All Chapters of My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

HasanTaty’s hand moved slowly at first, almost like it wasn’t her own. Shaky and reluctant. Like she was forcing her fingers to obey something her heart wanted no part of.But I felt every twitch. Every subtle shift. Every single stroke against my cock, her palm fitting around me as if it was made to be there, no matter how much her conscience screamed otherwise.And the worst part? It wasn’t enough. It never would be.I needed to be inside her. The reticence I’ve shown the past couple of days needs to be studied.Taty glanced up at me, her mouth slightly parting open — maybe for an apology, maybe for another excuse — but the words tangled in her throat. My chest tightened, my pulse out of control, and all I could see was the image that had burned itself into my brain since the retreat: me, buried between her legs and the sweet look she had on her face when she lied to me.I swallowed hard, my jaw flexing as I leaned

Tatiana“What?” I blurted out the words, my cheeks turning into a full ripe tomato. Hasan, unbothered, perks up his brows at me while holding up the butt plug, bringing it closer to my face.I try to take a step back, but I remember I am trapped between Hasan’s imposing warmth and my desk. Left with no choice, I try to push Hasan away in a bid to step out of the physical prison he has me in.But despite my strength, Hasan barely stumbles back. A sinister laugh erupts from his throat. “You can’t fight it, stepsister. One way or the other, this is going into the sweet, puckered ass of yours, and I am going to watch in fascination as you play with that sweet little wet gash of yours,” he gently caressing my chin, tilting my head upwards and placing feather-like kisses on my chin that make my insides tangle.My pulse pumps madly, pleasure passing through me in a wave, all the way down to my toes. I love it when Hasan is so vulgar, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I stood my ground, ign

Hasan“You want me to fuck you?” I repeated Taty’s words, my cock throbbing at her entrance. The ache was sharp, so intense it bordered on paralyzing my limbs. Yet, no matter how much it burned, I couldn’t bring myself to push any further.Because she didn’t deserve it. Lying whores like her didn’t deserve to be fucked by my huge cock“Yes, please.”Her plea made me growl. Her legs, wrapped tight around my waist, jerked forward in a desperate attempt to make me pump into her. Pathetic. I’d had her figured out from the start, and no matter how badly I wanted to fuck her, I held back.“Tell me,” I whispered, brushing my nose against hers. “Tell me you’re a dirty little cunt who doesn’t deserve a good fuck.”She froze beneath me, her eyes wide open, her face slowly shifting as the meaning of my words sank in.“Say it,” I barked.Taty unwrapped her legs from around my waist and disentangled her hand from my hair, using it to shove me away.“Fuck you, Hasan,” she choked, her voice breaking

Tatiana“You’re glowing,” Emily remarks, taking my free hand and inspecting it before stepping in front of me to poke my arm.“You got some dick!” she half-yells, earning judgmental glances from a group of teens clutching their textbooks as they walk toward class.It’s my first class of the day. Emily met me at my locker, and we chatted a bit before heading to class five minutes before the tardy bell. And just like that, she decided to examine me like I was some kind of exhibit.Honestly, it felt weird having her scrutinize me—especially knowing full well what I did with her boyfriend last night. Well… ex-boyfriend? I still don’t know where they stand, but whatever the case, it doesn’t make things any less awkward.“Who is it? You have to tell me!” Emily demands, her voice rising. “Did he have a massive dick? How many times did you come?”I tighten my jaw and fight the urge to roll my eyes, trying to hide the heat blooming in my cheeks.As we near Miss Treton’s class, I shove Emily wi

Hasan“I’m sorry, Emily, raincheck.” I quickly press a kiss on Emily’s cheeks and disappear into my car without giving her a chance to reply. Ignoring Emily’s calls to follow after me, I peel off in my car from the parking lot.Tatiana had been weird – too weird for someone who had been fuelled by rage and jealousy barely minutes ago. Stepping on the gas pedal, my thoughts began to race a million miles with questions of what had gotten her in such a mood. She had been out of it, looking at her phone and running after someone in the parking lot.But who? It was after hours, and just three of us still stayed in the parking lot.I don’t realise I have driven right past a red line until a patrol motorcycle starts alarming behind me. I drive for a few more metres before looking for a spot to park. I roll down my window just as a man in his mid-thirties, perhaps, walks up to the side of my window with a notepad in hand.“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asks with a smug expression on