All Chapters of My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HASANFuck me sideways.Why am I getting concrete hard from staring at her? She smells like porched-up sandwich and she looks so messy and unkept that not even a beggar would bury his cock in her. But I am far worse than a beggar because my cock throbs painfully against my pants. And it hurts. Fuck me, it hurts in a way that fucks with my reasoning and the hatred I have toward her.And I am fucking pissed at myself, but no more than I am at the warm water that gets to caress every nasty inch of her body. And fuck me, how she grabs her boobs, oblivious of what she does to me…“Come here,” I don’t recognise myself, but my pride won’t let me clear my throat. Except for my bulging cock, I refuse to let her see what she does to me.“What?”“Come.” I take a step toward the bathroom. “Here.” She opens her mouth to speak but I grab her hair and force her out of the bathroom.“You’re hurting me, Hasan.” She protests, but I ignore her. It’s not until we’re in the room that I release her hair. T

HASANIt’s an odd sense of pleasure knowing that five years hadn’t changed Tatiana. Knowing that I could still make her whimper and unravel with just a touch of my hand or an object.When Tatiana finally comes down from the high, she frantically grabs for the chair and the desk in search of something to hold onto, but ends up knocking a bunch of items off, including the bedside lamp I had set, but that’s not what draws my attention. A bow from the gift Althea had given me for my birthday does.Grabbing it, I quickly wrap it around her neck, not giving her the time to fight me on it. She might think I’m done playing, but I’m only getting started. Tatiana grips the back of the tiny chair and props one leg up to rest on the seat while the other stands. With the bow wrapped tightly around her pretty little neck, I grab my cock and run it up and down through her sticky wetness before sliding the tip inside her. Fuck– for a slut, she’s tight. I pause, letting her tightness choke the tip b

TATIANAI understood then that if Hasan wanted to prove he could do anything to me and I would still stay exactly where he left me, then he had already won. He did not need to threaten me or shout or remind me of what I owed him. He only needed to touch me with that precise cruelty that felt like intention, the kind that lingered long after his hands were gone. What he did to me in that room was not something I could name out loud anymore. It was enough to leave my body shaking and my thoughts scattered, enough to make me feel painfully alive in a way I had not felt in years.And then Althea walked in and he kissed her.It was almost impressive in its efficiency. One moment I was still struggling to steady my breathing, my skin too sensitive, my head spinning with the aftermath of him. The next, I was watching his mouth press against Althea’s, watching his hand settle at her throat like he had every right to be there. The timing was not accidental. Hasan never did anything without in

TATIANAI tried to move again, stepping toward the door like leaving would somehow erase the tension, erase the heavy weight of humiliation that clung to me like a second skin, but Emily’s hand caught mine before I could reach the threshold.“Let’s meet up for lunch or coffee after this,” she said softly, her fingers warm against mine. “We need to catch up.”I felt my chest tighten and a sour taste rise in my throat. I pulled my hand free, shrugging her off as if brushing away the memory of some trivial inconvenience.“There’s nothing to catch up on,” I said coldly, letting the words cut sharp through the space between us. “We’re clearly not in the same tax bracket again.”The words tasted like ash on my tongue even as I spat them out. Emily blinked, momentarily stunned, probably not expecting me to throw such a spiteful fit in the middle of her store. Her hand lingered in the air for a second before she dropped it while I stormed off, feeling the heat rise in my ears and the sting be

TATIANA Of course it hurt.Watching Hasan kiss Althea like that after what had happened earlier in that locked room felt like someone had taken my heart and squeezed it slowly between their fingers.His hands were on her the way they had been on me not long ago. Possessive. Certain. Like the person in his arms was the only thing in the world that existed.I could still remember the way his mouth had felt against mine, the way his breath had warmed my skin when he held me close.And now he was giving all of that to her.My throat tightened painfully.I swallowed hard, trying to force the feeling down before it could rise any further. There was nothing I could do except stand there and watch them shatter whatever pieces of me were left.The sound of their kissing echoed softly in the quiet parking area.I turned away.My feet moved automatically, carrying me toward the nearest pillar. I slipped behind it quickly, pressing my back against the cold surface like it could somehow shield me