Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Every inch of her skin felt too aware of him, the cruel stepbrother who had spent years making her life miserable with sharp words and mocking smirks. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Elara's body refused to relax. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother's vacant stare and the blood soaking the sheets. A sob caught in her throat. She bit down hard on her lip to keep it inside, but her shoulders started shaking anyway.

“You made me feel embarrassed and I'm sure your brother felt bad too!” “Stepbrother,” He corrected. “You think I would have that monster as my real brother!”

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

"Brian...please." He started rubbing my clit slowly, torturously slow. My body shoom, I didn't even care that anyone could walk by anyoment and see us. Well, it wouldn't be a big deal on his part, but mine? I was a mess and a "nerd" this would just make the bullying worse because he was my step-brother. "You..." I panted. "Are..." What was this man doing to me? I thought to myself. His rubbing became faster.

He spoke to his sons like they were in the barracks rather than at home and they were his newly recruited men whom he had to drill the codes of the army into. I loved that. That was something I could use to my advantage. I knew from experience that making threats didn't work on the triplets but I hoped I could get them off my back if I threatened to report them to their dad. I had found another weapon asides from the one that I already had, and I was all too happy to use it. I had a smile on my face for the first time since I had found out that the bullies from my past were my step-brothers as I went out for breakfast. I was already salivating on what the breakfast would taste like.

"I go where I want in this house. And right now, I want to look at my stepsister’s body." My pussy clenched hard. I could feel myself getting wet under the towel. This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. He bullied me every single day, hiding my books, calling me names in front of his friends, making me cry… and yet my body betrayed me every time he was near. "Zane, please…" My voice came out breathy instead of firm. He pushed off the door and stalked toward me slowly, like a predator. I backed up until my back hit the wall. He stopped just inches away, towering over me. The heat of his body made my nipples harden painfully against the towel.

"I'm his sister." She didn't even hear me. The hanger came down across the back of my hand. That one was the worst. I looked down. My fingers were already swelling. I couldn't bend them. When she'd had enough, she still wasn't satisfied. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head into the full-length fitting mirror. The first time, my vision went black. The second, the mirror cracked, glass webbing out from the impact. The third, shards caught my temple and cheek. Blood started running down, hot.

He would say to me every time I came back from school bruised because of the endless bullying. But one time, I retaliated and ended up wounding Maggie. I could still remember the smile he had on me as he ran his palm over my head. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as tears stung the back of my eyes before drifting apart to look at the space ahead of me. The chilly breeze hit me gently on the face and sent me to gnash my teeth a little. I was hella freezing, but I still wasn’t willing to go in and then come out. That would feel so weird.

“You really underestimate how much money my family has.” My pulse raced violently, then Ophelia snapped the question everyone was thinking. “Since when do you care about the stinky little nerd?” Xavier glanced toward me briefly, then his lips curved cruelly. “Since she became my stepsister.” Silence crashed across the courtyard.My eyes widened instantly. “What?!” Every student started shouting at once. Ophelia looked horrified, I turned toward Xavier furiously. “I’m not your stepsister.” His smirk deepened slightly. “Legally? You are.”

Instead, I just wanted more. His hand moved from my back to loosen the towel. It fell open slightly, exposing more skin to his touch. His lips blazed a trail from my neck to my chest, and when his mouth closed over my nipple through the damp fabric, I cried out. "Fuck," he growled. "The sounds you make..." This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. My mate, yes, but mating with him could get us all killed. Marcus would lock me away. The Council would execute them. We were supposed to be staying apart, supposed to be fighting this...