บททั้งหมดของ My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

TatianaI choke on my words as the masked man, Hasan, plunges dangerously slow into me, stretching every inch of me. He’s big, way bigger than I had imagined. I had felt him up, taken him in my hands, but I never, in a million years, thought I would get to feel him piercing into me in such a sinfully delicious way.“Fuck…” I hear him growl through his teeth. It’s a low, sultry tone, the kind that makes my walls tighten around him. He starts pounding into me without warning. I feel pain, but not as much as I feel pleasure. His growl is replaced with fast grunts that match the rhythm of his thrusts.“Hasan.” I try to move, but the restraints make it impossible to move my hands. His thrusts become rougher, pushing me upward until my head touches the headboard, twisting slightly sideways.This position is so uncomfortable, and the ache in my wrists becomes more prominent. But I don’t dwell on it for long because Hasan presses his weight on me, making my body dip into the bed. I can’t brea

TatianaMy steps felt heavy as I walk quietly behind Miss Treton to the principal’s office. It was my first time being summoned so coldly to his office. All the times I have been there, it was either out of my free will or because he called me to tell me how proud he was of my grades and encourage me to do better. It wasn’t normal for principals to do so, but I guess when you mom is the largest donor the school has ever had, people tend to suck up to you. I don’t miss the stares people give me. they look at me which such disdain and disgust that it makes me stomach crawl mostly from hypocrisy. How dare they judge me? As if their lives were so perfect and I haven’t caught them fooling around so many times. ‘Well, you haven’t caught them fooling around with family,’ a cold voice whispers in the back of my brain and it makes my foot wobbly. The walk to the principal’s office feels endless but by the time Miss Treton gently knocks on his door and steps asides, bile rises in my throat

TatianaStanding by my window, I see mom’s car peel off the asphalt of the driveway. After that, I barely remember getting dressed. It’s like my hands moved on their own; grabbing a hoodie, yanking on jeans, slipping on sneakers like muscle memory was the only thing keeping me upright.All I knew was that I had to move. I needed to get out of the house, away from the walls were slowly closing in on me and the silence that pressed on my skin like a suffocating layer. So I did the only thing that came to mind. I cranked up Beyonce’s Broken-hearted girl and just... ran.Which is ridiculous because I’ve never been much of a runner. Scratch that. I’ve never been a runner. P.E. class always left me breathless in the worst kind of way, red-faced and humiliated. So yeah, this? This wasn’t exactly in character.But my legs had other plans, and before I could talk myself out of it, I was on the sidewalk, heart thudding somewhere between my ribs and my ears.The air burned. My lungs felt like th

TatianaThe smell of fried eggs and burnt toast does nothing to settle the knot in my stomach. I sit at the dining table, a mug of lukewarm coffee cupped between my palms. I stare into the dark liquid like it has answers, unfortunately, it doesn’t. Actually, nothing has.Across from me, Hasan chews like his jaws are made of stone. Since I sat, he hasn’t shot a glance my way.Mom fidgeting by the stove draws my attention to the fact that I haven’t seen a single maid walk by. Perhaps, it’s one of those rare occasions where she decides to be a mom and cook for us. Except, neither Hasan or me have done anything deserving of her motherly love.When she joins us on the table, she doesn’t say good morning. She barely shot either of us a glance. She digs into her meal quietly, yet somehow, her silence is the loudest thing in the room.When she finally decides to speak, it directed at Hasan.“Hasan.” Her voice slices through the quiet like a freshly sharpened knife. “Why were you called into t

TatianaThe moment the door slammed behind her, I bolted. My heart thudded against my ribs, pounding so hard it nearly drowned out every other thought. I don’t even remember pushing the bathroom door open. I just remember the cold hallway air hitting my cheeks and the nauseating panic settling high in my chest.She couldn’t have gone far. Whoever she was.My eyes scanned the corridor, desperate for a figure, a face, hell, even a shadow. But the hallway was empty, with an eerie sort of stillness, almost like the quiet before a storm. I took a shaky step forward, then another, looking down one side of the hallway, then the other, still, nothing.And then, the bell rang. The storm finally happened. The sound of the bell shattered the quiet of the hallway like a punch through glass. And within seconds, it exploded with horny teenagers. Doors opened from left to right; voices rose in a tidal wave of noise. They streamed out in all directions, brushing past me like I was invisible.But th