Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Stepdad(MxM): Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

The next morning felt strangely, unsettlingly normal.Strangely.Because I woke up, blinking against the sunlight filtering through massive velvet curtains, and for a few blissful seconds, I completely forgot where I was. I thought I was back in my cramped, slightly messy apartment, about to trip over one of Bella's stray shoes on my way to the kitchen.Then I actually looked around at the cavernous, high-ceilinged bedroom, the pristine furniture, the sweeping view of the estate, and reality slammed back into me like a physical blow.Right. Mansion. Dead father who wasn’t actually dead. Secret, mildly unhinged brother. Whole life completely ruined.Great. Phenomenal start to the day.I dragged myself out of the king-sized bed, brushed my teeth, changed into a clean set of clothes, and walked downstairs half-asleep, my boots clicking dully against the grand marble staircase.I was bracing myself for absolute chaos. I expected Adrian to jump out from behind a literal pillar just to anno

The silence that followed Bella’s mid-term lecture was absolute.A heavy, suffocating stillness descended over the grand stone portico. The security guards on either side of the doors looked like they were trying to blend into the masonry, utterly terrified to breathe. Kai hadn't moved an inch, his hand still hovering dangerously close to his jacket lining, while Nikolai’s gaze remained locked onto Dad like a wolf calculating the exact trajectory to a throat.And Dad? Dad just stood there.He didn’t summon twenty more men. He didn’t reach for a weapon. He just stared down at Bella, his face a perfectly carved block of stone, completely unreadable.“A mid-term,” Dad repeated slowly. His deep, resonant voice carried over the morning breeze, entirely devoid of the lethal edge it had possessed in the command center last night. It sounded almost… analytical.“Yes, a mid-term,” Bella said, completely doubling down. She took another aggressive step up the stairs, forcing Dad to actually tilt

The door to my bedroom clicked shut, locking out the rest of the world. Locking out the heavy, suffocating silence of the living room, the broken look in Kai’s eyes, and the volatile, simmering fury radiating off Nikolai.Finally, it was just the two of us.I was completely huddled into Vane’s body, my forehead pressed against the solid center of his chest, my hands still tightly clutching the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline. My knees were shaking so violently that the moment we reached the edge of the mattress, I collapsed onto it, pulling him down with me. He didn’t fight it. He just let himself be pulled into my chaotic gravity, his strong arms wrapping around me, creating a human shield between me and the nightmare of the last forty-eight hours.I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him—rain, cheap coffee, and pure, uncomplicated safety. No gunpowder. No multi-billion-dollar bloodlines.We lay there in the quiet of our room for a long time, the

Vane pulled Elias closer against his chest, their sweat-slicked bodies fitting together perfectly on the rumpled sheets. The room was quiet now, filled only with the soft sounds of their slowing breaths and the faint creak of the bed as they shifted. Elias nestled his head under Vane’s chin, one leg thrown over his stepdad’s thigh, their softening cocks pressed warmly between them. Vane’s strong arms wrapped around the younger man, one hand stroking slow circles along his bare back while the other cradled the back of his head.“I’ll always protect you,” Vane murmured, his voice low and rough from earlier exertion. He pressed a lingering kiss to Elias’s damp forehead, then another to his temple. Elias sighed contentedly, fingers tracing lazy patterns over Vane’s muscled chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart.Vane tightened his embrace, pulling Elias even deeper into the cocoon of his body. Their skin stuck together in the afterglow, cum still leaking slowly from Elias’s stret

The scent of warm blueberry muffins was still thick in the air when the first brick came through the parlor window.It didn't shatter the glass with a clean, cinematic snap. It exploded into the room with a deafening, violent CRACK, sending a lethal shower of glittering shards straight across the linoleum.“Get down!” Vane roared.Before my brain could even process the sound, Vane’s paper grocery bag hit the floor, a carton of eggs crushing beneath his boot as he launched his body across the kitchen island. He hit me at a dead sprint, his massive frame shielding mine as we both crashed onto the hard floorboards behind the reinforced lower cabinets.“Bella!” I screamed, my ears ringing with a high-pitched buzz.“I’m fine! I’m under the table!” her voice shrieked from the dining alcove. “What the hell was that?! Is that a literal brick? Who throws a brick in 2026?!”I tried to sit up, but Vane’s heavy hand clapped down on my shoulder, pinning me firmly against the floorboards. His jaw w