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Hello! I did not receive any complaints, so I plan on continuing these bonuses, periodically, with no warning. Since the support for them is high, if you do not like them or they pull you out of the story, please skip them. Again, this chapter has nothing to do with the main story; consider it a parallel universe; it is an extra, hence free. Quick disclaimer this chapter bears a dubious consent trigger warning. As always, thank you for reading and for your continued support! Undercover_Ostritch (Ostrich Ostrich) ** "Cut, great take!" The director yells. They sound different from usual, but that could be the blood rushing in my ears. Pulling my body up from the counter is hard, but the worst is meeting Marko’s hard cock tucked in his boxers, with my centre as I lift; thank heavens for the apron and nude panties to keep me from overexposing myself. My rectification of the apron, to keep his gaze from my chest, is quick, not like he hasn’t seen them before, but since the trail
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Ten: Running Out.
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Eleven: Unsalvageable
Neither my body’s stretch against the warm sheets nor the sound of the coastal morning birds could relieve any tension bubbling in my stomach. I cannot believe he did not, at any point in the night, reach out to me. The bars are still on the windows; I can see their shadow against the curtain. The only thing that keeps me from giving in to my misery is the scent of bacon flooding my room. Perhaps he wishes to speak over breakfast? Then again, the Marko I know cannot cook. I do not bother with a shower, merely drape one of his robes over my body and rush to the dining room. A laugh nearly claims me at the sight that fills my eyes, but the bitterness within me would not permit anything to flow from my lips. The room was empty, but on the table sat a plate of breakfast essentials wrapped in a clingfilm that bore a note atop it. I don't...want to read it. I don’t want my heart to escape me at the meaning behind a simple yellow note. "Marko." I call, but no answer. Then again,
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Twelve: Princess
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Thirteen: Deviant
The streetlights make him resemble an angel, for it gives him a sort of halo that strains my vision.His approach to me is quick, I do not even have the chance to reel away from him, not that I can anymore, I cannot feel my limbs.“Let’s go before the police come, my darling.”He utters as he stretches his hand towards me.I can’t reach it; I do not even wish to close my eyes for fear that everything will fade to black.Why can’t I sense Kaisa?A frown forms on his face at my lack of response to his gesture.“Those animals…they drugged my beloved.”He mutters as he lowers to one knee, and where I expect him to lift me, he only reaches for my cheeks, tugs my face to his and plants a forced kiss that I can neither fight nor reciprocate due to the muscle relaxers in the tranquiliser.I nearly hurl when his tongue slides inside my mouth; the repulsion is something I have never felt before, yet the nauseating sensation swirling within me continues to grow.Is it because of the bond that I
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