All Chapters of My Stepbrother Is My Baby’s Daddy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty One : A Visit Veronica’s POVI found it surprising that Bruno was consistently at home. It sounds like Bruno might have transitioned to working from home.What's most distressing is his apparent disregard for my presence.Taking a courageous step, I decided to visit his room one day.Entering his room flooded me with memories of our time together. However, Bruno wasn't present when I quietly slipped into his room. Being in the vast, empty room left me feeling and uncertain about what to do next. Despite knowing I shouldn't be here , an unexplained feeling compelled me to seek out a closer connection with him.I noticed that the room remained largely unchanged from the last time I visited."What are you doing here?" I was startled by a voice asking, “ Err is not what you think “ I tried to explain . I turned around to find Bruno, the owner of the voice, standing before me. Bruno's grace and commanding presence still held the same enchanting allure as ever.As seco

Chapter Thirty Three : Whatever You Want Veronica’s POV I have decided to be anything Bruno’s wants me to be . The most important thing is being with him .I let my long hair spill over the side of the couch as I lay down. Once my shorts were hiked sufficiently up my ass, I tugged my pajama top down, stretching the neckline till one naked breast popped out. The second I heard Bruno’s footsteps in the hall, my pulse picked up, and I pinched my nipple to get it nice and tight for him. My heart was pounding, my blood absolutely rushing. But with a smirk, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.I was going to fuck with him tonight.Hard.I gazed up at Bruno, my heart racing as he took in my provocative pose. His eyes burned with intensity, and I could sense his desire for control. I knew that I was taking a risk by surrendering to him, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to his power and passion, even if it meant submitting to his every whim."Good girl," he whispered, his voice se

Chapter Thirty Five : Inch Of YouVeronica’s POV With that he crushed his lips over mine. I moaned as I finally tasted Bruno, his kiss immediately dominating me. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as he swept his tongue through my mouth, lifting me up in his arms. A gust of cold air hit my back as Bruno kicked his bedroom door open. He threw me on hisbed and buried his face in my neck, licking my skin and groaning. “Every inch, Veronica’s ,” He growled, kissing down my collarbone to my breast. “I need to taste every fucking inch of you,”he rasped, moving wolfishly down my chest body till he’d licked a trail down to myparting thighsThere was no warning before he ran the flat of his tongue over the length of my seam. I cried to the ceiling, fisting handfuls of his sheets as he slid his hands under my ass to better present my sex to his mouth. “Fuck, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bruno groaned, lapping greedily at me, his tongue giving attention to every last inch of my aching pu

Chapter Thirty Seven : Veronica’s POV I threw myself into my studies, determined to distract myself from the thoughts of Bruno that lingered in my mind. As a computer science major, I thought I had control over my digital world, but Bruno's presence in my life was like a virus - unpredictable and unstoppable. I tried to debug my feelings, to logic my way out of this mess, but my heart refused to be rational.I threw myself into my coding projects, hoping to find solace in the familiar world of 1s and 0s. But even as I wrote lines of code, my mind wandered back to Bruno. I wondered if our connection was like a neural network - complex, intricate, and impossible to fully understand.I felt like I was stuck in a loop, reliving the same moments over and over - the way he smiled, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. And just like a program that refused to compile, my thoughts refused to settle into anything that made sense.But as I sat in front of my computer, staring at the

Chapter Thirty Nine : In Secret Veronica’s POV When we first met, I felt a special connection with Bruno that I couldn't ignore. But I thought it might just be my imagination or a desperate wish to be loved. Now, hearing him talk about it, I realize that what I felt was real. Our connection is genuine, and it's always been there. I'm curious to know more about his side of the story, about how he felt all these years when we were too afraid to express our love for each other.Bruno's eyes softened, his gaze drifting into the past. "I remember the first time I saw you," he said, his voice low and husky. "You were like a ray of sunshine in a world that had been gray for too long. I was drawn to your light, your energy, your beauty." He paused, his eyes refocusing on mine. "But I was too afraid to approach you, too afraid to ruin our friendship. So I kept my feelings locked away, hidden even from myself."I listened, entranced, as Bruno's words painted a picture of unrequited love, of