Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons

CHAPTER 3 – Forbidden Territory

Ariana's POV

Monday morning came too quickly. I stood in front of my closet, staring at my fitted white top and pleated skirt like it might bite me. It was just a basic outfit I wore to lectures something I'd chosen for comfort, not attention but today it suddenly felt too short, too tight...toonoticeable

"Ariana! Breakfast!" Mom called from downstairs. I grabbed my bag and headed down, each step feeling heavier than the last. The kitchen was full of morning chaos. Mom hummed while making coffee, Victor read the newspaper, and Ethan and Luca were already seated, dressed in their usual tailored jackets and dark jeans, the kind of sleek style you'd expect from billionaire heirs even on a university campus."They both looked up when I entered.

"Morning, princess," Luca said with that infuriating smirk. I ignored him, reaching for a piece of toast.

"We're giving you a ride," Ethan stated, not asked.

"I can take the bus."

"The bus doesn't come out this far." He drained his coffee cup and stood. "We leave in five minutes."

Victor folded his newspaper. "I'll see you all in class. Ariana, I'm looking forward to having you as a student."

My stomach dropped. "What?"

"Didn't your mother tell you?" He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm teaching your Advanced Literature class this semester. Professor Michaels retired."

No. No, no, no. Mom kissed my cheek, oblivious to my horror. "Isn't that wonderful? Victor's an amazing teacher."

Wonderful wasn't the word I'd use.

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Ethan's car was a sleek black Mercedes that probably cost more than a year of college tuition. I climbed into the back seat, hoping for some distance. Luca slid in beside me instead of taking the front.

"There's a whole front seat available," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you're back here." He stretched his arm across the seat behind my shoulders. "Besides, we need to talk about the rules."

"Rules?"

Ethan's eyes found mine in the rearview mirror. "School rules. About us."

"At school, you don't know us that well," Luca said, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. I batted his hand away. "We're not going to broadcast the whole stepsister thing."

"Why not?"

"Because people talk," Ethan said, pulling out of the driveway. "And we don't need that kind of attention."

"Plus," Luca added, leaning closer, "it's more fun this way."

I shoved him. "Stay on your side of the car."

He laughed but didn't move away. "Make me."

The fifteen minute drive to school felt like an eternity.

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My first three classes passed in a blur of stares and whispers. News had apparently spread that I was living with the Sterling brothers. Girls shot me jealous glares. Guys looked at me with new interest. I hated all of it.

Advanced Literature was my fourth period class. I walked in to find Victor already at the desk, writing on the board. Students filed in around me, claiming seats. I aimed for the back corner.

"Miss Cole," Victor called without turning around. "Front row, please. I like to keep my best students close."

Heat crept up my neck as everyone stared. I had no choice but to move to the front, sliding into a seat near the window. Ethan entered next, his presence commanding immediate attention. Girls straightened in their seats. He surveyed the room with those dark, unreadable eyes before walking straight to the desk beside mine.

"Taken," he said to a girl who'd been heading for it.

She scurried away. Luca arrived just as the bell rang, dropping into the seat on my other side with a lazy grin. "Saved me a spot, princess?"

"I didn't save you anything."

"That hurts." He pressed a hand to his chest in mock pain. "And here I thought we were bonding."

"Mr. Sterling," Victor said sharply. "If you're quite finished."

"Sorry, Dad." But Luca didn't sound sorry at all.

Victor's jaw tightened before he turned to address the class. "Today we're discussing forbidden love in literature. Romeo and Juliet, Lancelot and Guinevere, relationships that society deemed unacceptable."

Great. Just great. I pulled out my notebook and tried to focus on his lecture. Victor was a good teacher, I had to admit. His voice commanded attention, his insights sharp and thought provoking. But every time I looked up, his eyes were on me.

"Miss Cole," he said suddenly. "What's your interpretation of forbidden love? Is it more powerful because it's forbidden, or doomed because of it?"

All eyes turned to me. I swallowed hard. "I think... I think calling something forbidden just makes people want it more. Even when they shouldn't."

