Lahat ng Kabanata ng You're mine, brother.: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

“Levi, are you okay? Did you fall?” Mom's voice sharpened with panic outside the door, her fist pounding hard against the wood. The doorknob rattled as she twisted it, but the lock held firm. A flicker of relief hit me—thank fuck for that—before the full weight of it crashed down. She was right there, inches away, and Enzo had me pinned, his cock still buried deep, stretching me full while her voice echoed. What the hell made him think this was smart? My body trembled, impaled and exposed.“No… no, please stop…” I begged, arms wrapping tight around his neck, not from want but sheer terror. Sobs choked out of me, quiet and ragged, my legs shaking as I clung to him. I couldn't support my own weight anymore; every muscle burned from the strain, guilt twisting like a knife. This was beyond wrong—new level fucking wrong. Stepbrothers didn't do this, not with Mom on the other side, oblivious.“Levi…” Enzo whispered, his breath hot against my ear, one hand stroking my back like he gave a

Enzo POV “Not possible.” I said, puffing out a smoke as I stared up at the ceiling of my private lounge. The faint scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey hung in the air while Sebastian continued his endless rant about Levi. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn the man was jealous. Lately, though, I couldn’t figure out his exact problem with Levi. He refused to hear the guy’s name, let alone see him. In the process, he had successfully kept me occupied for the past three days, allowing my stepbrother to slip away thinking he was free. Free. The word alone made my jaw tighten. Did Levi truly believe he could escape me? Fuck no. I didn’t care if my now-suspicious father put a bullet in my head. Levi belonged to me. It was either die or die, baby. No other options. Matter of fact, we were going to die together. If I went first, I’d haunt the fuck out of him until we could have our own twisted fuck feast in hell. Sebastian’s voice cut through my thoughts again. “Just becaus

“No.” I said, finally snapping out of the hazy spell he always cast over me. I pulled away from his touch, my skin still burning where his fingers had been. Quickly tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up, I put a good distance between us, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon.Jesus fucking Christ. This was exactly the reason I left that damn mansion. The intensity, the control, the way Enzo could turn my body against me with just a few filthy words and a smirk. And now that same chaos had followed me straight into my own home, turning my safe little apartment into his personal playground.He chuckled low and deep, eyes locked on mine as he slowly licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of me like it was the finest meal. It should’ve been gross. It wasn’t. My dick twitched hard again, betraying me completely. “You need to leave,” I said, turning away so he wouldn’t see how flushed my cheeks were getting.“No.” He said it so casually, dropping back onto my new

“I told you, I don’t want to go with you,” I snapped for what felt like the hundredth time, fighting the urge to bang on the car door. My frustration boiled over, but Enzo stayed calm behind the wheel, one hand draped lazily on my thigh like he owned every inch of me. “And I told you it’s not that club. This is a new one. Sloan isn’t here.” “Do you think that makes it better?” I scoffed, glaring at the passing city lights. “Yeah, you’re jealous of Sloan.” “I’m not.” “It’s an all-mafia party. My father already attended the main event. This is the after-party — the real fun sex party.” He explained it like it was normal, like dragging me into a den of criminals and perverts was just another Tuesday. “You brought me to a sex party?” “Yes. I want to show you something.” His voice carried that low, commanding edge that always sent mixed signals through my body — danger wrapped in dark allure. Enzo was the kind of man who could order a hit and then fuck you senseless in the same breat

I forced my focus back on the stage and refused to pay any attention to the way his hands were sneaking and playing around my chest.On the dimly lit stage stood a young man bound to a pole. His wrists were fastened tightly behind his back, his body held upright by expertly tied ropes that bit across his chest and thighs. Between his legs, a slim rod was secured in place, the restraint forcing him to strain helplessly around it.Heat shot straight through me. My mouth went dry, a small gasp escaping before I could stop it. Fuck. That was so fucking hot. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The ropes dug into the man’s skin, each knot deliberate, meant to restrain. He strained against them uselessly, chest heaving, head tipped back with a low, muffled sound that made my pulse trip. God, he was beautiful to watch. Two men circled him like predators, one stroking his cock with merciless precision while the other teased his nipples until he writhed helplessly against the ropes. His voice brok