All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared at my reflection in the marble-framed mirror of the venue’s private restroom, heart jack-hammering against my ribs.“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, dragging a shaky hand through my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”If I’d just opened one of those damn texts from Mama. If I’d answered a single call. If I’d known the man who’d spent the entire night buried inside me—marking me, owning me—was about to become my stepbrother, I would’ve run in the opposite direction the second he looked at me across that bar.Now every time I blinked I felt him: the deep ache in my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips, the ghost of his teeth on my shoulder. I’d fucked my mother’s new stepson the night before her wedding. She’d be devastated if she ever found out. Devastated and ashamed of me.I pressed my palms to the cool counter, forcing a slow breath. “It’s fine,” I muttered to myself. “We can pretend it never happened. Just act like strangers. Easy.”The door swung open behind me.“Pretend what never hap

Levi’s pov. I stood under the shower, letting the scalding water pound against my shoulders, trying to wash away the sticky mess still clinging to my skin from dinner. Enzo is insane. He’s fucking insane. Under the goddamn table with both our parents sitting right there—Mama laughing at one of Steve’s dad jokes, Steve reaching for the wine bottle—while Enzo’s hand had crept up my thigh like he owned it. His fingers had found me already half-hard, squeezed the length of me through my chinos until pre-cum soaked through the fabric, until I had to choke back a gasp and pretend I’d swallowed wrong. And me? Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I got even harder at the thought of something so despicable. The risk of it—the sheer wrongness—had lit me up like gasoline on a match. My cock had throbbed in his palm while Mama asked if the food was too spicy, while Steve nodded approvingly at whatever bullshit Enzo was saying about his internship. I’d sat there leaking for my stepbrother, thighs t

Lorenzo pov.Drip, drip, drip.Red is my favorite color—especially when it’s fresh, warm, and spilling from someone who still thinks begging might save them. I tilt my head, watching the traitor—Marco, wasn’t it?—crumple against the chains that hold him upright. His face is a ruined canvas: broken nose leaking steadily, split lip puffed and purple, one eye already swelling shut. Snot and blood mix in disgusting rivulets down his chin as he whimpers.“Lo—Lorenzo, please… I’m sorry. I was desperate. The debts… I wouldn’t have touched the shipment if I wasn’t backed into a corner. Don’t kill me. I have a family. Kids. Please, I’m begging you.”His voice cracks on the last word, pathetic and wet. I feel the familiar rush—adrenaline spiking through my veins like cheap heroin, power coiling low in my gut until my cock twitches against the zipper of my slacks. It’s not just the violence. It’s the control. The way his terror feeds something primal in me, something that wants to break him fu

God, I need to fucking cum… I might lose my mind if I don’t. Was I drugged with some kind of sex pill? My hips bucked against the restraints almost instinctively, the ache in my cock unbearable.“Look how beautiful you look.”I hadn’t even heard the door open. My head whipped around, and there he was—my stepbrother. Half-naked, as usual, those blue joggers clinging in all the wrong ways. His eyes were sharp, scanning every inch of me with that familiar hunger, and my cock stiffened even more, betraying me.I tried to look away, tried to pull back against the chains, but it was useless. My body had its own agenda, responding to his gaze like I had no control at all. “What the fuck is going on?!” I yelled, jerking against the chains, my wrists straining red against the metal.“You’re going to hurt yourself. Relax,” he said.“Relax? I’m fucking tied to a bed!”“I know,” he replied casually, taking another step closer. “I tied you up.”I froze for a second, staring at him. “Are you a psy