Semua Bab My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The kiss lingered on my lips even as I pulled away, my breath still unsteady. I wasn’t sure what it meant—what we meant anymore. Things had been so complicated, so full of unspoken emotions between Lucas and me. But right now, in that moment, I didn’t want to analyze it. I just wanted to feel it, but I couldn't, because I felt like it was morally wrong to even think about him. My dad was in the hospital, I was in London to look after him, to make things better between us and not to kiss guys and get laid. It should have been the last thing in my mind. However, I wanted to know what was was going on inside Lucas' head. Did he feel the difference in the kiss too? “Can I say something to you, Katherine?” he questioned but I didn't answer. I kept looking down at the street. I wasn't ready for that. “Not now, it is not a good time, Lucas.” I glanced at him after a few minutes passed, but he didn’t say anything. His eyes held mine, intense and searching, but for once, he didn’t push

The room felt impossibly quiet after I’d said those words. My heart pounded as if it might break free from my chest. The air between Lucas and me was thick with anticipation, with all the things we hadn’t said and the things we didn’t need to say. My skin tingled, every inch of me acutely aware of him, of the closeness of our bodies, the gravity pulling us together. Lucas blinked, his eyes wide for a second, as though he was processing my request. But then a slow smile crept across his lips, mischievous and full of heat, the Lucas I had come to know so well. He shifted, pulling away just slightly to give me space as his hands moved down to the hem of his shirt. “Anything for you, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice low and rough around the edges. “But make demands from me, don't request. I am a slave of your love, do what you want with me.” “T-take off your shirt and show me your body.” I ordered, trying to be more intimidating. “I want to see you without clothes.” He smirked,

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth surrounding me. The weight of an arm draped over my waist, the steady rise and fall of a chest against my back. For a moment, I didn’t move, letting the reality of where I was, who I was with, sink in. Lucas. The memory of the night before hit me all at once. The way his hands had touched me, the way his eyes never left mine, full of that burning intensity I could still feel on my skin. I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the sensations that now lingered like ghosts, haunting my every thought, making me smile. I opened my eyes, staring at the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, but I wasn’t ready to face him. I wasn’t ready to confront what had happened between us, or worse—what it meant for our future. And my place in the family. My heart raced with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. “Uhh... You awake?” I felt him shift behind me, his body moving closer, pulling me into him. “Yeah, I just wok

The sting of the slap still tingled on my hand, a pulse of heat that almost matched the rapid beat of my heart. I watched Harry stumble back, his face twisted in shock, and for the first time, I felt an ounce of power over him—a rare satisfaction that made me want to do it all over again. He straightened, his gaze flickering between me and my father, and I knew he was scrambling to regain control. His face shifted from shock to anger, a bitter sneer forming on his lips. “You are not going to tell her anything, Robert? You need to control her,” he hissed, his eyes sharp and accusatory as they darted back to my father.Dad looked at him, his expression softening with something I hadn’t seen from him in a long time—a quiet but determined resolve. “Harry, please leave us. I told her.” As those words left his mouth, I could see the change in Harry's expression. “She knows that it was you who made me send those texts.” Harry’s face twisted, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. Bu

Dinner in the mansion was quieter than I’d expected, a steady, almost awkward calm settling over the table. Margaret had prepared a beautiful spread of roasted vegetables, grilled fish, and bowls of mashed potatoes that looked almost too fluffy to be real.The clink of silverware against plates filled the silence, and I focused on slicing into my food to keep from looking too much at anyone else. My mind kept drifting back to my dad, lying alone in a hospital room. Alone, except for Harry.After a while, Margaret’s warm voice broke through the quiet. “Harry mentioned he’d be staying at the hospital tonight,” she said, finishing off a final pour of wine before setting the bottle down. “He asked me to tell you, so that you won't worry about Robert for the night.”I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, my appetite instantly evaporating. “Why does he need to stay the night? It’s not like…” I trailed off, biting my lip to keep from saying too much. I glanced around the table, knowing my re