Semua Bab Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Killian’s Pov The air smelled of sex, and her pussy juice soaked all the papers on my table. She didn't wait for me to clear them off before she jumped on top and spread herself wide for me to ruin.Her gown was hiked up to her waist, boobs falling out through the v-neckline as I pounded into her harder, and her moan… Damnit! resonated and rhymed with the sounds of our flesh slapping against each other.She was pretty tight for someone who was married or even had a child.My child.It was hard at first to convince her.She wanted me, and she made that obvious.So we reached a deal.Weekly sex to keep her mouth shut.It became harder, but at the sight of my dick, greed took over.Her moans echoed louder, and my lips curled into a smile.Orgasm for the fifth time.As I pounded harder, pulling her hair backward to arch her back and give me a better entrance, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, squeezing pressure into it.“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there,” she rasped, following my r

I blinked fast, forcing my legs to move away from the scene. My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in my ears when the guy tried turning in my direction.Nope. I didn’t just see that.I took a deep breath and retraced my steps toward the noise, the music, the chaos—anything that would drown what I’d just seen.By the time I got back to the main area, the bass had doubled, and the crowd had grown thicker. The smell of burnt rubber mixed with perfume and alcohol. Someone must have fired up a few engines because smoke was curling lazily into the air.Brian was already back with his friends, clinking bottles and laughing like nothing else existed. The girl from before had returned, hanging off his shoulder, her bright red lipstick smudged across the edge of her mouth.Guess I wasn’t the only one who needed a distraction.Just as I tried to relax, my eyes caught three figures approaching under the blue lights emanating from bikes.A guy and two girls by his side.His shoulders were

Riley's POVThe sound that followed nearly blew my eardrums. Tires screeched, smoke spiraled, and the two cars shot forward like bullets, disappearing down the long stretch of road.Brian had already pointed out that the black car with trails of green was Killian, while the red with trails of black was for the Bulls, but it was still hard to tell them apart with the sun losing its grasp on the earth and the mounds of dust they left behind.I could feel my heart in the same rhythm as the sound of their tires screeching as they swerved in between lanes. Brian's hand hung lazily over my shoulder, deepening my discomfort.He held a bottle in the other one, his lips moving towards the girl that had introduced herself as Lola.I couldn't hear what they were saying because of the noise, but I could hear her sharp giggles loud and clear.They weren't even paying attention, and the last time I queried, after he left for over an hour, he said Killian would always rewrite history. There was noth

Killan's pov Knox's mouth dropped in shock. “What are you talking about, man? You won the race — why would you give them your car?” he asked, wide-eyed.I sighed deeply, trying to calm whatever was brewing inside of me. “Forget it, man. Just hand over the keys. They won.” I bit my lower lip as the words slipped out. Thank God Riley wasn't in sight.He pushed himself up from the couch with the key in his hand. “When did you become a dick, huh?” he snapped, shoving me in the chest with a glare.“They were the ones who started it,” he said, jabbing his thumb toward the door. His voice echoing against the bare walls. “They started the fight to distract you — to win by cheating — and now you’re just going to let them have it their way?” He barked between heavy breaths.I’d never seen him this angry.“Look, man,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm because this could escalate fast, “the deal is whoever gets to the finish line first gets the prize, and they did. Just hand it over, okay? It

Killian's pov A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I slumped deeper into the leather seat, letting the cushion swallow the tension thrumming through my muscles. The office still smelled faintly of last night’s cologne and fresh paper—sharp, expensive, almost comforting. I dragged a palm over my face.“Today is going to be a long day,” I muttered to myself.I reached toward the desk to adjust the license file sitting crooked at the edge when the office door swung open without a knock. Knox stepped inside, wearing a green-and-white face mask like some patriotic ghost. His eyes crinkled with mischief above the fabric.I raised a brow. He'd never cease to amaze me. “What are you doing here this early?”He pulled the mask down to his chin and let out a soft laugh. “I’ve got good news for you, man.”I leaned back, suspicious. “Good news? What is good about my Bugatti Chiron being taken by thieves?”His chuckle came out rough, half scoff, half laugh. “Well, it would’ve been entirely bad… if some