Forbidden Love with My Stepbrother

Chapter 6

Lucian’s words were like a door thrown open, memories of a brighter past rushed in, filling Adrian’s mind in an instant.

Back then, he had been carefree. Aside from studying and painting, all he liked was trailing after his stepbrother, playing by his side.

At that time, Lucian was still a teenager, but he didn't find it bothersome to have a little tail following him everywhere. On the contrary, he often teased,

“Since Ari likes me so much, will you still like me after you get a girlfriend?”

Caught off guard by the tricky question, Adrian immediately set out to prove his loyalty,

“I don’t need a girlfriend, having you is enough.”

Adrian shook his head slightly, clearing the clutter from his mind. Everything was in the past. They were grown-ups now, leading separate lives and chasing separate dreams. He wasn’t that kid who followed Lucian everywhere anymore, simply because Lucian didn't deserve it.

As Lucian closed in step by step, Adrian felt himself losing all momentum in front of him. Embarrassment quickly turned into anger, and he raised his hand to shove him hard.

Unfortunately, the difference in their build was too great. Adrian was about 5'11", but standing before Lucian, he still seemed much smaller. Not only did he fail to push Lucian back, he was instead forced against the wall.

“Get out of the way, don’t block my path like a damn mutt!” he snapped angrily.

Lucian didn’t comply. He raised his hands and gripped Adrian’s shoulders, forcing him to look straight at him.

“You can insult me however you want, but you’re not allowed to like Luna,” he warned in a low voice.

The rebellious streak inside Adrian snapped taut to its limit, and he shot back at once, “I’ll like her anyway. So what?”

“You’re not allowed!” Lucian ground out.

“I like her, I like her, I like her. What are you going to do about…”

Before he could finish, Lucian’s tall frame closed in. His lips were seized, and just like that, he had no chance left to utter another harsh word.

Adrian’s mind went blank for a moment, unable to think of anything other than the burning heat coming from Lucian’s lips.

Their argument had clearly been escalating. As two men, shouldn’t it have ended in a proper fight to settle things? He had even been looking forward to it a little, wondering who would win if he and Lucian actually came to blows.

But in the end, Lucian did lunge at him, only to kiss him.

After a few stunned seconds, Adrian finally snapped back to his senses and hurriedly tried to push him away. But Lucian was far too strong; he could hardly break free from the man’s arms, which were like iron clamps around him.

Unable to resist, Adrian grew furious, wanting to curse. But the moment he parted his lips, Lucian’s tongue slipped inside, agile like a water snake.

Wet, scorching, and almost charged with a faint current, it sent a numbing sensation through his entire body, leaving him at a loss for how to react.

His first kiss was gone! Lost in such an embarrassing situation! Lost to that infuriating stepbrother of his!

Fury surged through Adrian. He struggled relentlessly, trying to shove Lucian away, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. Then, without the slightest restraint, he bit down hard on Lucian’s lip.

Without saying a word, Adrian headed straight for the door.

Lucian was left alone in the room. He stood there motionless, slowly raising a hand to touch the corner of his lips, where blood was still seeping.

The pain and the metallic scent of blood stimulated his nerves, leaving his mind more exhilarated than ever before.

His sharp gaze grew even darker, more unfathomable. Deep within his eyes lay a terrifyingly resolute obsession, no matter the cost, he would have him.

A while later, Lucian finally left the studio.

The moment he stepped out, he saw his father standing outside, right by the door of the storage room next door. In his hand, he was carrying his usual set of fishing gear.

His father’s gaze settled on him, then paused slightly when it reached the trace of blood still lingering at the corner of his lips.

His face went pale, a tangle of emotions flickering across it, anger, confusion, and a hint of worry he couldn’t quite conceal.

The corners of his father’s mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to reprimand him, but in the end, he swallowed the words back down.

Seeing his father’s reaction, Lucian felt no fear. Instead, the corners of his lips curved faintly upward, a provocative glint surfacing on his arrogant face.

“Heading out for night fishing, Dad? Good luck.”

After saying that, he raised two fingers to his forehead in a casual salute, then turned and walked toward the stairs.

Watching his son’s punchable attitude, Damuen felt an itch in his arm, he really had the urge to give him a good beating.

He had originally planned to go night fishing with a few old friends. Now, that was ruined, his mood completely gone. Carrying his fishing gear, he turned back into the storage room and set it down in a corner.

He stood there in silence for a long while before letting out a helpless sigh. Really, when a child goes astray, the parents bear the burden. It was bad enough that his own son had turned out this way; now he was even dragging his wife’s child into it. The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt toward his wife, unsure how he would face her from now on.

He let out another sigh, telling himself he would deal with things when they came. There was an auction next week, something about a “Goddess of the Moon” necklace. The kids’ mother seemed to like it quite a bit. He’d buy it to smooth things over with her first, and worry about the rest later.