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Chapter Forty-Eight: Vindictive
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Nine: Its Melody
The harsh kiss that befalls me tastes of mint, the kind a senior citizen offers to a well-behaved child, only sweeter and terrifyingly more addictive.If it were not for the salt at the back of my throat as his lips devoured my own, I would have believed the realness of this moment.His hands lower to lift me.The feel of his bare chest against my own, my core pressed to his nudity, his warmth against mine, I cannot recall a more tender yet unbearable moment like this one before.He walks me to the bed, sits me on its edge and without a word, he falls to his knees.I want to protest at the indignity of his actions, but his lips find my centre in my hesitation.Like a starved dog, he hardens his tongue to rub against my nub before his lips wrap around my sensitive flesh.My hands find his white hair’s softness, burying its slenderness in its thick and mussed mass.He looks beautiful with both my legs on his large shoulders, though he’d look perfect with anything in his mouth.When we m
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty: All is fair in love.
Marko’s hands do not leave my flesh as he presses me harder against his body.The deepness his hardness penetrates is unnerving, though the position bears a slight discomfort; I rock against him as he wishes; each thrusting motion against him causes the hardness of my nipples to graze deliciously against his chest, his lips caress my neck in the sweet sway that makes my eyes flutter shut so that I can focus on the sensations.As if I move too slow for him, Marko’s hands press against my buttocks, encouraging the roll of my hips.The position is too intimate to sustain, but more than that, wetness I can only hope is sweat, trickles down my face.I shut my eyes to keep them from spilling more tears and bury my head against his shoulder. Still, his tongue finds the back of my ear, sending irritatingly ecstatic sensations across my body that causes me to withdraw because all I long for is space to steady my emotions.His tongue finds the fresh tears trickling down my cheeks.My eyes open
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-One: Bear my Sorrow
Marko N. I."I know who it is."A familiar feminine voice startled him in the darkness of his room.The entire palace was in disarray, his father was in the hospital, and his mother had made herself scarce.Who knew the death of a second wife, who handled nothing in the castle beside his father’s bed, would cause such a commotion?It was a pity she was pregnant, but even if her life had not ended at the foot of the main entrance’s stairs, there would be no future for her in the royal line now that she had defiled the council's rule."Alba?"He called as he turned on the lights in his room.It was six a.m., and he hadn't slept in two days, thanks to the chaos in the Palace."I said I know who ordered the servant to push her down the stairs."Alba, for her youthful beauty, looked terrible.Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair unkempt, and her clothes had perhaps been on her body for two if not three, days.She was not well.After hurling her fists at him, blaming him for not keeping an eye
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Two: A Lie
His eyes raked the letter Alba left behind again.‘Will arrive at the conference with Alpha Rhett-Alba’She lived with him, so why did she need to arrive at the conference with another man, especially one with a reputation as a manwhore.He couldn’t make sense of the note, and while the letter’s contents irked him, his hand scrunched it only to unravel it seconds later because he didn’t want to lose anything that had Alba’s mark.With his breakfast and morning routine complete, he made his way to the press conference venue, an area swarmed with more reporters than he wished to address. Yet even after settling in his seat, she had yet to arrive.‘I love you more’.His mind played her sound again, and rather than exciting him, the words elicited a stabbing pain in his chest.Christ, had he made a mistake? Should he have chosen her? But then, what would that mean for his image, for his mother?Choosing her would make him lose everything about himself, so…He took a deep soothing breath
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Three: My Business.
Alba C.His eyes were wild, his shock gut-wrenching, but more than that was the pale state of the reporters in the hall at his commanding and uncontrolled emotions.I squelch the yearning to soothe him that builds within me, coupled with a maddening desire to stroke his flesh and whisper sweet apologetic words.Did he feel this way too, or am I still the only one that softens each time he shows me such expressions?Is it odd that I would rather him be furious with me than hurt?But again, only an idiot can fall for the same play twice.Marko’s shocked gaze trains on me, warning that he was about to lose his cool, a pity because I wanted to drag this out as long as I could. Still, at this rate, the reporters might collapse under his abilities that require emotional stability for adequate control.My legs find their strength, so I stand, wanting to distract the reporters from their discomfort."Any further questions?""C-can you prove your engagement?"A female reporter in a green suit
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Four: One Who Sees {I}
What…in high heaven is going on? Why does the Alpha sound as if he is ready to throw hands?"Okay!"I yell, interrupting the preposterous scene unfolding before me.Marko will not leave until he has said his peace plus…there is more we need to discuss.“Alpha, could you give us a few minutes?”Alpha Rhett’s frown makes me uneasy, but he nods.I can guess it is because he fears us together, especially in a public space like this, but he shouldn’t. I know better.“I will wait for you by the car; you asked me to drop you at the temple, right?”Marko’s grip on me tightens; any more pressure and I might not have a wrist.Still, am I having a stroke? Why would he say that? Why would he imply he knows the Lycan is my mate?“Right.”I utter quickly before Marko’s tug of my flesh grows more aggressive.His car is empty, neither his driver nor security in sight, as if he had ordered them to clear out earlier.“Does he know?”I am not surprised that this is his first question, even less that he
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Five: Your Territory
The ride to the temple was quiet, perhaps because the Alpha uttered nothing, which was fine with me because my stomach remained in knots and my bones still quivered. In my state, I could hold nothing, let alone a conversation.I did not regret my actions; the memory of him dashing after another woman when I stood before him keeps reaffirming my need to bolster his misery. At this point, it does not matter if he howls my name in pain; as long as it is my name on his lips, then I would gladly set his world on fire.But it is precisely these thoughts that terrify me; I do not want his life in my hands. I do not wish to bear the responsibility for anyone’s life.This rejection is a good idea, but I wish I could get Kaisa to agree on the same."Say I ask you to behave, to stop thinking of the king as intensely as you are now; how will you react?"Alpha Rhett asks for the first time since the drive began."I will ask you-”I stop to clear the coarseness in my throat before I continue.“I wi
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Six: Marie
Morning reached far slower than I thought it would; then again, tossing and turning only makes one accountable for every ticking second. The open dome-shaped room I am guided to after breakfast is spacious and devoid of excessive furnishings, merely two pillows on opposite sides of the altar at the centre. Light trickles in from the open roof. Typically moonlight pools in from the opening during mating rituals at night, but even light from the sun is enough for rejections. Marko enters the room with his father from the other door on the opposite side. He has on the same loose-fitting cream gown I do because, before the goddess, we must all present in humility, with no jewellery, makeup or fancy clothing. Yet even bare, he still manages to still my beating heart. In an instant, the turmoil inside me vanishes at the realisation that I still…want him, despite the pain he inflicts carelessly. I want to cry, wail, weep so the despair inside me at what I lose from this event lessens, b
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