All Chapters of Addicted to my Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ENZOI watched Julian scramble to his feet and bolt out of the room like he was being chased. The second the door slammed behind him, a low laugh escaped my throat. I couldn’t help it. The look on his face, that perfect mix of panic, want, and confusion was almost too good. I had only been teasing him, but the way he reacted told me everything I needed to know.He wanted it.He wanted me.I stood up slowly, still painfully hard in my boxers. Instead of going back to my own room like a decent person would, I followed him. Quietly. I knew exactly where he was going. When I reached his door, I didn’t knock. I just pushed it open a little, just enough to see inside.And fuck.Julian was already on his bed, completely naked, legs spread as he worked that toy inside himself. His face was flushed, his lips parted, and he was moaning softly with every thrust. One hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking fast and desperate. He looked wrecked in the best way.I leaned against the doorframe,

JULIANI left Kai’s place feeling a little lighter after our talk and the call with his dad. But as I walked back to the penthouse, the weight started creeping back in. I kept thinking about Enzo and the way things had felt between us lately, the tension, the almost moments, and how confused I still was about it all.When I stepped inside the penthouse, the first thing I heard was Enzo’s voice coming from the living room. He was shouting into his phone, pacing back and forth with his free hand clenched into a fist. His face was tight with anger, and his voice carried through the space like he didn’t care who heard him.“I submitted that case file three days ago,” Enzo said sharply into the phone. “It was complete. Everything was there, the arguments, the evidence, the citations. Now you’re telling me it’s gone? How does something like that just disappear from the system?”I stood near the doorway for a moment, not wanting to interrupt but also curious about what was going on. He sound

JULIANI stood in my room with my back against the door, slapping my own mouth over and over like that would somehow undo what I had just done. My hand kept hitting my lips as I muttered to myself, “Why did I do that? Why the hell did I kiss him like that? What is wrong with me?”The kiss kept replaying in my head. Enzo had looked so angry when he came home, like he was ready to burn the whole place down, and then he had stalked right up to me in the kitchen and said those words. I had backed up until I hit the counter, stuttering like an idiot, and then I had just leaned in and kissed him. It had felt like the only thing I could do in that moment, but now that he was gone and the house was quiet again, all I could feel was panic.I needed help. Not just for myself and whatever this mess with Enzo was, but for him too. That paper was important, and from what he had said, losing it was going to ruin everything if he couldn’t fix it in time. I grabbed my phone and called Charlotte first

JULIAN The next week passed in a blur of avoidance. After that night on the couch, when things had gotten so heated between Enzo and me that he had pinned me down and said those words, I couldn’t face him. I woke up the next morning with my heart still racing from how close we had come, and I decided right then that I needed space. The submission issue with his law school paper had been fixed thanks to the people who showed up and helped, but that didn’t change how messed up everything felt between us. I started leaving the penthouse early for the hospital and staying late, sometimes crashing on Kai’s couch when I could. If I heard Enzo’s voice or saw him in the hallway, I turned around and went the other way. I didn’t answer his texts. I didn’t knock on his door. I just… avoided him completely. It was easier than dealing with the way my body still reacted every time I thought about his mouth on my neck or the way he had felt grinding against me.I kept telling myself it was for the

ENZO When I saw him across the room watching us, something dark and satisfied twisted in my gut. The girl pulled back just enough to look at me with glassy eyes. “You’re so fucking hot when you look pissed off,” she slurred, her hand sliding down to my belt. “Let me take care of you.” I didn’t stop her. I leaned back against the couch, legs spread, and watched as she undid my belt and zipper. She pulled my cock out, already hard from the tension of the night and the way Julian’s eyes had been burning into me from across the room. She rolled the condom on with quick fingers, then climbed onto my lap, hiking up her dress. I groaned low in my throat as she sank down onto me, taking me deep in one smooth motion. My hands gripped her hips, but my eyes stayed locked on Julian. He was still standing there, frozen. His face had gone bright red, and he looked like he couldn’t decide whether to run or keep watching. I held his gaze the entire time she rode me, rolling my hips up to meet her