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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 15. Sweet Revenge
Marcus' POVI stormed out of the kitchen, infuriated by the guts on that little bitch. She was in a way admitting that she was after my father's wealth, and worse, she felt like she deserved it. Instead of returning to the dining room for dessert, I strode towards the staircase, heading for my room.“Marcus!!” I halted in my strides when I heard my father's voice.“Where are you going?” He asked.“To my room.” I replied, still walking towards the stairs. “I don't think I have any space for dessert.” “You can't go up yet. We're not done here. As I said, there's something we need to discuss.”I paused, and began walking towards the dining room where both my Dad and Lilian sat. My fingers gripped my seat as I stared at my father whose face was now downcast with a frown worn on his slightly wrinkled face.“Dad, is everything alright?” I asked, taking my seat.His piercing gaze shot at me and he snickered, shaking his head.“You tell me, Marcus. Is everything alright?”I lowered my eye
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 16. Thunderous voice
Tallulah's POVI have to admit it, when I came out here to say those things about Marcus, I thought I was going to surprise him, but I found myself in shock when he admitted to everything without even denying the false ones. It was as if he was purposely testing the limits of his father's self control which was now past its breaking point.I watched as Mr Winston rose to his feet to contend with the temper burning inside him.“How dare you?” He screamed. His eyes fell to the table, scanning it like he was searching for an object to throw at Marcus, who remained in his seat without flinching or showing any sign of remorse in his expression. I was startled by his father's outburst, but I managed to speak,“Mr Winston, I'll be leaving very early tomorrow. I don't think I can't stay here anymore.” I announced.His raging eyes dimmed when they fell to where I sat. I felt my mom's hand grab my mine.She voiced, “Of course not, Lula, you can't leave. This is your home now.” I shook my hea
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 17. Consequences
Marcus' POVThe sight of the porcelain tiles faded into a blur as I strode into my room, shutting the door behind me. I took another full spoon of the cold ice cream, feeling the sweetness as it melted down my tongue. Somehow, it was starting to taste like vinegar.So this is how it's going to end. I'm about to lose everything I've spent my life trying to get just because of a total stranger. My father said he'd even throw me out of the house so she can stay. That would be a disaster. I'd be freely giving them the alone time they wanted so they could steal from him.I released the spoon I was clenching, letting it clatter against the floor. Then my fingers gripped the bowl of ice cream, and with one swing, I tossed the bowl across the room. It shattered when it hit the floor, sputtering ice cream all over the tiles. “I won't let them.” I yelled, tightening my fist.I paced back and forth, running both hands through my hair to contend with the temper boiling inside me. All I could thi
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 18. Our Evil Stepmom
Kathie's POV_8 years ago_"Mom, are we throwing Dad a welcome party?" I asked, diligently cleaning the dust off the speakers as she instructed.Marcus was busy moving the heavy boxes, and from the clinking sounds as their contents bumped against each other, I could tell they were full of bottles. Maybe Stepmom Catherine bought soda for the occasion.She hissed."For the last time, Kathie. I'm not your mom. As you can see I'm obviously not dead.”“Refer to me as Miss Catherine." She spat.My eyes fell from her tall figure to the wet cloth I was clenching, rubbing it against the speakers in circular motions.It had only been a year since my father married Miss Catherine Heather. She was nice to us at first, buying us gifts, chocolates, and candies. But ever since their wedding day, there were slight changes in the way she treated us.She would leave the house whenever my Dad was out for work, leaving us with nothing to eat. Most times my brother, Marcus, would order pizzas and even ba
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 19. Hey, Traitor
Marcus POVA tall shadow crawled down the stairs, indicating the presence of someone behind me. I turned around to see Kathie leaning against the door post. “Hey!” She voiced.There was both a smile and a grimace held on her expression, and her eyes were filled with uncertainty, not knowing whether to come in or not.“Hey, Kathie.” I said, returning the smile.“Wanna sit?” I asked, motioning to the stairs.She nodded. I adjusted myself closer to the stair guide, giving her enough space beside me. “So…”“How did it go with Dad?” She asked.I shrugged.“Well, he's not that mad. He's only gonna disown me if I don't apologize to Lula, that's all.”She held up a pity face, and I could sense the guilt she was feeling when her gaze moved away from mine. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble.”“Don't be. You did the right thing by protecting her.”Her hands lifted, rubbing against her arms to keep herself warm. Noticing how cold she was becoming, I reached across her back, hold
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 20. Broken hearts
Tallulah’s POVFear, when at its peak, can have different end forms. It can result in shame, nervousness, sadness, or even rage. But the fear that crawled up my skin as he strode forward, holding up the rumpled blue shirt was one I couldn't understand.I was afraid of what he'd do after all the lies I fed his father. I was also afraid that something worse than my nakedness was exposed to his charming eyes. It was my feelings, knowing he was starting to realize that I might still love him.But most of all, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that I might not be able to stop myself from letting his touches take control of my body with his lips colliding against mine. That's why I knew I needed to leave this house as soon as possible, before anything happens between us.“Stop.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He halted in his strides, with his eyes fixed on me.“I know what you're doing, Marcus. And I need you to stop.” His expression contorted into confusion, and he slightly
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 21. Losing Control
Tallulah’s POVHis hand reached for the door behind me to lock it, before returning to my face. I could feel his wet tongue wandering about the corners of my mouth making my chest burn. He touched my arm, his fingers trailing down my shoulder until I felt the warmth of his palm on my waist. I could feel his gentle pull as he backed away slowly towards the bed. I reached forward, feeling his broad masculine chest as I tilted my head subconsciously with our lips smashing against each other.All this while, I had been resisting the urge to give in, even though I let him kiss me. But I was forced to touch his chest for support as he waltzed backwards, taking me with him. He was in control once again, directing me wherever he wanted me to go and forcing me to do whatever he wanted. It was as if I had become a different person, a lust robot. The annoying handsome motherfucker had my remote control in his palms and he knew exactly which buttons to press.“Oh, Marcus.” I moaned, kissing him
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 22. Reasonable Excuses
Tallulah's POV“I… I was just undressing.” I answered, motioning to the open box behind me. Her gaze fell to the gown at the foot of my bed, bestowing me with the realization that I had changed into that gown for dinner, an hour ago. Why was I changing again?“I was about to take my bath, before changing into my pajamas.” I explained.She rolled her eyes before nodding.“Bummer...” She said with a disappointed look.“There's something I wanted to show you, but I'll just come back when you're done.”She was about to walk away when I stopped her.“It's alright. I can wait a bit before I take a bath. I'm not in a hurry.” I said.She followed behind me as I walked to where the gown lay, picking it up. To be honest, I was a bit curious to hear what she had to say. “So, what's up?” I asked, wearing the gown.She made herself comfortable, jumping into the bed before pulling out her phone.“First of all, look at this picture.” She said, handing me a small hard photo.It was a family photo, c
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