บททั้งหมดของ I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

NYRA'S POVThe lock clicked shut like a trap snapping closed on my damn fingers.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack right open. Luca’s presence filled the tiny guest bathroom. It sucked all the air out until I could barely breathe.I kept my back to him and gripped the sink edge like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Cold water still dripped down my flushed face. It soaked into my collar and made everything stick to my skin.“So…” His voice came out low and rough. Exactly like it always did in those late-night fantasies I’d buried deep. “How’s married life treating you, Nyra?”I forced myself to lift my eyes. Met his in the mirror. Those dark, unreadable eyes that used to see straight through every mask I wore.“It’s… fine,” I lied. My voice came out shaky and weak. “Everything’s good, Luca. I’m happy, really. You don’t gotta do this… please. Just leave me alone.”He stepped closer anyway. The heat from his body hit my back first. Soli

NYRA'S POV He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me in one rough, claiming push. I cried out sharply, the intense stretch burning sharp at first, but god... it felt so full, so right, even though it hurt a little. Luca froze on top of me, breathing hard like he was fighting himself again. “Fuck, Nyra... you’re too tight,” he growled, voice all wrecked. “Breathe, baby. Relax that tight little pussy around my cock. You’re taking your stepbrother so fucking well already. Just breathe through it for me.”I whimpered, nodding desperately as tears pricked my eyes. “It’s so big… Luca… it hurts but… oh god, it feels so deep.”“That’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing me deep and slow while staying buried to the hilt. His hands stroked my sides even as his hips started moving in those slow, deep strokes that made my toes curl and my heart ache with years of forbidden wanting. Every thrust hit spots I didn’t even know existed, sending sparks shooting through my whole body. “Fuck,

I stepped back fast, putting the desk between us like it could actually protect me. My pulse was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. The folder of investor notes was still in my hand, useless now. “Mr. Luca,” I said, voice steady even though my body wasn’t. “This is a workplace. I’m here to do the job you hired me for. Nothing else. I’m married. Whatever happened in the past… it stays there.” His eyes darkened, but that wicked little smirk curved his mouth like he was enjoying the challenge. He didn’t move back. If anything, he leaned one hip against the desk, arms crossed, watching me with that intense, stormy gaze that used to make my stomach flip when I was eighteen. “Married,” he repeated, tasting the word like it was something sour. “Right. To the man who needs my help to keep his company from sinking. Convenient how that worked out.” Heat flooded my cheeks, but I kept my chin up. “I didn’t ask for any of this, you offered. I’m just trying to make the best of a bad