Todos os capítulos de My Twin Alpha Stepbrother Mates: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

I felt my heart skip a beat and my soul drift.Michael squeezed his hand between my legs again. My body trembled. I wanted to struggle but didn't dare. I could only whisper, "Michael.""Tell me if you want it. It's okay."Michael's voice sounded rare and gentle. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in it.He gave me a light kiss on the side of my face, raised his knee to my already wet privates, and slowly rubbed me. "I'll give you a lick, won't I?" He suggested very seriously.I was a little dazed, and it took me a while to catch my breath.Did Michael want to lick me down there? A Lycan prince was going down on me.Just imagining it made my blood boil."No, you can't." My subconscious told me it was wrong, even though I wanted Michael to."Yes," Michael said, leaving a kiss on my lips as he slid down.I propped up my upper body and looked up at him. He had one hand on my hip, and his face was facing my private area, which had soaked through a large sheet of sheets.My eyes widened,

"What are you doing?" Michael didn't stop.I began to adapt to his rhythm. I calmed my breathing and said, "Mark me. Mark me, Michael.""Mark you?" Michael snorted. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me. His penis slipped out of me. Then, he let go of his hand. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his hip and pierced me with his large penis to its hilt."Ah!" I screamed.I had already gotten used to Michael's size, but after being so violently and rapidly invaded, I still felt a little uncomfortable. I realized what I said might have made Michael unhappy, but I didn't know what was wrong with it.Didn't Michael always want to mark me?Did he bring me back just to punish me? Did he not want me anymore?Soon, I did not overthink. Michael was rough, but the pleasure was double.His hot penis rubbed against every corner of my body, and then the deepest part of my body was hit hard. The pleasure came fast and hard, and my moans were intermittent and never stopped.Michael seemed to be

Michael seemed so mad at me in bed that I almost lost the concept of day and night and was completely addicted to the never-ending rush of pleasure.Michael would feed me food and water at some point, and I would mechanically consume them. Then, in between the sex sessions, Michael would carry me to the bathroom to wash up, and sometimes we would just go at it again, and then Michael would carry me back to the bed soaking wet.I didn't even get a chance to put my clothes back on. So it was three days and three nights of debauchery.When I woke up on the fourth morning, I was surprised to find that Michael wasn't there, and I was wearing a nightdress. Damn it! No underwear.After days of nonstop sex, I felt weak and sore all over.This wasn't a break at all. On the contrary, the physical activities in bed were almost as exhausting as that of a person out having fun for three days straight.I rolled out of bed and felt like I could control my body for the first time in three days.It wa

This time, being trapped felt even more suffocating than before. I was confined not just to a room but to a bed—a prison with a five-meter radius. I could eat at the table, wash up in the bathroom, and little else. The chain that tethered me to this small space seemed more like a mockery of my freedom than a necessary precaution. There were moments when I wondered if I could somehow strangle myself with it, just to escape.Michael wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t even give me any way to communicate with the outside world. No phone, no internet, no nothing. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to let me escape again. When I suggested that he at least let me have my textbooks and notes so I wouldn’t fall behind in school, he just shook his head, dismissing my request with a cold smile."I don't think you need that much space in your current situation," he said, gripping my chin firmly. His eyes bore into mine as he added, "You'll have plenty of time to focus on me instead of those

Michael's rough kisses left me gasping for breath, my lips swollen and my tongue numb from his relentless assault. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth, mingling with the water that pooled around us. I tried to pull away, to catch a breath, but Michael mistook my movement for an attempt to escape. His response was swift and punishing—a sharp bite on my lip that made me wince. Then he deepened the kiss, his lips crashing against mine with a force that left me breathless.He had me completely pinned, his weight pressing down on my upper body, leaving me no room to move. I was trapped, forced to accept his relentless kisses as he took my breath away, leaving me teetering on the edge of suffocation.It didn’t feel like a kiss—it felt like a slow, deliberate destruction."Oh, my girl, my little she-wolf," Michael murmured, his voice thick with excitement as he held my face in his hands. His eyes burned with a fervor I had never seen before.There was no gentle foreplay this time. Mi