บททั้งหมดของ Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

.THEO.My fingers itched, an anger beneath the surface as I stood by the door, tapping my feet slightly. I could hear him draw closer. I listened as he unlocked the door, and I walked in.“Good morning, baby,” I greeted, pushing into the house. Marcus shut the door hurriedly, his eyes scanning the room for any fault I might pick.“Don’t you have school today? Dropping by is a little—”“Random?” I questioned, cutting coldly into his words. Perhaps it was best he began weighing words before he sorted them out to me. I caught a whiff of feminine scent in the air, a nauseating perfume that made my insides churn, eyes dropping back to him.“She delivered food, nothing else, I swear. You can check the door cam footage. No one had been here since that night. It was you who had cancelled out on me randomly.” I softened my demeanor immediately. He was right. I did owe him. After all, I’d gotten way too distracted by that good-for-nothing cockwhore.“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m here now, am I not

THEOShit. Fuuuucccckkkkkkk.“Patch him up a little better,” I grumbled next to the nurse, watching Hunter lie back as she stitched his jaw. She had applied some ointment, bandaged the side of his face, but according to her, the cut on his jaw needed to be stitched fast to prevent a further wound.What I didn’t understand was how the bastard stayed relaxed with no anesthetic of any sort. Didn’t even flinch or blink wrong. Didn’t this shit hurt?“It’s all done. You can proceed to get the drugs listed and come back in a week to remove the stitches. He should be fine,” the nurse explained, and I nodded, whispering a faint thank you.The nurse walked away, leaving Hunter to gather his belongings while I stood there, stuck, contemplating my choices.I needed him. I needed the fucker who had laid his birth, had slid over that smug smile. I wanted nothing better than to gut him right now and feed him his entrails, but I couldn’t, because my sponsors had asked me to come, and they needed to

THEOI can’t believe I had done that. I mean, yes, I didn’t have a choice, did I? I… I was cornered into it, that explains it. It was either I sucked him off or I lost my sponsorship, which I worked so hard for. Anyways, I didn’t like this new progress. It made me feel a tad bit nervous. I didn’t need to suck him off so good and swallow every bit of his cum. I even came in my pants from blowing the fucker off.“We’re here,” the driver spoke, pulling to a halt. I swallowed coldly and harshly, walking from the car. I could hear Hunter slamming the end to his side. We both stood side by side, standing before the massive house, people walking and chatting in low tones, the wit of the white.“Hey, relax, man. It’s just a party, not a fucking funeral. What’s with that look on your face?” Hunter asked, letting his hands ruffle through my hair. I snarled at him. He grinned, letting his hands drop down to the base of my back.I raised my hands about to slap him off when I spotted Marco strutti

THEO.Sudden disgust pooled in my belly as soon as I recalled all that had happened last night. I groaned, rubbing my palms over my face, my heart slamming hard, my head throbbing heavily. Fuck. I felt like roadkill. I’d never drunk that much. I always wanted to stay in shape for hockey games and all. This? Bullshit.Besides that, what the hell was wrong with Hunter? He’d been raging about how he wanted to fuck me or I fuck him… we don’t know the dynamic yet, and the one time I literally throw my ass to him, he’ll pull some sophisticated shit like that? How the fuck would I face him now? I feel like a fucking whore. Fuck.The doorbell rang, drawing me out of my thoughts. I crunched up my nose in further disgust. I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone anymore. I checked my phone—it was a Saturday night. We leave for the game tomorrow. Another dread filled my belly, tying it in knots as I tried shoving it away.The doorbell rang again. And then again. Until I felt so irritated I shot to my f

THEO’S POVEach time I parted my eyes, I saw Hunter and Jamal locking eyes, flirting, being touchy. It all grated down on my fucking nerves. They’d gone out as soon as we settled into the rooms, and it’s been a few minutes since they returned, both drunk, yet having conversations like they’d been best buddies for years.“Do you both mind? I’m trying to sleep here,” I groaned, the words ripping free with such animosity from my lips. Jamal seemed startled by my sudden demand, but if anything, Hunter looked pleased to have finally gotten a rise out of me. I had ignored him all through, taking on the offensive, acting like I hadn’t begged him to fuck me while he asked me to have a little self-respect. I’d acted all pissy and moody like a whiny, pathetic bitch just so he wouldn’t be the angry one, just so he would feel like shit and worry about me cutting him off.“Well, absolutely not. We do not mind. The room belongs to three, or you’d rather take this up with Coach?” Hunter asked, his v