All Chapters of Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clara’s POVThe room felt heavier in the aftermath, the air thick with the musky aftermath of sex—my squirt-soaked sheets clinging to my skin, the scent of Nolan's cum and sweat mingling with Jenna's subtle perfume. I lay there, exposed and spent, my pussy pulsing with the remnants of his brutal thrusts, a slow trickle of his seed leaking out onto the bed. My ass still burned from the earlier anal pounding, a delicious ache that made me shift uncomfortably, igniting fresh sparks of unwelcome arousal. The bills scattered across my chest like confetti from a twisted party, each one a reminder of how he'd reduced me to this: his paid whore, his step-sister slut. Tears dried on my cheeks, but my clit throbbed traitorously, begging for more even as shame coiled in my gut.Jenna sat frozen in the chair, her hand frozen mid-rub inside her jeans, her face a mask of shock, arousal, and something darker—envy? Her chest heaved, nipples poking through her thin top, and I could see the damp spot d

Clara’s POV The ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, holding me spread-eagled on the bed like a sacrificial offering, my body still humming from the earlier torment. My pussy ached from Nolan's relentless pounding, cum seeping out in slow, sticky trails down my thighs, mixing with the fresh arousal that pooled there now. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me—Jenna, my vibrant, innocent best friend, on her knees in front of my stepbrother, her green eyes wide with a mix of shock and undeniable hunger. Nolan's hand tangled in her blonde hair, yanking her head back slightly as he shoved his boxers down with the other hand. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, still glistening with the remnants of his earlier release inside me. It was semi-hard but swelling rapidly, the head purple and angry, pre-cum beading at the slit like a promise of more depravity. "Open wide, you curious little slut," Nolan growled, his voice low and commanding, laced with that dar

Clara's POV "Take it, you filthy bitch," Nolan growled, inching deeper relentlessly until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her ass. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, his cock twitching inside her. "Feel that? My cock owning your virgin ass—claiming it like I claimed Clara's. Now, rub that clit while I fuck you senseless." She obeyed, her fingers flying to her swollen clit, rubbing in frantic circles as he began pumping—slow and deep at first, then building to a brutal pace. The slap of his body against hers filled the room, mingled with her cries. "Oh god, Nolan... it's so full, so dirty. Your cock in my ass—pounding me like a cheap whore!" "That's right, scream for it," he taunted, slamming harder, his sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts. "Clara, watch her take what you crave every night. See how her ass grips me? Tight as a vice—gonna milk my cum right out." I was mesmerized, my own ass clenching in sympathetic memory, phantom sensation

Clara's POV As the first tentative fingers of dawn clawed through the storm's remnants, casting a pallid glow over the chamber's disarray—sheets twisted like battle flags, bloodstains blooming on the floor like macabre roses—I lay there in Taehyung's slackening embrace, my body a throbbing testament to his drunken fury and my own fractured surrender. His chest rose and fell in ragged rhythm, the whiskey finally dragging him under into a fitful sleep, his injured hand draped loosely over my waist, the gash still weeping sluggishly onto the mattress. The scent of him clung to everything: blood, sweat, seed, and that peaty haze that made my head swim even now. I should have reveled in this moment of weakness—his vulnerability exposed, the alpha reduced to a snoring beast—but instead, a treacherous pang twisted in my chest. Pity, unwanted and sharp, mingled with the ever-present guilt over Lisa, her shadow lengthening in the quiet.My wolf stirred within me, her presence a warm coil in t

Clara’s POV The university campus buzzed with the usual midday chaos—students rushing between lectures, laughter echoing from the quad, the distant hum of traffic from the city beyond. It was a crisp October afternoon, the leaves turning fiery shades of red and orange, crunching underfoot as I made my way to the psychology building. My body still ached from Nolan's morning session, every step a reminder of the ropes that had bound me, the relentless pounding that left my holes sore and my skin marked with faint bruises hidden under my jeans and sweater. I could feel the ghost of his cum drying on my skin where I'd hastily wiped it off, a sticky secret that made my clit throb with unwelcome heat. The bills he'd tossed at me were crammed into my bag, burning a hole in my conscience. How had I sunk this low? Paying me like a common whore—his own step-sister. But fuck, the degradation only made me wetter, craving more of his twisted dominance. I scanned the crowd for Jenna, my heart tw