All Chapters of My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TatianaI push Hassan away from me with all the strength I have left, and he doesn't seem to mind. As I run for the door, Hasan stays back, licking his fingers clean and adjusting his cock into pants. I look through the transparent glass on the door, and when I see no one, I open it and sprint to both ends of the hallway. I can't see a shadow, and I start to wonder if I imagined that torch, or if it was real but wasn't from a phone or camera.At this point, I’m not sure.I meet Hasan at the door. He sticks out my back pack and head phone to me. I take it with a puzzled look on my face.“But detention isn’t over. Miss Treton would be back any minute.” I tell him, though I am already wearing my back and resting my headphone on my neck.“You didn’t look like you cared much about detention.” Hasan says, not in a mocking tone. I suddenly remembered the weird encounter with Miss Treton. Hasan is right, I could care less about detention or the one Miss Treton imposed on me for something I di

TatianaPanic swelled in my throat, perspiration coating my forehead. Emily stands outside my dresser, turning the doorknob in a bid to open it.“I know you’re in there, Taty. I can hear you breathing,” she insists, this time not only turning the doorknob but banging on the door in the process.I am about to fall into a full-blown panic attack just thinking about what could happen if Emily manages to open the door and finds her boyfriend naked, his hard cock springing free, and my face covered in his junk.Hasan prances around in my dresser, clearly unbothered by the fact that his girlfriend is standing right outside.“Hasan! What do I do?” I mouth, whispering nervously. Hasan shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and walks toward the door. He holds the doorknob and turns to face me, a corny smile creeping onto his lips.My eyes widen with the knowledge of what he is about to do. I lunge for where he stands, peeling his hands off the doorknob. He chuckles, a little too loudly, which resul

TatianaI spend the entire Saturday at home—a rare occurrence, really. I had so much free time that I finished my Yale essay, decluttered my room, set up an online store to sell clothes I no longer need, and even started making dinner.By five, I was bored out of my mind, staring at the same spot in my room. Emily had updated her IG story with a picture of her and Hasan. In the photo, he had an arm over her shoulder while his other hand held her face in place as he kissed her. Emily, on the other hand, made an annoying yet playful face as if to say she hated what Hasan was doing.What nonsense. Who hates something and makes it public, right?Sighing, I log out of Instagram. The time reads five-thirty, which means I have thirty minutes of free time to contemplate my life choices. But who wants to do that when I can log into you-know-which site and become a DJ?I move over to my drawer and take out my vibrator. Climbing back into bed, I pull the duvet over me. I go incognito on my brows

TatianaA scream tore from my throat before I could stop it, the sound reverberating in my ears like an echo. My breath hitched, my pulse hammered, and my eyes widened as I stared at my stepbrother’s cock, standing erect and unapologetic.Hasan, unfazed by my shock, anchored one hand on his waist while the other ran through his ridiculously beautiful hair, smirking at me."Hello? Tati? Are you there? Is everything okay?" Dave’s panicked voice crackled through the phone, reminding me that our call was still ongoing. Without responding, I ended it abruptly, my hands clenching into fists as I staggered back from Hasan.I pounded his chest—solid, unyielding, and I wasn’t just talking about his cock. Pain shot through my knuckles, warning me of my mistake, but I refused to let him see that I was hurt. I sucked it up."What the hell do you think you’re doing, barging into my room in a towel?" My voice came out in a harsh whisper, laced with fury.Hasan reached out, his fingers grazing my ch

I hear them talk. Really, I do. But I don’t give a damn. Their words blur together, meaningless noise compared to the only thing that matters right now—the one person I did all this for.HasanI hear them talk. Really, I do. But I don’t give a damn. Their words blur together, meaningless noise compared to the only thing that matters right now—the one person I did all this for.Taty.My fingers clench into fists as I sit beside my mother, who is currently arguing with the principal, negotiating a punishment I couldn’t care less about. I stare down at my bruised knuckles, flexing them, wondering if ice would dull the sting. Not that the pain mattered. Nothing did. Not until I saw her, knew she was okay.The door swings open before Mom and the principal can reach an agreement.Mr. and Mrs. Williams storm in.They look livid, as expected. But Mrs. Williams—she looks worse. Like she’s aged a decade in just a few hours. Normally, she’d greet me with one of her signature motherly hugs, squee