Semua Bab Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Clara’s POV The car door clicked shut behind me like the seal on a coffin, trapping me in Nolan’s sleek black SUV. The engine purred to life, a low growl that mirrored the tension thrumming through my veins. I stared straight ahead, hands clenched in my lap, trying to ignore the heat of his presence beside me. The school parking lot receded in the rearview mirror, students milling about like distant figures in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Jenna’s concerned wave lingered in my mind, a lifeline I’d just let slip away.Nolan’s hand rested casually on the gear shift, but I knew better—nothing about him was casual. His fingers drummed a rhythmic pattern, each tap echoing like a countdown to whatever hell he had planned. The radio hummed softly, some generic pop song about forbidden love that felt like a cruel joke. He glanced at me, that signature smirk curling his lips, eyes dark and unreadable behind his sunglasses. “Cat got your tongue, Clara? Or are you still replaying last nigh

Clara's POV Finally, it ended. I volunteered for dishes, desperate for space, for a moment to compose myself. Nolan “helped,” of course, crowding me at the sink like a shadow, his body pressing against my back as he reached for plates over my head. His chest was hard against my shoulders, his crotch grinding subtly against my ass, the bulge in his pants evident. “Miss this?” he whispered hotly in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my neck. “I can feel how wet you are from dinner. Bet you’d bend over right here if I asked, let me slide into that tight pussy while Mom’s in the next room.”“Fuck you,” I whispered back, elbowing him sharply. But my voice trembled, my body responding to his proximity, arching back against him despite myself. The risk—the thrill—of getting caught made it worse, hotter.He laughed softly, a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Later. Promise. But first, let me taste how ready you are.” His hand slipped under my skirt from behind, fingers brushing my s

Clara's POV I obeyed, my tongue swirling around his digits, the tangy flavor of my arousal making me blush. He watched with that devilish grin, his cock straining against his jeans. "Good girl. Tonight, you'll pay for that slap."School brought no respite. The halls buzzed with students, but my mind replayed the car ride, my body still humming from the release. Jenna cornered me at lunch in the cafeteria, her eyes scanning my face with worry. "Clara, what’s going on? You look wrecked—dark circles, and you’re walking funny. Spill it."I hesitated, the truth bubbling up like acid. We found a quiet corner table, away from prying ears. "It's Nolan," I whispered, glancing around. "He's... he's been coming into my room at night. Touching me, forcing me... we had sex last night. Rough, filthy sex. He spanked me, fucked my mouth, my pussy, my ass... and then threw money at me like I'm a whore."Jenna’s eyes widened in shock, then fury. "That bastard. Details—tell me everything. We need to bu

Clara’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains like a cruel spotlight, illuminating the wreckage of last night’s debauchery. I woke with a start, my body aching in all the right—and wrong—places. My wrists bore faint red marks from the silk ropes, my nipples still tender from his bites, and between my thighs, a sticky reminder of his cum dried on my skin. The money on the nightstand mocked me, a crumpled stack of bills that screamed “whore” louder than his words ever could. I snatched my phone from under the pillow, the video file staring back at me like a ticking bomb. Proof. Evidence. The key to ending this twisted game. Or so I told myself.But as I swung my legs over the bed, a wave of heat flushed through me, my pussy clenching at the memory of his cock stretching me, his filthy commands echoing in my ears. “Fuck yourself on my dick like the lustful slut you are.” God, why did it turn me on so much? I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. Today was the day. I’d tel

Clara’s POVThe phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, Jenna's name flashing like a lifeline—or a noose. I stared at it, my body still slick with sweat and cum, Nolan's seed drying on my back and thighs in sticky trails. The scattered bills mocked me from the sheets, twenties and fifties crumpled like my resolve. My fingers ached from gripping the bedposts earlier, my ass throbbed from his relentless claiming, and my pussy clenched at the memory of his cock stretching me wide. God, why did it feel so good? So wrong, yet so addictively right? I reached for the phone, my hand trembling, but before I could answer, the door creaked open again.Nolan stood there, dressed now in fresh jeans and a tight black tee that hugged his muscles, his hair tousled from our frenzy. That devilish smirk played on his lips, eyes raking over my naked form like he owned every inch—and fuck, maybe he did. "Forgot something," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent fresh heat pooling between my legs. H