All Chapters of Craving Him, My Step-Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

IVANA'S POV Lecturer Nikolai’s lectures ended after two hours, then we went for practical at the Art room. It was the most exciting part of all his teaching. I love to draw and ever since the death of my dad fifteen years ago, it prompted me to become an artist. I promised to carry on his legacy even after his death, and I meant every single words. My Mom never wanted me to be an artist. Hell, she insisted I became a doctor, as her friend's kids all went for cool professions, but I disagreed. We had a huge fight about it and I left home for my ex-boyfriend’s place. I didn't return home until after a week, which after that, she approved of me studying Art in college. “What made you choose Art as your profession?” Gideon suddenly asked, as we made our way down the hallway, heading to the Art room. “As for me, I just felt like it is the most simple profession, and since I chose Art, I'm happy.” Aria replied nonchalantly, typing away on her phone. “What about you, I

IVANA'S POV Thirty minutes was over and we were told to submit our paintings.With my head hung low, I submitted the painting of my step-brother to Lecturer Nikolai, whose face remained blank like he wasn't the one who took photos of my painting and sent them to my step-brother.Luckily for us, scratch that, luckily for me, he didn't call us out to explain what prompted us to paint what was on our drawing board, instead, he kept all the paintings at a corner and stood up, eyes darting from one student to another.“You all did a great job with the paintings,” he started, his eyes moving from one student to another like that of an eagle. “Now, we would be having a group assignment. Find two partners, make your research on inspirations, then paint whatever inspiration you all gathered together. Make sure each of you take part in the painting, because when you come to submit, I will need explanation on how the drawing to place.”“One person should be in charge of the research, the second

RUSLAN’S POV Ivana Alex has me wrapped around her fingers. She fucking has me wrapped around her fingers, without her knowledge.I was a second from running wild when she was nowhere to be found.~~~~~~~It was a Saturday morning and everyone was up, but she wasn't anywhere in sight, which was quite unusual, considering the fact that she's a type who assists Arinzo in the kitchen every Saturdays.“Where is Ivana? She's not up by now?” Ivory asked, her face etched with worry.“Yes, that's very unusual.” Lara added, standing up from her seat in the dining room.It was time for breakfast, yet, Ivana wasn't up.Something was wrong somewhere. I could feel it.“Lara, go check up on her.” I turned towards my sister who was already standing, ready to leave for Ivana's room.Everyone were as worried as I was.“Already on my way there.” I watched as Lara climbed the stairs until she disappeared out of sight.One minute…Two minutes….Three minutes….Five minutes….My sister wasn't in sight an

IVANA'S POV With my heart in my mouth, I proceeded to ask. “Will you kill me because I disobeyed you?” A chuckle rippled out of his chest into mine. He fucking chuckled. “Kill you?” He repeated, taking his time to think carefully about it, while taking a drag from his cigarette like a dark devil that he was. “Of what advantage would that be to me?” He cocked his brows, narrowing his gaze on me. “I already promised to get you married to Jeremy in exchange for his clan’s support. His support would be of great use to me, so killing you would be a waste of time and resources.” He clicked his tongue, rising to his feet as he crushed the almost burnt cigarette on the table, turning it into his ashtray. Fuck him for that. “So what do you intend to do with me?” I asked, swallowing the painful lump that lurched at my throat. I was kind of relieved when he said he won't be killing me, but the second I realised that whatever punishment he had installed for me could be worse than

RUSLAN'S POV As angry as I was when I jumped into Ivana's room through the window, with my gun, ready to punish her by whipping her butt cheek until there would be no more tears left in her eyes, I wasn't supposed to be finger-fucking her.She deserved as much punishment as I was supposed to give to her not the other way round.Spanking her ass, hearing her muffled cries were all I needed to calm my fucking nerves down and get myself together, but finger-fucking her pussy?It sure as fuck wasn't part of my plan.There were many things that weren't part of my plan when I intended to fly into her room through the window, but when I did, the situation changed. It wasn't something I planned.Finding her in a towel with water cascading down her glittering tanned skin, wasn't part of the said plan.The towel barely reaching her thick thigh, was also not part of my damn plan.Now, I see the reason why it all led to finger-fucking.The way she parted her lips, moans leaving her mouth like so