All Chapters of CRUEL DESIRES: MY BULLY TURNED STEP BROTHER : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Gabriel's POV But the blow never came. Instead, a horrific, heavy thud echoed through the air. Smack. Smack. The sound of flesh violently colliding with flesh was deafening. My eyes snapped open, and Derek was there. I hadn't even seen him arrive, but he was already on top of Edward, pinning him flat to the floor with his face completely distorted into pure unadulterated rage. His knuckles were raining down on Edward’s face in a rapid brutal, bone crushing punch. Everyone in the hallway froze, completely paralyzed by the sheer violence of it. Edward's friends were already scrambling backward into the crowd, too totally terrified to interfere. A sick, twisted part of me was actually enjoying it at first. God, I hated that dick. Seeing him get absolutely demolished on the dirty tiles felt like a long overdue piece of justice. But Derek wasn't stopping. The reality hit me all at once.....Derek might actually kill him by mistake. I hesitated for one terrifying second bef

Gabriel's POV "Can you please tell me where the hell you're taking me to?" Derek didn't turn his head. His eyes stayed glued to the road ahead, his jaw locked in that stubborn rigid line I knew all too well. When his face went tight like that, it usually meant he was up to something I wouldn't like at all. Not like he has ever done anything I liked anyway. "Well I have somewhere important to be," he said, his voice flat, completely dismissing my attitude. "That is why I want to drop you off with Erica." "Drop me off?" My voice climbed a notch, cracking slightly under the sudden spike of annoyance. I stared at him, my hands flying up in pure frustration because I couldn't understand what he meant by that. "Am I in kindergarten, Derek? You can leave me at home....like I was basically lying on my bed comfortable in my own space." I gestured toward the window, throwing my hand out to emphasize my point, but he barely flinched. He just kept his large hands wrapped tight around th

Gabriel's POV Derek was driving me home, and it was already past 10:00 PM. The dashboard lights cast a faint, dim glow over his face, making his jaw look even sharper than usual. Honestly, I had no idea he would still come all the way to pick me up tonight. He was unusually quiet, staring straight ahead with this heavy, unreadable expression. Well, so was I. My tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I just couldn't stop thinking about what Erica asked me earlier in her dorm. My skin still felt hot from the sheer panic of it. I had denied it totally right there, forcing a laugh like it was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. I told her there was absolutely nothing to worry about, wrapping it up in pretty lies, telling her they were just misconceptions from people who had nothing better to do with their lives. But God, my fingers had been trembling so bad. I turned my head slightly to look at Derek. His eyes were so fixed on the dark road, his hands gripping the steering wheel

Gabriel's POV "Arghh!" I gripped the table tightly, my fingers digging on the wood as Derek kept fucking me with a brutal force he had never used before. My bare chest slammed flat against the cold, polished desk with every single heavy thrust, knocking the air straight out of my lungs. The room was filled with the frantic sounds of our colliding bodies, his low, animalistic growls vibrating against my back as my own ragged moans drowned out the room. It was deafening. The wet noise bounced sharply off the dressing room mirrors, filling my ears until my mind went completely blank. He suddenly gripped my neck and yanked me toward him, as my legs was still wide spread. His fingers locked around the back of my neck like a vice, pulling my upper body back until my spine arched painfully. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as he drove himself all the way in, stretching me completely past my limit. Fuck, making Derek mad was totally the best thing I have done today, I was seein

Gabriel's POV The dining room was so quiet you could hear the microscopic scrape of metal against porcelain every time someone moved their hand. I kept my eyes glued down to my plate, pushing a piece of broccoli around in small, meaningless circles just to look busy. Across the table, my mom sat perfectly straight cutting her meat neatly. Next to her, Derek’s dad, Mr. Miller, was eating with a slow, precision that always made me feel like he was calculating the net worth of everything in the room, including us. Ehm. Ehmm. Mr. Miller cleared his throat, the sound sharp and sudden in the quiet room. I didn't want to look up, but my neck moved out of pure survival instinct. Beside me, Derek didn't even pause his chewing. He looked completely detached, like he was watching a boring movie instead of sitting at his own family dinner. Mr. Miller picked up his glass, took a slow deep gulp of water, and set it down. He dropped his spoon and fork onto his empty plate. He leaned his forea