Lahat ng Kabanata ng 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ASHLEY My eyes snap open, wide, the moment I hear Caleb's voice outside the door. A jolt of adrenaline spikes through me, clashing with the heat pooling between my thighs. I slam my palms over my mouth, pressing so hard, desperate to stifle the moans that are crawling up my throat. But Jeremías doesn't care about the risk. If at all, the danger seems to fuel him. His thick cock continues to slide in and out of me with a relentless pressure, hitting my cervix with every deep thud. I can deeply feel his skin against mine, wet and raw. “I said take your hands off,” rainbow,” he repeats, his voice a low command. I look up into his dark eyes, my eyes barely focused. I shake my head frantically, my palms still glued to my mouth. If I let out even one sound, Caleb will know. He'll walk in and see me pinned beneath Jeremías, struggling for breath while my insides are being ripped aggressively. I know. I should be fighting this and telling him to stop for my own sanity, but t

ASHLEY I bite the inside of my cheek, inhaling silently. “I never wanted any of it,” I say, my voice shaky, betraying me. His eyes remain fixed on mine, low and dark. “You're worried about him, but I'm not. You're the one that wanted me badly, remember?” “I was drunk,” I say firmly. “It was a mistake. A moment of madness. And you took advantage of it, of… me.” I expect him to be angry, or grab me by the throat tightly. But he doesn't react. His eyes drag from my face down to the short, tight leather skirt I'm wearing, then back at my face. “We both know that wasn't a mistake,” he murmurs. “And we both know that won't be the last time either. If you're scared of Caleb's reaction, then you should have resisted, Bella.” “Don't say a word about this, Jeremias,” I plead, my voice on the verge of cracking. “Please.” He stares for a few seconds, then moves away from me. He looks away, focusing his gaze on the basketball net. “You want to keep it a secret? Fine. But don't thi

JEREMÍAS The door slams shut behind Caleb sealing away his annoying shouts. I let out a slow breath, the smile on my face fading. I settle on my bed, rubbing my face. From the floor beside me, I pick up a basketball—one of the many I had—and lay down on the bed. With a smooth flick of my wrist, I send the ball spinning on my index finger, the steady rotation satisfying me. I wonder how Ashley can be so in love with Caleb so much that she overlooks his own flaws and bad doings. When I had mentioned that Caleb had sex and was judging her, I had expected an outburst, or as little as a questioning glance, but nothing. She was silent, not even batting an eye towards him. Still, she couldn't hide her desires, not entirely. I had seen right through them last night—the possessiveness and passion that simmered beneath her careful composure. And I'm willing to light that fire and give her that raw passion she craved for as long as it took for her to eventually cave. She isn't som

ASHLEY “Not again,” I hiss, my pulse spiking. “Absolutely not, Jeremías.” His smirk deepens, turning into something more wolfish. “Take it easy, Bella. I'm not gonna do anything now.” I don't believe him. I will not believe him. It is impossible for Jeremías not to do anything. He is a man who loves chaos and impulses, and I am probably the bullseye he had targeted for himself. “Stay away. Seriously. I raise my hand to push against his chest, but before I can fully raise them, he moves. He doesn't ask and he doesn't wait. He leans in, his hand moving from my waist to the back of my neck, and presses his mouth to mine. The kiss is sudden, deep and now familiar. Just like that, my body betrays me instantly. Gosh, why can't Caleb just kiss me like this? It wouldn't hurt his pride, he knows? I mean to push him away, to scream, to shove the memory of Caleb's hug and forgiveness back into my mind, but I freeze. I go still, my hands going numb at my sides as I allow it. If I try to

ASHLEYI exhale sharply, the sound more like a hiss of frustration than a breath as I stare at him. “What the hell is your problem? What are you thinking? I'm not fooling around with anyone—and especially not your brother.” Caleb doesn't believe me. The way he sneers tells me as much. “If you're not, then why are you accepting gifts from him? Why is he giving them to you?”“Is that bad?” I say, my voice rising. “He's your brother, not some stranger. Stop interrogating me like I've committed a crime.”I don't know why I'm suddenly irritated, but I am. Caleb surges forward, his hand lashing out to snatch the box from my grip. “Whatever. You're never to take anything he gives you.”He rears his arm back, aiming for the trash can in the corner, but I'm faster. I lunge, snatching the box back from his grasp before he can toss it.“It's not your choice to make, Caleb. That's enough!”He stands there, clenching his teeth so hard that the muscles in his jaw pulses. Thin, angry veins appea