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My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?

naansiringson · Urbain
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CHAPTER 21

Aurelia

His body turns still as a statue.

My heart pounds like a jackhammer behind my ribcage. It's the first time I've let myself come into contact with him since the incident this weekend. Maybe it's because I'm pretending to be who I'm not, but right now, I'm not holding onto any lingering resentment.

All I can feel is the burn underneath my palms from where I'm touching him. I'm bracing my hands on his knees, my breasts in direct line with his face. He'd barely have to lean forward to take one of my nipples in his mouth. I rub my thighs together, my body longing for the sweet suction.

I feel the blood cool in my veins, my hands trembling as I hold on to him for dear life.

His jaw tenses, and my gaze slides up to his eyes, only to realize he isn't even paying any attention to my bare breasts, but he's looking right into my eyes. The intensity behind his stare makes my throat close up.