บททั้งหมดของ Stepbrother's love: Stepdad whore: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

---It had been a week since Ethan and Nathan left the house, and I was going crazy.At first, I thought I could handle it. Focus on my studies. Keep myself distracted. But every night, when I lay in bed, my mind drifted to Nathan—his touch, his mouth, the way he owned me without even trying.I tried. God, I tried.I pulled out my vibrator, teasing myself, imagining his fingers buried inside me. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how hard I pressed, how deep I went, it wasn’t him.I needed more. Needed to be fucked.But not just by anyone.I tossed the toy aside, breathing heavily, frustrated beyond belief. My exams were in a few days, and I couldn’t even concentrate without my body betraying me, craving the one thing I didn’t have.I needed a distraction.I needed company.My fingers hovered over my phone screen.Leslie.Just seeing her name stirred something inside me. Memories. Longing. Guilt.Before the incident at the club, we were inseparable.Leslie had been my first in many ways.

(First-person POV — Nathan’s perspective)I had spent the entire day ensuring that my business proposal was airtight. Every detail had been scrutinized, every number double-checked. And it had paid off. The investors were more than pleased, and by the time the final handshake was exchanged, l can feel the weight lifting off my shoulders.This deal was important. More than just a financial win, it was a strategic move—one that would cement his influence in the business world. I should have been celebrating. Instead, an uneasiness settled in my chest as I made my way toward the private lounge reserved for me.And there she was.Eleanor.Seated elegantly in one of the plush leather chairs, she watched me over the rim of her wine glass, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Dressed in her usual tailored suit, she exuded confidence and control, the kind of woman who rarely wasted time on pleasantries.I sighed internally. If she was waiting for me, it wasn’t for small talk.“Impressive presentat

Riley’s PerspectiveThe air was thick with tension, but I could only focus on Ethan—the way his strong arms wrapped around me, the way his touch sent a thrill down my spine. He lifted me effortlessly, his grip firm yet gentle, and carried me through the dimly lit hallways of the penthouse.Nathan didn’t say a word. He just sat there, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with something between rage and jealousy. I felt his gaze on us, watching every movement, every lingering touch. But I didn’t turn to look at him. I didn’t need to. I already knew what I would see—his frustration, his helplessness, his desire to stop this but knowing he couldn’t.Ethan’s chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he tightened his hold around me. “You really know how to push his buttons, don’t you?” His voice was husky, teasing.I rested my head against his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. “He had it coming,” I murmured, tracing slow circles on his chest with my finge

(First-person POV — Riley's perspective)The house was eerily quiet after Nathan stormed out. The kind of silence that makes you question everything that just happened, like the stillness before a storm. I was in my room, staring at the door for a few minutes, waiting for the adrenaline to settle. My heart was still racing from Nathan's reaction, the weight of the exchange lingering in my chest. Nathan had been so angry—so hurt—but in a strange way, it had turned me on even when I am with Ethan, I crave Nathan. The way he reacted, the intensity of his emotions… it was everything I’d wanted. It was so raw, so... real. I smiled to myself, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that I had finally gotten more than I expected from him.Sighing, I flopped onto my bed, reaching for my tablet to distract myself. As I scrolled aimlessly through the screen, something caught my eye. It was a picture of a model, a woman with long dark hair, flawless skin, and a smoldering look that seemed to pie

-(First-person POV — Ethan's perspective)The hum of the engine filled the car, but it did nothing to drown out the storm brewing in my head.Riley sat next to me, silent, but I could feel her presence like a slow-burning fire licking at my skin. Her legs were crossed, her fingers lazily scrolling through her phone, but that smirk on her lips told me everything.She was up to no good.She had gotten what she wanted—Nathan’s jealousy. And she was savoring it.I exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel tighter as I caught her shifting in the passenger seat, the hem of her dress riding higher. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.Little bitch.The words barely left my lips, but the way her smirk deepened told me she had heard.She dragged a finger along the inside of her thigh, like she was lost in thought.I knew better.She was playing a dangerous game.And the worst part? I was letting her.I forced my focus on the road, but my mind had already started slipping—back to her, back to Sam.--