Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother-Chapter 398: Enemies To Lovers

"You look tired, you should rest," Serena said as she looked at the bed. "The kids took your bed, but you can still sleep on one end. It’s big enough."

"And you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face, which seemed focused only on their sleeping arrangements.

"I can sleep on the other side. Let me shift the kids a little closer," she said and was about to move toward the bed, but he pulled her back—her back colliding with the firm, warm torso of a tall man. A pair of long arms wrapped around her as she heard him speak in his deep voice.

"We finally meet after a long wait—god knows how many months—and you’re already planning to sleep on the other side of the bed? Are you planning to play ignorant?"

Serena’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in his voice.

They rarely got to meet, but whenever they did, he always reminded her how deeply passionate he was—and made up for all the time they had spent apart.

Alexander turned her around to face him, his intense gaze boring into her delicate face, which hadn’t changed at all in his eyes—even after so long.

She swallowed hard. "Alex..."

He lowered his face and asked, his lips almost brushing hers, his warm breath burning against her cold skin, "Didn’t you miss me?"

Her hands clutched his dark shirt, her breathing turned shallow as she finally replied, "As much as you did."

He stepped back slightly, took her hand, and led her to the other door in his room, which opened into his private study attached to the bedroom. He guided her toward the dark leather couch.

"Alex, the kids are sleeping," she said softly, already knowing his intentions.

He gently pushed her onto the couch and hovered over her, his impatient gaze locked with hers. "Don’t you want it?"

She steadied her nerves, her eyes on the man she loved with all her heart.

"The kids won’t wake up for at least a few hours," she said. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Satisfied with her answer, he captured her lips with his, whispering, "They’re safe in the bedroom."

She hummed in agreement and kissed him back.

His hands cupped her face with care, his thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks. There was nothing hurried about the way he touched her—it was reverent, patient, and full of aching devotion.

Serena’s fingers curled into his hair, drawing him closer, as their lips moved in a rhythm known only to two people who had longed for each other in silence. His weight was a comforting pressure above her, his presence grounding her in a world where everything else felt chaotic.

"I missed this..." he murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse with emotion as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then lower—featherlight kisses trailing down her neck. "I missed you."

Serena closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his breath and the gentle trail of his mouth calm every storm that had raged inside her. "Every night I lay awake, thinking of you," she whispered. "Wondering if you were safe... if you still missed me as much as I missed you."

His hand brushed along her arm, then settled over her waist, pulling her more securely beneath him as he rested his forehead against hers. "Every second," he breathed. "You kept me sane, even from miles away."

Their eyes met again in the dim light of the study, raw and exposed.

In that quiet, fire-warmed study, Alexander kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered. He caressed her like a man who knew loss too intimately and refused to let it take her from him again. They undressed each other slowly, wordlessly—revealing not just skin, but the trust and vulnerability that had been guarded for so long.

Every touch was a promise.

Every sigh was a release.

When he buried himself deep inside her, she held back her moans, her nails digging gently into his back as she bit her lip, trying to stay quiet.

But Alexander leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "The study is soundproof. Let me hear you."

His voice was low and coaxing—both a plea and a command laced with longing.

Serena finally let go, her soft moan escaping as he began to move with slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands cradling her body like something precious. Every thrust was controlled, worshipful, the pace steady—not rushed, not rough—just a deep, aching connection between two people who had been starved of each other for far too long.

Her hands roamed over his shoulders, his chest, needing to feel every inch of him—reassuring herself that he was real, that he was hers, even just for tonight.

"Alex..." she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure, with emotion. "Don’t stop."

Serena wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him closer, deeper, until she felt like they were one person—entwined not just in body, but in soul.

That dark study room was filled the dark desires of the two souls, which continued for next hour as none of them wished to stop.

After a long time, Serena’s naked body lay slumped on his bare one as she breathed heavily. Alexander turned on his side after she was calm and let her lay on the couch. He looked at her exhausted face that looked even more beautiful to him.

His gaze moved toward the bullet scar on the top right of her chest, just below the shoulder. His fingers caressed it softly.

"Why do you like to look at this ugly scar?" she mumbled, her eyes half-lidded, looking at him.

"This is a memory of the day when we met each other for the first time. It’s precious," he replied.

She chuckled. "Precious? I was literally there as your enemy, sent to kill you."

"But you couldn’t," he replied. "My handsome face somehow managed to distract you from your goal."

"Don’t flatter yourself," she countered. "It was you who managed to hurt me, and when you saw my beautiful face, you couldn’t get yourself to kill me."

"I can’t deny it," he replied, gently carving her cheek. "You were beautiful, and dazzling with how strong you were. I was lucky that day, or I’m sure, with your skills, you would have killed me already."

"I am glad my skills failed me that day," she replied, "or I would have missed having you and our kids."

Alexander hummed and said, "Whenever my father said his grandkids took after him, I feel a strong urge to tell him that they took after their mother."

"What if your father gets to know what I was once capable of?" she asked.

"Either you will be killed right away, or you will be forced to train your own sons into what you once were," Alexander answered.

"Not going to happen," she replied. "I will make sure my kids live an ordinary life, away from this mafia world. I want them to grow up into fine young men, fall in love with the right women, have their own family with her without having any threat over their heads. They should have a free life, which we two could never get."

"It will happen, then—whatever it takes," he assured her as he pecked her lips softly, to which she offered him an assuring smile.