Semua Bab My Stepbrother’s Masked Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Jennifer’s POV"Let go of me, Marco!" I yanked my arm back hard against his grip, but his broad fingers held firm, dragging me past the walking dancers and straight down the narrow back hallway."Are you out of your mind, Jennifer?" Marco hissed under his breath, his voice hushed and frantic as he cast a sharp look over his shoulder. "You don't go chasing Samantha down when she's in a mood like that. Not in front of everyone."He shoved open the heavy door to his private dressing room, dragging me inside and slamming it shut. The sharp click of the lock turning felt like a gunshot in the quiet room."She knows something!" I raised my voice, stepping right into his personal space until his back hit the edge of his vanity desk. "What did she mean, Marco? What kind of job does Marcus do? What is he hiding?""Stop screaming her name down the corridor!" Marco snapped, turning on me with wide, panicked eyes. He held his hands up in a desperate bid to calm me down. "Do you have a death wish

Marcus POVHer words hadn't even fully left her mouth before my body moved on its own."I am not going to run from you anymore."The sheer nerve of it set my blood on fire. She thought she could stand up to me in my own home? I liked control. I needed it to survive under this roof. But every single time I looked at Jennifer, all I saw was my father's sick hypocrisy. David sat at the end of the room pretending to be a soft-spoken, loving family man….like he hadn't destroyed my mother, broken her heart, and driven her out of this house years ago. Now he had a shiny new wife and a quiet, innocent stepdaughter to complete his fake little world. It made my skin crawl. It made me want to burn the whole damn place to the ground.So when Jennifer walked right up to me, pointing her fingers in my face like she had a right to occupy my space, my self-control snapped like a thin piece of glass. I didn't think; I just reacted in one quick, fluid motion. I grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her

Jennifer’s POV But I wasn't going to let him do that. I tried to fight my ways. From his grip, but he was strong. He held me from behind as I still tightly held to my wrist. "Ah, stop acting this way! I don't want you to know," I pleaded. If only he knew what I was avoiding. I was just doing it for his own happiness. The moment he finds out his stepsister is the dancing masked lady, he's going to kill me. His obsession with me would just die, and I don't want to be the one to do that. I tried to fight him, but now he was covering me from behind, trying to separate my hands from each other to see what was that. "You're hiding something," he whispered, his breath so warm next to my ear. Every inhale An exhale he took came out more sexually than normal, and I knew at that moment that I was definitely not in my right senses. I could feel his manhood rubbing me from behind, and I guess I was so fixed on releasing myself from his grip that I didn't notice it had actually been erected al

Jennifer’s POVAt that split second, my heart slammed against my ribs so violently I was convinced Marcus could hear it over the low, rhythmic idle of his sports car. My mind spun in absolute, blinding panic. Think, Jennifer, think. You can't tell him about Marco. You can't tell him you were just standing outside the club office window listening to him demand legal records for the masked dancer. If we connect the dots right now, everything is over.Then, like a flash of lightning through the terror, my brain seized onto a piece of information my mother had casually mentioned in passing during breakfast. The wedding. David is rushing the wedding in a week. It was the only weapon I had. I squeezed my fists tight inside my sweater sleeves and forced every ounce of my panic into pure, razor-sharp rage."Don't play dumb with me," I spat out, narrowing my eyes at him, stepping straight toward him before he could process his own confusion. "I'm talking about you and your father."Marcus didn

Jennifer’s POVI was so confused, but my phone buzzing again brought me back to reality. I rushed toward my room, slamming the door before answering."Marco, what's wrong?" I questioned, trying to fight back my tears and settle my erratic mood."Oh, a lot is wrong! You came, you left, and then you didn't call me back. I was worried! I thought you went to get something. They said you just scurried out, and now you're not back and you didn't even call me. A lot is going on because of you, and you are not even here!""Calm down, Marco, okay? I confronted Marcus….I wanted to, but then I couldn't. I could not jeopardize my identity, so I had a change of mind and I went home. And my mom's wedding is coming up, so all of those things kind of clashed together," I tried explaining to him.He went silent before groaning in frustration."I understand, okay? It's not like I don't understand you, Jennifer, but I'm in such a tight spot. I don't know what to do. I need your help. You need to do some