair against the floor, the clink of a glass, the ordinary sounds of people sharing a room.Normal sounds. Sounds that should have meant nothing.Instead, they hurt.Because before I entered the room, I had watched Emma laugh. It had only been a small sound, almost under her breath, but I had heard it. I hadn’t h

CADEI woke to the feeling of being watched.For a second, the chair felt even smaller than usual, the wooden arm digging into my side and my neck stiff from the angle I’d fallen asleep in. I opened my eyes slowly and found Emma still in bed, lying on her side and facing me, her dark hair spread across the pillow. She wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t frowning either. She was simply watching me with that quiet, unreadable expression she’d worn so often since the warehouse. There was something different in her eyes this morning, though. Something softer. More uncertain.“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep.She pushed herself up until she was sitting against the headboard, drawing her knees toward herself. A quiet sigh left her before she spoke. “You don’t have to keep doing this, you know. You don’t have to keep sleeping here. I’m okay. The nightmares are almost completely gone too.” Her eyes moved toward the chair. “Your body must hurt so badly. That thing is way too small

RHYS The office in the safe house had started to feel like a second home, though not one I particularly enjoyed spending time in. I had been sitting at the desk for hours, surrounded by cold coffee, discarded reports, and three screens displaying information that seemed determined to lead me nowhere. The encrypted map on the centre screen rotated slowly, red markers scattered across it like open wounds. Each one represented a location Victoria or her father had been connected to in the six months before they disappeared. The blue markers showed the false trails I’d already investigated and ruled out.There were too many of both.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my face, trying to ease the dull ache behind my eyes. I’d barely slept in days, and the longer this investigation dragged on, the more impatient I became. Victoria and her father hadn’t simply run away. They had vanished, and there was a difference. A notification flashed across the screen. I opened it, scanne

EMMAThe confirmation came on a quiet Tuesday morning.Theo was the one who told me, standing in the doorway of the safe-house kitchen with a folder under one arm and that careful, measured look he wore whenever he had news that mattered. The threat assessment had come back clean. We were leaving.I packed the few things I had accumulated in silence. Part of me expected relief. Another part braced for the moment the elevator doors would open onto the same floors where everything had fallen apart. The place where Rhys had looked at me like I was nothing. The drive back into the city felt longer than it was. Cade sat beside me in the back seat, close enough that our shoulders touched whenever the car turned. Theo drove. No one filled the quiet with forced conversation. When the familiar building finally came into view, my stomach tightened, but I kept my face steady.Stepping into the penthouse was like walking into a memory that hadn’t finished forming.The air smelled the same. The

EMMA“My turn.”The words were still warm against my skin when Cade moved.He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing, the sheets twisting beneath us. He shoved his boxers down and kicked them away, then hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and dragged them off slowly, eyes locked on every inch of skin he uncovered. When he tossed them aside I was completely bare under him, already wet and aching, and the way he looked at me made my stomach flip.He dragged me to the edge of the mattress until my hips nearly hung off it. Then he spread my thighs wide with both hands, settling between them, and wrapped one fist around his cock. He was thick, flushed, the head already glistening. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, bringing that swollen tip so close that it brushed my folds with every upstroke. The light, teasing contact made me jolt and whimper.A low, guttural sound left his chest.“Fuck… look at you. Spread open for me like this. Already dripping down onto the