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Chapter One-Forty-Three: Oh?
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Four: Anything Like
Marko "Come with me." Marko uttered, trying his best to maintain the steadiness in his voice. Her gaze turned to the water; then again, she slid her body onto his so that her butt was to his groin and her gaze back to the ceiling. He did not wish to assume that her turning away from him was a form of rejection, but…he knew. Yet, despite the ache in his chest, he still craved her. His hands left her waist to part the cheeks of her buttocks so that his length rested between her tight warmth. He hardened instantly. She felt him; she must have for a breathy moan slid past her lips. "Come with me to Ketria, Alba." He asked again, this time grinding his length against her flesh. "No." He stilled at her answer. He knew she would turn him down, yet he couldn’t help the anger bubbling within him, begging him to ask if she intended to keep Milos from him or if she would flee in his absence. Petty questions considering the conversation they had, but he couldn’t help it. He was still
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Five: I Mean
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The sun’s set across the horizon casts a peachy sort of orange glow on the sky, and though I wish my focus could remain on the beauty, it is on the landed, sleek private plane resting on the runway.I know they are performing the final checks, yet I cannot help the mixture of nervousness and impatience that floods me as I wait for the doors to open and for Marko to just...be in my field of view.Crap, the nerves are messing with my stomach.I realise when a mild pang settles low, so I turn my attention to the bracelet Sharon offered before I left the house—the same one I had given her in her office years ago after making the decision to revert to Wolfsbane.Unwelcomed memories fill me, yet none brings a smile to my face like the one of Ninko catching us kissing in her office.Oh my, I have involved Sharon in so many of my poorly planned actions.I wonder how best I can reward-The thought vanishes instantly as the door finally opens, releasing a wave of mint and eucalyptus into the ai
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Marko N. Ivanov 'Pity me.'He meant the words.Even now, with his head on her lap, the moment felt godsent, as if it was a miracle that he could smell her up close, yet aren’t miracles often short-lived?What if this was just another dream he had deceived himself with?‘It took me only three days after our rejection for me to crawl to her. I tell you now, Marko, it will not be easy.’His late father’s words played in his head.‘I fought the bond with everything I had and lost everything in return.’He should have listened; he should have been more careful with his words and actions. He almost lost- no, he did.He lost everything.At the time, it was easy to dismiss the words to avoid scandal, but when she left, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.Scandal?It was laughable now that he had nearly lost her to something so silly.His hand on her waist tightened; he loved the way the fabric moved against her skin.He could feel her shudder through its thinness."I do not want to pity you,
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“You think I did not fight? I fought the bond with everything I had, and I lost everything in return.”His father uttered in his study, swirling an amber liquid that seemed to match the mood in the room.“You…chose scandal over mother.”He accused, but his father took no offence, merely laughed.“I hope you will not repeat the mistakes I made.”His father laughed again, but this time, the sound seemed to echo and distort the space they were in because suddenly he was in the ballroom, dancing, yet his mind roamed to his mother’s favourite garden.“Focus on me, Marko; people are staring.”Magnolia uttered; so, he did, yet…this was wrong.Despite the knowledge in his belly that something was amiss, he twirled and spun the beautiful blonde, who moved graciously across the floor.She would do him proud and make the best queen Ketria had ever seen. He could feel it…yet he was missing something.But what? This was what he wanted, perfection and regal dignity.The music ceased, and applause e
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The brightness in the cold room wakes me. If it wasn’t for the hardness of the floor and the numbness of my thighs, I might have forgotten where we were. “Shit.” My curse is barely audible in my groggy state. I can’t believe we fell asleep in someone’s restaurant. Is this even allowed, or does royalty have a pass to halt someone’s business? The weight on my thighs pins me in place; as romantic as it is to have him lie on me, it is quite stiffening for it to be through the night. My muscles cramped twice, and I had to find creative ways to stretch without waking him because, unfortunately, he even sleeps beautifully. Ugh, it must be my weakness for beautiful people that helped me restrain my urge to kick him awake. A soft groan leaves his lips before he turns away from me to rest on the tablecloth covering the floor, relieving my muscles from his weight. My stretch is fast and, let’s face it, the best part of the morning. I want to watch him wake up and converse with him brief
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty: Confidence
"You crazy…!"The words burst through me with such force that I almost utter ‘fuck’ to Marko, yet, though I could halt the completion of my curse, my hand still reaches for Marko's ear, tugging him to me that in his shock, he hunches towards me.I do not mean to make him resemble an ill-behaved child caught misbehaving by their parent, but I cannot help it."Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?"I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed.He is invincible, or he is supposed to be."I just hurt myself.""How?"Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger?His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.“This is-”I try and comment on the broken skin, but Marko lifts my gaze from the injury to meet the silver of his eyes."Why did you leave me."
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