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Chapter 39; Finished What We Started
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Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 43: Celebration the day-off
Riley's POVThe sun blazed high, turning every chrome surface into a mirror. Engines rumbled lazily in the distance while I just stood beside our car watching. The air was thick with fuel, smoke, and the faint sweetness of spilled liquor.I swallowed hard, avoiding judging eyes.If I had known Brian was the man of the day, I wouldn't have come with him.Who in hell celebrates a day off the whole day?Isn't it for rest?It's been over five hours, and he had just left after whispering that we were just getting started.I sighed heavily.The best I can do is watch.Rows of supercars lined the stretch of road.Beautiful cars.Ferraris, Lamborghinis, McLarens, and more.Their doors opened like wings, music spilling from each one.Guys leaned over hoods talking horsepower, while girls in shorts and crop tops danced on the sidelines, drinks in hand.The vibe has never reduced since we started.It's been more.And more.But despite how fun it all was, one thing lurked within—A question Dr. R
Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 42: Not just any Woman
Killian’s Pov The air smelled of sex, and her pussy juice soaked all the papers on my table. She didn't wait for me to clear them off before she jumped on top and spread herself wide for me to ruin.Her gown was hiked up to her waist, boobs falling out through the v-neckline as I pounded into her harder, and her moan… Damnit! resonated and rhymed with the sounds of our flesh slapping against each other.She was pretty tight for someone who was married or even had a child.My child.It was hard at first to convince her.She wanted me, and she made that obvious.So we reached a deal.Weekly sex to keep her mouth shut.It became harder, but at the sight of my dick, greed took over.Her moans echoed louder, and my lips curled into a smile.Orgasm for the fifth time.As I pounded harder, pulling her hair backward to arch her back and give me a better entrance, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, squeezing pressure into it.“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there,” she rasped, following my r
Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 41: She fooled me!
Devan's pov Devan's pov. [Killan's father]The plane hummed quietly, slicing through a sea of clouds. The air was already cold as my fists clenched the phone tightly against my ear, jaw tight as Dr. Ryan's voice echoed through.My breath grew tense.I need to leave.This can't wait.I cleared my throat as soon as he finished. “Just hold on. Don't do anything yet. I'm on my way,” I said hoarsely before dropping the phone harder than I intended on the table.“Turn the plane around,” I bellowed to the lady who had just refilled my glass of wine, and her gaze widened.My gaze held hers captive, and she shuddered, almost spilling the wine.With how her throat bobbed, I could tell she gulped hard. “Sir?”“Tell the pilot to turn this fucking plane around. Now,” I gritted through clenched teeth, and she trembled, scurrying away in an instant.I barely held back a scoff.We agreed to start again. She called me Dad, like she had finally accepted me, but it was all a camouflage.Fake!She was f
Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 40: The Brush and Flowers
Riley's pov. My hands hovered on the doorknob and I took a sharp breath.I just need his hairbrush, then I'm done.My heart thudded in my chest as I twirled the knob.What if there's a camera somewhere?I gulped hard.There can’t be — this is their house, not an office.As the matted black door slid open against my fingers, a slow smile curled on my lips.If there are any cameras, I'll have an explanation later, but for now, I need that hairbrush.With a snap of force, it opened wide enough for me to fit in.And my jaw dropped.Beauty.The air carried that faint, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and musk — rich, masculine, but clean and warm.While the room was…I paused, letting my eyes do more research before concluding.Spotless and beautiful.Everything was perfectly arranged, like it was a hotel room.Pillows in line, books stacked by size, his cologne bottles gleaming in order on the dresser. Not a sock out of place.Weird. For someone who acted like chaos in human form, someth
Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 39; Finished What We Started
“Sir, I don't know. She seems very angry,” Mira's voice trembled over the phone.My fists curled hard against the phone. “Try to keep her busy with our latest designs, I'll get there soon,” I replied, and without waiting for her affirmation, I hung up, exhaling sharply as I buckled the last button of the crimson-colored tuxedo I had on.Roxanne Lockhart.My lips curled into a slow smile.I have you just where I want you to be.The first and proud daughter of the President, waiting at my office for our monthly meeting, since we were both unable to finish what we started years ago when Dad was doing everything in his power to override the Van Cleefs in every way while Stefan was not giving up.He had even contested to become Prime Minister just to get closer to the President, and once he did, he opted for a contract marriage between us to strengthen our bond, which was a blatant lie.It was to secure investments at his beck and call, then keep Stefan where he belongs.Even if he never a
Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother Chapter 38: Perfect little girl.
Riley’s POVI nodded softly to my mirrored self, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.Finally.Brown short pleated skirt, plain white tank top, and knee-length brown socks weren’t that bad of an idea. Even if these brown loafers made me look like a high schooler, I’d still put them on. At least high schoolers don’t wear makeup.So there’s a difference.Thirty minutes gone just picking out an outfit.I took a deep breath.It’s the first day of school. I need to make a good impression.A knock on the door startled me.Devan.He must be ready.Grabbing my brown cross bag, I draped it over my shoulder and left for the door. With one last look back into the room, I opened the door and—God!I bit hard on my lower lip and rolled my eyes as his stupid sandalwood scent filled my senses.I barely held back the urge to puke.“What is it?” I asked, half-glaring.An arm rested at the side of the door, another tucked in his shorts. Hair disheveled, buttons wrongly placed, and face still HOT… sorr
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