All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Logan sat down, his tall body ending up just a few scant centimeters from mine. His fragrance, expensive and completely free of any tobacco smoke, hit me immediately.He looked me up and down, lingering for a second on my newly cut hair and then on my eyes before turning slightly toward Riley."Well now, Riley," Logan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your message said your friend needed legal advice or something of the sort, but I see Luke is in law. So, what’s the real reason?"Riley gave me a small tap with her knee under the table.My hands started to sweat. It was the moment to drop the proposal, to tell this guy that I needed him to touch me in front of a sociopathic mafioso to save my skin. I remained frozen in indecision, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth out of pure shame.The idea of telling this guy: "Hey, do you want to fuck with me at my house so my mafioso stepbrother can watch us?", suddenly seemed like the greatest stupidity in the worl

"You're crazy!" she retorted, her voice trembling with fear but trying to maintain a line of defense. "I only came to see you! Your father gave me permission! You can't shout at me like this!"."PERMISSION?!" I screamed with all my might, turning toward her sideways, my bloodshot eyes digging into hers. "If you ever show up at my faculty again, if you ever put a single one of your goddamn nails on my skin again, I swear by the memory of the Bayrons that I will leave you dumped in a ditch before the afternoon ends. Did you understand?!".She didn't respond. She limited herself to nodding her head in a spasmodic way, clutching her purse against her belly as if it were a shield. Her pupils were dilated, real panic finally breaking her femme fatale facade."One last thing," I said, my voice returning to that flat, gélido tone that instilled more terror than my shouts. "Stay still and shut your mouth."I put the key in, started the engine with a roar, and floored the accelerator, tearing

The safety lock yielded with a metallic crash and the oak door swung open, hitting the interior walls.The racket was so great that it seemed to freeze time inside the luxurious office.I peeked over Frederick's shoulder, holding my breath.Inside, four men dressed in dark Italian suits stood up from their seats all at once, their hands traveling by instinct toward the inside of their jackets, searching for the hilts of their hidden weapons.My father, Wallace Bianchi, was standing behind his enormous glass desk, with a wad of financial documents in his hand.His face went from surprise to a livid fury in a blink when he saw me, disheveled and with bloodshot eyes, held by the heir of the Bayrons."What the hell does this mean?!" my father roared, leaning his fists on the mahogany table. "What is this racket, Alessandra?! I am in the middle of a multimillion-dollar board meeting! How do you dare enter my property like this?!"I was trembling, the tears finally overflowing down my cheek

Meanwhile, miles away from there, oblivious to the uproar and the destruction of the legal engagement, Luke was on his way to the Bayron property.But he wasn't alone in the back seat of the taxi. Logan was accompanying him.The back door opened and Luke climbed out first, followed by Logan.They had spent the last hour chatting in the car during the ride from the campus ice cream parlor.At first, Luke had felt overwhelmed by an intense pang of guilt; he knew he was using an innocent person as bait for a dangerous trap.But as Logan spoke, the guilt began to dissipate, replaced by genuine curiosity. Luke began to realize how truly interesting Logan was."So you really intend to open your own consulting firm before graduating?" Luke asked, looking at him askance as the taxi dodged a truck."The numbers don't wait for you to have a degree in your hand, Luke," Logan responded with a confident smile. "If you know how to move in the right market, the money comes on its own. You just need

Luke opened his mouth to answer, but he did not have time to articulate the first word. Logan leaned forward quickly, shortening the remaining space, and placed his lips against Luke’s.It was a kiss free from that violent, rustic, and possessive domination that Frederick had shown him that last time.Logan’s lips were warm, moving with a tender cadence that sought consent in every touch.It had a sweet, free taste that caused Luke to let out a contained sigh between the guy's lips.Luke did not resist the kiss. On the contrary, he opened his mouth with a soft gasp and received Logan’s tongue into his cavity, allowing it to entwine with his own in an explosion of desire.It was a slow, deep kiss, where their tongues sought each other with a youthful and clean urgency.Logan brought his right hand up toward the nape of Luke’s neck, tangling his firm fingers in his newly cut hair, pressing him with a possessive but tender delicacy that asked for more depth.Luke clung to Logan’s athleti