All Chapters of Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Clara's POV “Beg me, Clara. Show me how much you want this to end... or continue. I can feel how conflicted you are—fighting me, but your body tells a different story. You're wet for this, aren't you? Disgusting how easy you are to manipulate. Pathetic.”My mind raced, a whirlwind of conflict that left me dizzy. Part of me wanted to slap him, to scream and shatter the illusion of this perfect family breakfast, to expose the monster he was and the mess he'd turned me into. But another part—the darker, hidden one that I buried deep—craved the thrill, the way his control made me feel seen, desired, even if it was twisted and wrong. Guilt clawed at me harder, memories of Mom's hopeful smiles flashing in my mind, her dreams of a blended family crumbling if she knew. *This could destroy everything. Why can't I just stop him? Why does part of me not want to?* The shared university class only made it worse—we sat in the same lectures, his eyes always finding mine across the room, turning aca

Clara’s POV By the time the last class let out, my body felt like it had been wrung dry, every muscle aching from the tension I'd carried all day. I’d gone through the motions of lectures, sketches, and notes, but my mind stayed locked in that car, in that lecture hall, in the shadow of Nolan’s smirk. His words from earlier echoed in my skull like a relentless drumbeat: "You’re already his." No, I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. But the way my skin still tingled where he’d touched me, the way my pulse quickened at the memory of his breath on my neck—it betrayed me. Jenna tried to make me laugh during lunch, shoving fries at me and rattling off gossip about some frat party gone wrong. “Come on, Clara, eat something. You look like a ghost.” Her eyes searched mine, full of concern. “Is it him again? Nolan?” I forced a nod, picking at the food without tasting it. My stomach was a tight knot of shame and fury, twisting tighter with every thought of what awaited me at home. “Yeah. He’s... esc

Clara's POV “Please... stop,” I finally gasped, the words tearing from me like a lifeline, even as my body betrayed me, hips shifting involuntarily toward his touch. But it was a lie, and we both knew it. The heat between my legs pulsed with every teasing stroke, a shameful ache that made my knees weak.Nolan’s eyes darkened, that storm-gray gaze narrowing with a mix of triumph and hunger. He didn’t pull away—instead, his fingers pressed harder, circling with deliberate precision, sending jolts of pleasure through me that made my breath hitch. “Liar,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my ear, his free hand gripping my waist to hold me steady. “Your mouth says stop, but your body’s begging for more. Feel how wet you are? That’s all for me, Clara. All because of me.”I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hands still fisted in his shirt, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer. The kitchen felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of leftover dinner and his cologne,

Clara’s POV The house was deathly quiet that night, the kind of silence that presses in on you like a heavy blanket, broken only by the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. I’d tossed and turned for hours, my mind a whirlwind of the day’s events—Alex’s warm smile in the lecture hall, Jenna’s teasing encouragement, and always, lurking in the shadows, Nolan’s possessive glare from across the breakfast table that morning. *Ignoring me only makes me want to play harder.* His words had haunted me all day, a twisted promise that sent shivers down my spine even as I tried to push him out of my thoughts. Alex was normal, safe, a breath of fresh air. But Nolan... Nolan was a storm I couldn’t escape, one that thrilled me in ways I hated to admit. I finally drifted into a fitful sleep, my body curled under the thin sheet, wearing only my soft cotton pajamas—a tank top and shorts that clung to my skin in the warm night air. The creak of my bedroom door jolted me awake, my h

Clara's POV Mom beamed. “There’s our early bird! Pancakes?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving mine. “Sure, why not? Looks delicious.” The double entendre hung in the air, meant only for me. He slid into the seat next to mine, his knee brushing against my thigh under the table—deliberate, teasing. Heat flushed my cheeks, and I shifted away, but he just chuckled softly, low enough that only I could hear. “Rough night, Clara? You seem... tense.” I glared at him, my fork clattering against the plate. “I’m fine,” I snapped, my voice barely controlled. *Bastard. Acting like nothing happened.* But under the table, his hand found my knee, fingers tracing light circles that sent traitorous sparks up my leg. I froze, my breath catching. Not here. Not in front of them. Richard folded his tablet, oblivious. “You kids ready for University? Big test in history today, right, Nolan?” Nolan leaned back, his hand still on my knee, squeezing gently—possessive