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64. Unforgivable
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 65. Driving Lessons
Marcus’ POVThe black shiny dashboard and the low sound of the tires rolling along the pavement. The feeling of the slick steering wheel underneath my finger tips brought the memories crawling back into my head. My Dad never knew how many times I'd raced with my school mates, using this incredibly hot blue monster. I pressed on the turtle as the gate swung open, the car propelling me right into the compound until I was at the foot of the mansion.It was a fine Sunday morning with wonderful weather filled with the mild rays of sunlight and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. After a stop at the carwash, the BMW with mild scratches at its sides was looking newer that ever. The seats were leathered again after the thorough cleaning. I could almost wish the car still belonged to me,but no matter how much I loved it, the Ferrari, my dream car, would always be my first choice…A knock at the window had me shrugging, my eyes shifting to see Tallulah waving at me from behind the glass.
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 66. Hurting His Girlfriend
Tallulah's POVThe low hum of the engine reverted through the air, the steering wheel underneath my fingers vibrating slightly, making my entire body quiver. I could feel a wave of fear crawling over my body as I pressed down on the turtle, the car's low him turning into a loud shout from underneath me. My feet pressed down on the turtle gently, moving it towards the floor inch by inch, but no matter how much I stepped on it, the car remained static, its scream increasing by the second. “It's not moving.” I protested, the frustration in me welling into something else.“Uhm, why is that? Did you put a foot on the brakes?” He asked, his eyes peering past my laps to the turtle underneath my feet.I knew I wasn't holding the brakes but I still confirmed, curling my toes to be sure my foot wasn't on the brakes.“I'm not.” I answered. It was either this car wasn't functioning properly or I wasn't doing it right. Maybe all I had to do was press the turtle more, and the car would move. My
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 67. His Heartache
Tallulah's POV “Alright. Let's try that again.” His low voice filled the air, snapping me out of my gaze which was fixed on the hand brakes. He had driven us back to where we started before letting me take the wheel. This time, I remembered to release it before attempting to start the car.“Just… try not to get us killed this time.” He said.The sight of him pulling his seatbelt and strapping it tightly around himself made me both nervous and annoyed. I couldn't believe he was making a stupid joke about the whole thing, a joke that was making it impossible for me to concentrate. “Of course, remind me over and over again like that's gonna help.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.He snickered.“My bad. I won't remind you about it anymore.” He voiced, a sinister smile bracing his lips.“It's not like you intentionally stepped on the turtle too much and almost slammed the car against a concrete wall. It was just an accident, that's all.”What made it even harder was the unreadable tone in hi
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 68. Sensual Kisses
Tallulah's POVThe deep frustration woven around his deep voice filled the air between us with a tenseness that threatened to rip out my thumping heart from my chest. My heartbeats had almost stopped when he made his final statement, confessing how he felt whenever I was around him. This same conversation felt very familiar, and the last time we spoke about this, we ended up on the same bed with our mouths interlocked and our bodies intertwined, embracing all the forbidden emotions we felt during the moment.He peered at the oath in front of us when he was done expressing himself, his thoughts wandering above the clouds like mine were. After a few seconds of pondering, his low voice slashed through the air, his tone, a sad melody.“Come on, Lula. Just start the car so we can get over with this as soon as possible.”I was still unsure how to respond to the fact that he just told me how much I distract him and how he can't concentrate when I'm around him. Was I supposed to move on with
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 69. Love Not Lust
Tallulah's POVJust like that, the surprising words that left his lips turned my thoughts into waves of rumpled messes. His touch was gentle and his eyes were sincere, the sound of his low voice finding its way beneath my skin and sending shivers up my body. With a deep sigh, his hands pulled away from my chins, his eyes moving back to the dashboard. His reply had made me completely mute, with feelings of both warmth and pain revolving round my mind. Everything he had said gave me a sense of value, knowing I was worth more than a good time to him, but it also cut through my beating heart knowing we couldn't be together. I'd never realized how love could make one feel this special and hurt at the same time.“This obviously didn't work out, so maybe we'll try another time.” He voiced, reaching for the door handle.“In my opinion, I think you'd be better off visiting a driving school. That'll be way better than having to deal with your step brother who's obsessed with you.”He got out o
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 70. Cloned or Possessed
Tallulah's POVAs I folded the clothes into my open box, all I could think of were thoughts of the unexpected as I tried to imagine what my new college would look like. I was still unsure if I would want to spend my nights at the school's dorm, but a little test run would soon determine that fact. It also bothered me that Marcus would also be attending the same school and would probably attend some lectures with me since I would be taking a management course. How convenient it is that my Stepbrother ho I had slept with would follow me everywhere I went, from home to school, and back again to his father's mansion. All I had to do was survive the next six months during which he'd be taking his courses. I would have no problem with the six months after that before my graduation.“So…” The voice from behind me cut through my train of thoughts, my eyes shooting at the door to see Kathie with a smile on her face.“How was the driving lesson?” She asked, sauntering into the room, clad in
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 71. Art of Eyef*kery
Tallulah's POV The waves of anticipation mixed with a bit of fear washing over me had my eyes wide open by 6:30am, 15 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. Knowing there wouldn't be enough time to take a little nap, I hopped out of the bed, striding into the bathroom.After a warm, thorough bath and after slipping on a new pair of jeans, my fingers assessed the plain red shirt which was so lengthy that it would cover my ass if I should put it on. We had gone shopping during the weekend to get some things, and I specifically chose this pair for my first day of school because it felt appropriate and less revealing. I wouldn't want to attract undue attention due to the uneasiness I’d feel being drowned amidst a sea of gazes.But come to think of it, the fact that my new coursemates were wealthy and elite meant that they might be clad in elaborate outfits and footwears. That would make me more noticeable since I had decided to go with something simpler. Maybe I should put on th
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 72. Lustful and Obnoxious
Tallulah's POV I was a bit reluctant at first, but I gave it a second try since I was still curious to know if I was well dressed. Also, I was already clad in the clothes I was using so it wouldn't hurt to just show him.“This is what I'm wearing.” I replied, standing in front of him.His eyes shot at me again, but this time, there was a negative look he couldn't hide creeping into his face. That look scared me a little, but I also didn't know what to expect as he continued to assess me for a moment with grunts leaving his lips.“Wait…” I exclaimed, earning his attention.“Please… be sincere, alright?”He nodded, his fingers lifting to caress his beard, and after a few seconds of assessment, a deep sigh left his lips. That's a bit disappointing. Was I so poorly dressed that he couldn't find the words to describe it?He smiled.“Uhm, would you… take a spin for me?”My brows raised in disbelief as I struggled to grasp what he was saying, and when the words hit me, a fresh wave of anger
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