บททั้งหมดของ Bullied by my Stepbrother : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

His hand tangled in my hair, wrenching my head back before his mouth crashed into mine—hard. There was nothing gentle about it. This was a claim, a punishment, a need so raw it stole the breath from my lungs. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting down just enough to make me gasp, and he swallowed the sound like it was the only thing keeping him alive.I could taste the liquor on his tongue, bitter and burning, as he licked into my mouth with a hunger that bordered on violence. His other arm locked around my waist, hauling me against him until I felt every hard line of his body. I could feel the hammering of his heart, the way his muscles tensed like he was holding himself back from taking even more.My lips throbbed, already swollen, already his. The pain twisted into something hotter, deeper, and against my will, my fingers clawed into his shoulders, dragging him closer. He let out a low, rough growl that vibrated against my mouth, then bit down again, harder this time, like he want

Three weeks of detention. Three fucking weeks. All because of that green-eyed bastard and his plastic bitch.I'd never had detention in my life. Perfect attendance, perfect record - until Noah fucking entered my life."This isn't fair," Noah muttered as we left the principal's office.Nikki immediately clung to his arm like a leech. "Oh baby, it's alright," she cooed. Her voice was dripping with fake sweetness. "Look on the bright side, you get to spend two hours with me every day after school."I barely suppressed a snort. Spending two minutes with her sounded like torture."What, bitch? Jealous?" Nikki snapped when she caught my expression.I shoved past them. "Jealous of what? When will you get it through your thick skull that I don't want him?"Noah's dark chuckle followed me down the hall, vibrating through my bones. He thinks it’s a lie. He thinks I do want him. And the worst part? I couldn't honestly say he was wrong.Noah passed me but paused at the detention room door, gl

I shot upright in bed, Noah's phone gripped so tightly in my hands the edges dug into my palms.The video thumbnail stared back at me—my own sleeping face, pale in the moonlight filtering through my curtains.How?My mind raced. When had he taken this? Why did he even take it? What does he want to use it for? What else did he do as he took the picture? My thumb hovered over the delete button. This was why I took the phone in the first place. One tap, and whatever incriminating video he had of me would be gone forever.I continued to scroll through. His gallery was filled with so many screenshots and wallpapers. What else had I expected to see? Well apart from my pussy pic, i was expecting to see some nudes. From girls and him.I felt my cheeks flush red. Why the fuck should I be blushing at the thought of seeing my stepbrother’s dick pic.I tapped play instead.Big mistake.I was asleep, defenseless, unaware. The camera zoomed in too close, catching the flutter of my eyelids. Then

“Smart girl,”The words slithered through the air like smoke, curling around my throat. Noah took two steps back, then a smirk flashed on his lips.“Kneel.”What?My eyes widened in shock. "What?" The word came out strangled.Noah sighed, tipping his head like I was a misbehaving puppy. "I don't like repeating myself." He took another step closer, the scent of his cologne, something expensive and woodsy filled the space between us. "But I'll pardon you this time."His hand lifted to brush a strand of hair from my face. I flinched."I said kneel, Rosalie."he said again. But this time, his voice was firm and commanding.The lump in my throat turned to stone. My knees hit the carpet before I'd fully processed the command, the impact vibrating up my thighs.“Good girl,”Fuck. I hate how my body is reacting to this. I should hate it, be resistant, but here I am eager to know what he wants to do next.Noah moved past me with his fingers trailing across my shoulder as he went. The click

The memories all began to flood back in.I fucking admitted to wanting to touch myself. I fucking wanted him to touch me.I fucking arched into his hands like some desperate—Oh my God. What kind of magic did Noah work on me?I pressed my palms against my eyelids hard enough to see stars. What kind of sick spell had Noah put on me? My skin still burned where his mouth had been, my nipples stiff under my bra where he'd pinched them. And between my legs—Then the banging in the door brought me back from my thoughts.I nearly screamed."Rosalie?" Mom's voice sliced through the door. "Are you okay? You didn’t answer me. I said why is your door locked?"I scrambled for my shirt, then threw it in the closet. I wore my skirt quickly."Coming!" My voice cracked.I wrenched the door open. Mom stood there in her robe with her eyebrows raised."You okay? Were you asleep?"“Uh, no. I was in the bathroom.”“Oh okay, David and I just came back from a dinner in David’s company.”“Oh okay.” I said,