Todos os capítulos de Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

JEREMYS POV.My throat was dry as fuck. Not like “oh I need water” dry—nah, this was full-on choking-on-sawdust, lungs-can’t-work kind of dry. Like my chest forgot how to breathe, like the air around me went too heavy too fast.Because he was here. Standing right there.Fucking Zenya.Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Not one of those fever memories I jerked off to when I was drunk and stupid and lonely at 3AM. Here. Flesh and blood and soaked in rain. Cold as fuck. Not meeting my goddamn eyes. Not even giving me a glance.I hated that.I fucking hated that.And then he just—he didn’t even speak to me. Didn’t even look my way. He was focused on Miguel, like always. Like everything started and ended with that stupid fucker.“We’re going home,” Zenya said flat like death.And I swear to god, my stomach curled . Like something inside me actually retched at those words. Like I’d just swallowed a dead rat and it wanted back out.I stepped in front of him without thinking. “The fuck h

THEO’S POV“You have any idea how much of your shit I had to handle? What on earth is going on? You spawn off, leave, you did not only insult me right in front of Cleo’s father, you also did not appear in court, you had refused to get in touch with your other—”“I’ll get married to Cleo,” I blurted out, cutting into Richard’s complaints. I gathered he had a lot to say, and as much as I was willing to let my emotions seep in, I wasn’t in for a father or son heart-to-heart, especially when I had ripped out his precious heart halfway across the fucking continent.“What on earth is wrong? You walked away, you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with her, and now I am to just believe you had a change of heart?” Richard questioned, his eyebrows knitted together. He didn’t believe me, and I couldn’t exactly blame him, now could I?“It doesn’t matter. This marriage would help your firm, wouldn’t it?” I asked again, low and harsh, refusing to have the slightest notion of respect. This wasn’

HUNTER“Are you getting hard for him?” a familiar voice called out. I felt my head ache, a sizzling noise thinning off my head. My throat felt sore, my whole body numb. Slowly, I parted my eyes, only for a gust of smoke to be blown in my face and assault my nostrils…I had no idea where I was. I blinked hard to focus again, a faint frown forming when I locked eyes with the same splitting image of myself seated idly in a chair across the room, legs crossed over each other, arms dangling over the armrest of the chair while his fingers hovered over his phone, eyes locked on me in a pretty bored expression.Then it all came rushing down to me—the room… the drugs… I had tried to kill myself. There was Theo, and then it all came down to this absolute bullshit.“Shit. What the hell have you done? Where the fuck am I?” I slurred, dragging myself off the couch I lay on to stand on my wobbly feet.“I couldn’t pull all the drugs out of your system, it’s been flushed out now, but you passed out,

THEO.“No… this… this isn’t happening.” I groaned, staggering away from him. He stood there, an amused smile on his face, almost like he was assessing me. No shock, no surprise. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he had run into me by accident. Pretty convenient, a day after day. After three bloody years, after that fucking nutjob had spoken, I’d expected this to happen.I stuck to hope. This would happen. He would come back for me, like a fucking daily mantra I repeated those words… and he’s here. Finally here.“Kotyonok.” Hunter called again, more manly, bolder. I didn’t… I didn’t get it. What the hell had happened? Why was he not saying anything, yet his pitch-dark eyes narrowed down on me in that same menacing manner that had my hackles up, a chill running down my spine, like I knew he would hurt me… but would he? Did I want him to?“I missed you,” he breathed out, one word and I felt my heart racing. I couldn’t move… didn’t move. I stood fixed on the spot. What was I waiting for? I

THEO.I promised not to break, not to fucking falter. I’d sworn not to falter or crack, to keep things so fucking professional. I was better than this… right? Right?I shoved my palms into his chest, pushing him back. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes on mine. He laughed at me, going for my lips like a fucking starved bastard. He kissed me hard, mouth sliding over mine, his warm breath, his taste… I fucking missed this. But no… I couldn’t be this weak. I shoved him off again, striking a slap to his cheek.He laughed… full-on laughed in my face, hands going down to unbuckle his belt.“What are you doing… what… what the fuck is wrong with you, Mr. Miller?” I sneered, yet I hadn’t removed my eyes. I watched helplessly as he roughly yanked down his pants and—fuck… shit… My cock swelled in my pants . My eyes glued to his half-hard cock… shit, he pierced it… fuck…With every last bit of self-respect I had, I tore my eyes up to his face, and of course Hunter was grinning widely lik