"Interesting." Victor moved closer, stopping right in front of my desk. "So you believe the forbidden nature enhances the attraction?"

"I believe people are drawn to what they can't have."

"And is that wrong?"

The question felt loaded, dangerous. "That depends on why it's forbidden in the first place."

Luca shifted beside me, his knee pressing against mine under the desk. I tried to move away, but Ethan was a solid wall on my other side.

"Let me see your notes," Ethan murmured, leaning over.

"I'm still writing."

He didn't ask again. He simply angled his body toward mine, one hand reaching across to point at my notebook. "You missed the point about Guinevere's agency. Here."

His breath was warm against my ear as he leaned in, his chest nearly touching my shoulder. His hand covered mine, guiding my pen across the page. The touch sent electricity racing up my arm.

"Got it?" he whispered.

I couldn't find my voice, so I nodded.

He lingered for a moment longer than necessary before pulling back.

"Mr. Sterling," Victor's voice cracked like a whip. "Do you have something to share with the class?"

"Just helping Ariana with her notes, Dad."

"Miss Cole is perfectly capable of taking her own notes." Victor's eyes flashed with something dark. "Keep your hands to yourself."

The class went dead silent. Ethan's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. The rest of the period was tense. I could feel both brothers on either side of me, could feel Victor's gaze burning into me every time I moved. When I shifted in my seat, Luca's hand brushed my thigh. When I reached for my water bottle, Ethan was already handing it to me. I was suffocating.

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Lunch was worse. I tried to sit with my friend Maya, but Luca appeared out of nowhere, sliding his tray down beside mine.

"Move along, Maya," he said with a charming smile that didn't match the warning in his eyes.

"Luca, what are you doing?" I hissed.

"Eating lunch with my stepsister. That's allowed, isn't it?"

Maya gathered her things and left, shooting me an apologetic look. Ethan joined us moments later, claiming the seat across from me. "How was your morning?"

"Fine until you two showed up."

"Ouch." Luca stole a french fry from my plate. "Is that any way to talk to your loving stepbrothers?"

"We're not.." I lowered my voice. "We're not family. Not really."

Something flickered in Ethan's eyes. "No. I guess we're not."

The way he said it made my stomach flip.

A guy from my English class approached, smiling nervously. "Hey, Ariana. I was wondering if you wanted to study together for.."

"She's busy," Luca cut in, his voice dropping to something cold.

"I didn't ask you."

Luca stood slowly, and despite being the same height, he somehow seemed to tower over the other boy. "I'm telling you. She's busy. Walk away."

"Luca," I started.

But the guy was already backing up, hands raised. "Sorry, man. Didn't know she was taken."

"I'm not taken!" I snapped, but he was gone.

I rounded on Luca. "What is wrong with you?"

"He was bothering you."

"He was being nice!"

"He wanted more than studying." Ethan's voice was matter of fact. "Trust me."

"I don't care what he wants. You don't get to decide who I talk to."

Luca leaned in close, his eyes intense. "Yeah, princess. We really do."

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The rest of the day passed in a haze of confusion and frustration. Everywhere I turned, one of them was there. Watching. Waiting. Claiming space beside me like they had every right. By the time the final bell rang, I was desperate for space. I went to my locker, planning to grab my things and find somewhere, anywhere, to be alone. The door swung open.A folded piece of paper fell out, landing at my feet. My hands shook as I picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

The handwriting was elegant, controlled:

"Ariana... don't forget who you belong to."

The paper slipped from my fingers. I spun around, scanning the crowded hallway. Students rushed past, laughing and talking. Normal. Everything looked so normal.

But someone was watching me. I could feel it like a physical touch, crawling across my skin. Was it Ethan, standing by the water fountain with his phone out? Was it Luca, leaning against the lockers twenty feet away with that knowing smirk?

Or was it Victor, visible through the classroom window, his green eyes locked directly on mine? I didn't know. And that terrified me most of all..