Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Stepbrother: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Jenna's POVMy mother is an angel. Soft-hearted, gentle, always smiling, and too good for this world.My boyfriend’s father, on the other hand, is a complete scumbag. I’ve never met him in person, but from all the things my boyfriend tells me, I already know I won’t like him. He’s cold. Controlling. A man who cares more about legacy and reputation than he does about God.And my boyfriend doesn’t stand a chance in that department.In a way, maybe that’s why we’re so drawn to each other. We’re both a little messed up. Both fighting our own demons. But we find peace in each other.He’s the wildfire I didn’t know I wanted to touch. And me? I’m the good girl. Always polite, always perfect. But behind the sweet smile and quiet voice is a girl who craves something darker. Something raw. Something twisted and thrilling.And my boyfriend... he gives me all of that. He knows how to touch me like I’m something precious and break me in the same moment. I love the danger in his kiss, the roughness

Jenna's POV. The restroom door slams open, sending me jolting and almost tripping on the tiled floor. I spin around just as I catch his reflection in the mirror. “What the fuck, Jace?!” I whisper-shout, hands braced on the cool porcelain sink behind me, heart pounding against my rib. He closes the door behind him, locking it without breaking eye contact with me. “That’s exactly what I was going to ask you.” His voice is low, breathless, as if he just ran after me, which he probably did. His eyes – those wild, stormy, maddening eyes – burn into mine like he's barely holding himself together. I open my mouth, then close it again. My brain is still buffering. “What the hell is going on, J? Why were you sitting there?” he demands, stepping closer. “At the same table. With my fucking father.” My throat tightens. He calls me ‘J.’ when he's angry, and calls me ‘Jae’ when he’s soft. And right now? I’m J. “Answer me,” he growls, now only a foot away, heat radiating off his

Jenna’s POV “Baby, are you sure you're okay?” my mom asks me as she tucks me into bed. “Yes, Mom, I'm fine,” I whisper, though my voice is cracked from all the crying. My eyes sting and my chest aches like it’s been stepped on. She brushes my hair back from my forehead like she used to when I was a kid. Her touch is gentle. Too gentle. Like she’s afraid I might shatter. “Oh, my darling,” she sighs, eyes glistening. “How will you comfort your friend if you can't even hold yourself together?” “Her father was a good man,” I cry harder. Hell, what could I have said? That she and her fiance are the reason I'm going blind with tears? I had to lie, cook up a fictional story about my best friend suddenly losing her father. I told my mom the man was just as loving as she is, to his daughter, told her my friend has no one else to rely on, and now my mom is barely han

Jenna~I don’t stop until we are in the parking lot, standing before his bike. I fling his wrist away from my hold and glare at him with tears burning in my eyes.“What were you trying to do? Ruin my mom’s big day?” My gaze drops to the bottle in his hand, and before he can react, I snatch it and smash it on the ground, glass shattering at our feet. “And why the hell are you drinking?! Why didn’t you show up, Jace? I sat there, waiting, looking like a fool while you—” My voice breaks, my chest heaving.“You scared the shit out of me,” I cry, shoving at his chest. “Do you know how worried I was? Do you even care what you’re doing to me? You disappear, you drink, you fight, you act like some reckless—” My words dissolve into a full-blown sob, my fists pounding uselessly against him. “I hate you for making me feel like this, Jace. I hate you so much!”He doesn’t flinch. He just stands there, watching me unravel, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and unreadable.And then, suddenly, he grabs my

Jenna~His pants hit the floor with a heavy thud, and my lungs nearly collapse, my hand still wrapping around the most dangerous temptation of my life, and now there’s nothing separating us from disaster but the thin veil of my own failing resolve.“It throbs, doesn’t it?” His voice is hoarse, raw, cutting straight into me. His eyes bore into mine, burning with a hunger that makes it impossible to breathe. “It’s the part you love the most… when you hold me like that.”I swallow hard, my throat dry, my muscles tense and unmoving, except for my fingers. They twitch against him, traitorous, pressing into the heat of his thick length. His breath fans hot across my cheek, his chest rising and falling like he’s on the brink of shattering. “I want to go down on my knees with you sitting pantless on my face, Jae.” He says and my resolve collapses like butter in a hot pan. I want to tell him to do it. My pants are soaking wet. Tears prick the corners of my eyes from holding back. My thighs s