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Chapter Forty-One: Good
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Two: Tasted
“Leave? You are leaving Ketria?” I ask, trying my best to understand the magnitude of her situation. “Yes, father keeps sending men to harass George. Our love cannot survive here, so we leave at midnight to begin anew amongst humans; this was father’s last chance.” Does she realise she is abandoning everything for some fleeting and stupid bond that can be broken should they try? “I had communicated with a reporter friend of mine to camp at Midland and await a miracle, but that you came before I even left is…such a relief.” Her face scrunches as a tear trickles down her cheek. “Now I can beg you, on my knees if you would like, and offer any compensation you desire for dragging you into this.” She finishes, and her entire body remains trembling as if her desperation is something only I can resolve. Her father was careless with his words in using the phrase ‘miracle as dowery’ because this will give her case a chance when her father eventually drags her back to the council for the
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Three: Misery
Marko ‘…You still have them, do you not? Have you tasted them in my absence? Perhaps pressed them to your nose to see if my trace remains on the ones you used on me.’Alba’s words still rang in his mind despite her already having ended the call.That he had smelled every one of the devices made it harder to keep his composure. Even with the gala’s chatter, all he longed to do was dash to her room and press his nose to her sheets, like he had the instant he heard of her departure; none of the toys held as much of her scent as her beddings.'Your majesty'He recalled her address of him, and a frown found his lips; he hated the title upon her lips; he would rather hear her say his name, moan it in the breathy ways she did as the flush of her skin screamed her arousal.But he no longer held the right to witness such a godly sight.“There you are.”Magnolia’s voice found him on the balcony; her gaze travelled down his pants, and a smile crossed her face.“Are you…”She teased as she trace
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-four: Everything
‘I do not know how I will repay you, Alba. I pray you find love and good fortune.’Beatrice had uttered those words and then slipped her address between my fingers before she left with her mate.‘Love’Again, that word haunts me today; while I understand its warmth and softness, I cannot envision it offered to me romantically by anyone.I wonder what such security in one resembles that they can utter the words ‘I love you’ to another. If I speak those words to Marko and mean them, I am confident he will kill me with that ‘love’.Not that I feel that way towards him; I hold my heart too close to let it stray to that degree. If not for the bond, I probably would not stomach being in the same room as him.But now that it is there, I yearn for his touch even when he disappoints me.Still, all that is about to end now: I should be overjoyed, yet…my heart does not move."I told you what would happen, Alba, but you-"Alpha Rhett grumbles, then sighs into his hands before continuing to nag.I
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Five: Good Boy
“I feel like I ask you this each time I lay my eyes on you, but have you lost your mind?” Marko’s voice booms at the entrance as soon as I arrive. I am certain he would not have yelled if I had walked in with his father, but the old Lycan went to city hall on account of my request. “Is that how you welcome one from a long trip?” I ask as I try my best to hide the anger clawing at me, it will do us both no good if we charge at each other this publicly. “We have to attend a press conference in your name tomorrow, again, Alba. Again, I must compensate for your carelessness.” He growls the latter portion of his statement as he nears me. His hands reach for my shoulder, but he balls them into fists before he touches me, aware that it would lead to more, more he could no longer afford. After a moment of visible hesitation, he clears his throat and waits for my response. “Then, I will see you tomorrow, right?” I ask, and his confused frown meets my gaze. It is not the response he e
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Six: Perspective
Marko N Ivanov“Undress everything but your boxers and lie on the bed.”Alba commanded as she pressed a kiss that tasted of scotch to his lips.He should have all his alcohol in her flavour.With a quick roll of his eyes, he did as she asked, only painfully slowly; he loved how her gaze raked his nakedness unabashed.“These are my rules, Marko.”She began as he lay on the bed, aware of the heat his body radiated against the chill in the room.“For starters, this is the last time we engage each other this way.”He did not mind that rule; he intended to sate himself of her even if it meant he would fuck her through the night.“Secondly, the minute the handcuffs break, I leave. Be it pre- or post-orgasm”.“That’s not fair, Alba; I am the strongest in Ketria; there is no way those flimsy things will last beyond five minutes.”He argued, but she merely shrugged at his words.“Then I guess today you learn what weakness resembles.”The curtness of her responses caused an oddness in his chest
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Seven: I Am
Marko N.Alba’s gaze remained a sinfully dark amber that called to him. While he wanted to trace his fingers on the outline of her eyes, the limitations of the handcuffs kept him routed to his posture, so he instead exaggerated the phallic movements of his mouth against her.He sucked each curve and wrapped his tongue against each bend of her salty slender fingers as she thrust them in his mouth hoping to tempt her into pressing herself to his working mouth, but she didn’t, merely retrieved her fingers and pressed them to her lips.Good god, but he could devour that mouth.The restrictions she placed were overwhelmingly annoying; if this was to be their last night, shouldn't he be able to fuck her till morning, till her collapse, till he spilt everything inside himself into her?Shouldn't he…Darkness claimed his eyes.She had lowered the blinds she had placed on his forehead while she was cuffing him."Alba, please..."He pleaded, but the plea was cut short by the feel of her tightne
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Eight: Vindictive
Alba CThe scent of mint and eucalyptus burned my nostrils to surprising clarity; I should be sated, I rode him till my legs quivered, and even still, I did not stop until the looming burst of flavour filled my being, yet despite that, I am still aroused.Despite the anger burning my veins, I yearn to have the strength of his body push mine to the door and ravage me to oblivion, but we are beyond that. I am beyond giving in to him."I- was scared, Alba; I didn’t want things to end, but I had to make a choice and-"He begins, but his words make my insides curl.“Wow, all I need to do is threaten you with sex, and you spill your guts like a fountain?”“Alba-”"Back away from me before I scream, Marko."“I am trying to explain my side of things; it is not all black and white!”"No, you do not wish to explain things. You want to give me an excuse that I may look upon you with pity. You claim you were scared, but do you think I wasn't? Do you think I uttered all that garbage at the cove be
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
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