All Chapters of Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Clara's POV The building was quieter now, most classes in full swing, the distant hum of lectures filtering through the walls like a muffled backdrop to my racing heart. I slipped into the men's bathroom on the third floor—the one Nolan had dragged me into before, tucked away in a rarely trafficked corner of the old wing, its fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. The air was cool and sterile, scented with faint bleach and the echo of dripping faucets, but my body was on fire, heat pooling between my thighs as I leaned against the cold porcelain sink. My fingers trembled as I pulled out my phone, texting him with desperate urgency: "Bathroom. Now. Need you." I hit send, then shoved the phone away, my hand instinctively slipping under the waistband of my jeans, fingers finding my swollen clit and circling it slowly, teasingly. The mirror in front of me reflected my flushed cheeks, my dark hair tousled from running my hands through it in frustration, and my nipples straining aga

Clara's POV I lingered on the sink for what felt like an eternity, my body still humming from the aftershocks of Nolan's brutal possession. The cold porcelain pressed against my palms, grounding me as the world spun in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and dawning regret. Cum cooled on my skin, sticky trails dripping from my chin onto my exposed breasts, where his bite marks bloomed like forbidden flowers—red and purple welts that throbbed with every heartbeat, each pulse a reminder of how deeply he'd claimed me. The mirror taunted me with my reflection: hair a wild, tangled mess from his fingers gripping it like reins, lips swollen and bruised from his rough kisses, his fingers shoving deep into my mouth to silence my cries. My thighs were marked with his teeth like territorial claims, indentations that would bruise tomorrow, making every step a painful echo of his dominance. I stared at myself, this disheveled version of Clara—the straight-A student, the girl who once dreamed of esc

Clara's POV The morning sun filtered through Jenna’s curtains, casting soft stripes across the room. I woke to the smell of her lavender-scented sheets and the faint hum of her fan, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous day. My body ached—Nolan’s bites and bruises pulsed with a dull pain, a physical reminder of how far I’d fallen. But lying there, next to Jenna’s steady breathing, I felt a flicker of resolve. Today was a new day. I wouldn’t let him pull me back into his orbit.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Jenna, and checked my phone. Three missed calls from Nolan and a string of texts, each more demanding than the last:*“Where the fuck are you, Clara?”* *“You think you can ghost me? I own you.”* *“Get home now, or I’ll make you regret it.”*My stomach churned, but I deleted the messages without responding. Jenna was right—cold turkey was the only way. I blocked his number, my finger hovering over the confirm button for a moment before pressing it. Th

Clara's POV "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Or I’ll do it for you." I hesitated, my hands trembling as I peeled off Jenna’s borrowed shirt, revealing the lacy bra underneath—black, sheer, the one he’d bought me weeks ago during one of his "generous" moods. His eyes devoured me, raking over my exposed skin like he was starving. His cock twitched under the towel, now fully hard and straining against the fabric. He let the towel drop completely, pooling at his feet, revealing his thick, veined length—standing proud, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his fist pumping up and down as he watched me. “That’s right. Show me those perky tits you hid from me last night. You think Jenna could make you feel like this? Make your cunt drip like I do?” My cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal. Why was I doing this? Why wasn't I screaming, running? But my body remembered—craved—the way he took control. I unhooked the bra, let

Clara's POV "You're a mess already, Clara. But we're just getting started. Tell me how much you love my teasing tongue." I hesitated, shame flooding me. "I... I love it," I admitted softly, hating the truth in it. My body trembled, not just from the cold, but from the way his words chipped away at my defenses. He was teasing me not just physically, but emotionally—reminding me of my weakness, my addiction to his touch. He grinned, victorious, and grabbed another scoop. This time, he dragged it down my stomach, painting a cold path from my navel to my pubic bone. The cream melted quickly on my heated skin, trickling toward my thighs. "Spread wider, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy." His hands pushed my legs apart further, and he smeared the ice cream directly onto my inner thighs, close enough to my folds that I clenched in anticipation. The cold was shocking there, making my muscles tense. "Look at you squirming. So sensitive. Bet your clit's throbbing for me." "It is... fuck