Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Marko’s first instinct was to turn to the first exit out of the highway, it'd mean they would delay in reaching their destination, but he couldn't push her away.Nothing in his being could push the blasted woman away.Her tongue traced his tip, stilling him briefly in his search for a place to park, but the portions of the road were lined with blockers.He had never been this desperate to park before, it was not that he was not confident in his driving ability, but nothing in him could maintain split focus when it came to her.The feel of her warm wet mouth parting to fit his full length caught him off guard, causing him to step on the accelerator.“God…”He uttered as his gaze darted wildly on the road.She may have said the headline as a joke, but at the moment, it felt like a reality.The feel of her squeezing him in her mouth caused a groan to escape him, but it was the way she sucked lightly, with her tongue cushioning from her teeth, that caused a groan to escape his lips.He ne

The scent of mint and eucalyptus floods me soothingly.The back seat of his car is spacious, but not spacious enough that it can hold our bodies together, yet, we squeezed to sleep for the night with his arms around me and my face pressed to his chest.It is morning now; the birds outside seem to grow louder in their chirping as if they longed for me to leave Marko’s arms and regain my sanity.For all my exhaustion, sleep did not find me, while he rested like an angel, occasionally stuffing his nose in my damp hair—I had to rinse it with bottled water from his dashboard—I spent the night watching him.My eyes, for the nth time, take in the length of his lashes, he is too handsome to be this careless with his words, but it must be my fault for being weak against him.Despite the thoughts roaming my mind, I nuzzle my face into his chest and listen for his heartbeat.Its loudness makes the perfect ASMR background, especially with his breathing.His body radiates enough heat that I do not

The restaurant’s walls were lined with parasitic plants that maintained their bright green even in the desert heat, so air-conditioning for the win. I like the earthen feel the plants give the restaurant, and while their choice of lighting was a warm yellow meant to appear soothing, I feel anything but soothed.I have only ever read of terms like ‘cuckold’ in books or really layered pornos, yet I am about to enter such an arrangement.Well, I guess there is a first for everything; still, I should appreciate that Rhett looks more nervous than I do.This is the third time he has picked up and dropped his fork; our meal has yet to arrive, so he should not have any business with the cutlery yet-How cute, like a schoolboy meeting his crush.No.I shouldn't think this way; our time together could be coming to an end; I mean, how long would they let me interfere in their heaven-bound match? A few months max if I make my presence too noticeable.Yet again, I will have to minimise my presence

"What?""Stay with me, Alba. If you go to him right now- he isn't stable, and you might-""Isn’t that precisely why I should be with him?"The ringing in my ears only seems to increase the more he speaks."Alba!"I start for the door, but his hand on my forearm is quick.“Rhett, I-I have to go.”The tremble in my voice gives away my desperation; I shouldn’t feel this terribly for something- someone I want nothing to do with yet…"I'll reject her, so pick me. I will not leave you."“What?”What in God’s name is he talking about?Why would he bring this up now?“I have to go!”“I am ready to drop everything for you, Alba, so please, please, don’t go.”"You are not rejecting her in my name but your fathers. Don't pin this on me! Don’t make me responsible for your choices."“But I want you! I-”His hand on mine trembles, perhaps with more desperation than my voice.“I want you to stay as my Luna, as my wife, stay by my side Alba. All I ask is that you don’t go to him now; wait until the f

An eerie agony filled him when he woke up alone in the car. It was stupid that he expected her to be there.He had fallen asleep with a sense of joy his mother had warned about, awakening to the emptiness in his arms and in an instant, his joy was reduced to an illusion.Yet again, she left him.Yet again, he woke up alone when he was certain he had her.He had gotten nothing, not even a note on her departure—only an announcement from Magnolia two days later that she had decided to visit Mist with her fiancé to work on a project whose end was predicted in a decade; he couldn’t even summon her back to the capital because her arrival had been presented with rainfall that had been journaled by the news team as ‘miraculous’.She would always leave him whenever he turned away from her, he realised belatedly. Even his dreams were punctuated by her absence.His days grew heavier and duller the more she thrived in Mist. He lived on her image in the newspaper and their six-month promise. He wo