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81. My New Dorm
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 82. No Pressure
Tallulah's POV Connor’s invitation caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. He seemed sincere, but after everything with Marcus, I wasn’t sure diving into something new was a good idea. Yet, there was a curiosity tugging at me, urging me to step out of my comfort zone.“Um, sure,” I finally replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest. “Coffee sounds nice. But as I said earlier, I'm not interested in seeing anyone right now, so I'll have to decline. I'm sorry.”The silence followed my rejection, my heart pacing firm each second that passed, not knowing what to expect from the latter.“That's alright. He voiced, breaking the silence. And as I said, I just want us to be friends, nothing intense. So we can still have coffee tomorrow to get to know each other.”“I'm sorry. I'll be occupied tomorrow.”“When will you be free?” He asked, almost immediately.It seemed like he wasn't willing to back down to the extent where he had begun to lie
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 83. Connor McAllister
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 84. His Return
Tallulah's POV One afternoon, as we sat under the shade of a large oak tree near the campus pond, Connor brought up his plans for the upcoming semester break. "I was thinking of visiting my family back home," he said, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. "It's been a while since I've seen them, and I miss them.""That sounds nice," I replied, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above us. "Do you go home often?"He shook his head, a wistful smile on his face. "Not as often as I'd like. My family lives a few hours away, so it's not always easy to make the trip."I nodded sympathetically, understanding the challenges of balancing university life with family obligations. "I hope you get to see them soon," I said sincerely. "Family time is important."Connor's expression softened. "What about you, Tallulah? Any plans for the break?"I shrugged, unsure of how to answer. "I haven't really thought about it. Maybe I'll visit my parents for a few days.""Sounds like a goo
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 1. Seduced By a Stranger
Tallulah's POV “Fuck, it's cold.” I voiced, pulling the sheets above my head. The heater had begun saturating the hotel room, and the air freshener had a pleasant smell. I can't believe I'm at a five-star hotel, with a credit card in my purse containing thousands of dollars. And it was all thanks to my mom who got engaged to Mr Winston, a wealthy ship builder. I can't wait to meet my step family. But this was no time to be hiding underneath a blanket, I should be out there celebrating with some drinks at the bar. After all, my days of being broke were over, and my mum was finally getting married after decades of loneliness. •••••• The elevator doors slid open, revealing the passage leading to the hotel's bar which I strode into. But I began having second thoughts when I noticed the crowd of people in the room. Unlike other regular bars, they were all mannered, having small talks, and holding glasses of expensive drinks and wine. The music being played on the speakers was slow and
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 2. More Than a Kiss
Tallulah's POV The thought of never seeing him again scared me. He's so handsome and funny that I wished he would take me to the dance every night, and fill my ears with his alluring compliments. But what he asked seemed too much to give. I can't open myself up to him on our first night like a whore. And besides we barely knew anything about each other. His voice regained my attention. “It's just a kiss, that's all.” He whispered, halting in his strides. He does have a point though... What if it was just a harmless kiss? That wouldn't hurt, would it? Like an engine, my heart pounded in pleasure, propelling me forward towards his visage. I slowly pressed my lips against his and pulled back again to see his face. The light emitted from the fluorescent bulb glistened through his hair, with soft brown eyes that peered into my soul. His towering presence made me wet, anticipating his next move. His gaze shifted to my mouth, and slowly, he cupped my chin and our lips interlocked agai
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 3. Love at First S*x
Tallulah's POV He paused to watch me, even after I had given him the permission to fuck me. His soft brown orbs were filled with care, and his touch had become very gentle. He had been so confident since I met him until this moment. It was almost as if he was afraid that he might hurt me. But I didn't want to be treated like an egg. I didn't want him to see me as fragile. I wanted him to plunge his dick into me like he would do to any other woman. I wished he would just shut his mind and fuck me senseless. Yes, it was my first time. And yes, I wanted it to be special. But even if he was the stranger I had met minutes ago, I saw him as the special person I wanted to embark on this adventure with. I gently reached out my hand, caressing his cheeks. My other arm slipped underneath his muscles, pulling me towards him. Then I kissed him sensually, rubbing my nose against his. My nipples touched his chest as our mouths danced together in a perfect order. This kiss wasn't just a lustful
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 4. Love or Lust
Tallulah's POV “Tallula! It's time to wake up.” My lips spread into a smile as his sweet voice filtered through my ears from behind me. The morning light crept through the curtains, momentarily crippling my senses. I let out a soft yawn as I pulled the sheets over my head, not wanting to wake up. Last night was the best night of my life. The sex was great, but what made it perfect was the way he cleaned me up, making my night full of comfort and rest. He also wrote down a drug prescription which he got from the Internet. We would visit a pharmacist early this morning to buy an after pill to prevent pregnancy. But I had begun to contemplate the idea of letting his sperm grow inside of me so I could have a little him in my womb. “Tallula, it's time to go.” A masculine voice filled the room again, but this time, it was followed by a soft knock. I recognized the voice, and that's definitely not the voice of my prince charming. Why is he knocking at my door? I turned around to see wh
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 5. My New Stepbrother
Tallulah's POV They say a single mother and her only daughter are like twin sisters who could read the meaning of every expression on each other's face. That fact had become my weakness. We had been together since my birth and we knew each other's secrets, inside out. I could hide the truth from Kathie and Micheal in plain sight, but not from her. My gaze slightly shifted to where Mark stood, but he wasn't there. It was almost as if he had disappeared, like a ghost. My heart began to pound when I noticed that Kathie's gaze had followed mine up the stairs, and back again. She sighed. “Ignore him. He doesn't seem happy that you're here, but he'll get over it soon.” “Nice first impression, Mark!” She yelled. I began exhaling slowly in an attempt to conceal the change in my expression as my mom stared intently at me. Unknown to me, there was a little flaw in the arrangements I had made to cover up my secret affair. “It must be a fever.” Micheal announced, “She had to stop by the ph
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