His hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly than he wanted to.It was unnatural, wholly so, that he would feel this giddy because she was in his car, next to him, filling the air in the small space with the scent of sweet cherries, a dash of perfume and sweat from their activities in the library.That he was why her lips remained flush, and hair mussed beyond decorum made his heart beat faster.His hand reached for the stereo to fill the silence his comment on her scent induced.He didn’t want this moment to be sexual; if it were, she would disregard anything they discussed as part of his lust, so he focused on the road before them.But despite his warning, he could feel her not-so-innocent gaze on him.Her mere existence weakened his control beyond belief, especially after Red Graw.Every moment since then had felt like borrowed time, that she was again trying to shut him out did not help.If he hadn’t followed her, she wouldn’t have told him about Rhett finding a mate; she wou
Marko’s first instinct was to turn to the first exit out of the highway, it'd mean they would delay in reaching their destination, but he couldn't push her away.Nothing in his being could push the blasted woman away.Her tongue traced his tip, stilling him briefly in his search for a place to park, but the portions of the road were lined with blockers.He had never been this desperate to park before, it was not that he was not confident in his driving ability, but nothing in him could maintain split focus when it came to her.The feel of her warm wet mouth parting to fit his full length caught him off guard, causing him to step on the accelerator.“God…”He uttered as his gaze darted wildly on the road.She may have said the headline as a joke, but at the moment, it felt like a reality.The feel of her squeezing him in her mouth caused a groan to escape him, but it was the way she sucked lightly, with her tongue cushioning from her teeth, that caused a groan to escape his lips.He ne
Marko "Do you love me? Do you still think of me? Am I in your mind, your dreams, or somewhere in your heart? Answer me, and I will ask nothing else that displeases you...please, Alba." A scoff escaped her lips before she turned her gaze to the sky. She wouldn't answer him; he could tell from the tightness with which she bit her lip. "Do you?" He pressed. "Is this fun for you? Do you enjoy toying with me? Is that it? Is that what is going through your mind?” She took a step back when he neared her, so he stopped. A sigh escaped her before she sealed her eyes forcefully with her fingers. "Alba." "Don't 'Alba' me. What the hell do you think I am, your emotional support animal? Am I your pet? What am I to you that you can ask me such a question after rejecting me." "I didn't want to reject-" "Yes, you did. If you didn't want to reject me, you would have asked me to be your mate, as simple as that.” He hadn’t expected his words to erupt her…no, that is a lie; he wanted them to.
The scent of mint and eucalyptus floods me soothingly.The back seat of his car is spacious, but not spacious enough that it can hold our bodies together, yet, we squeezed to sleep for the night with his arms around me and my face pressed to his chest.It is morning now; the birds outside seem to grow louder in their chirping as if they longed for me to leave Marko’s arms and regain my sanity.For all my exhaustion, sleep did not find me, while he rested like an angel, occasionally stuffing his nose in my damp hair—I had to rinse it with bottled water from his dashboard—I spent the night watching him.My eyes, for the nth time, take in the length of his lashes, he is too handsome to be this careless with his words, but it must be my fault for being weak against him.Despite the thoughts roaming my mind, I nuzzle my face into his chest and listen for his heartbeat.Its loudness makes the perfect ASMR background, especially with his breathing.His body radiates enough heat that I do not
“Are you okay?” Rhett’s voice sounds, it’s distant but there. The pounding of my head takes away most of my focus. “Let’s get started on the west bay. If we-” Light-headedness floods my body, halting my instructions; a wobble claims me before strong arms steady me. “You need rest.” “I’m fine.” “We can pick the project up tomorrow, Alba.” “I said I’m-” A sharp throb pierces my head, causing me to fall silent. The scorching desert sun does not help, but neither does the fact that I last ate yesterday morning. “Fine, a break it is.” I utter as I let him lead me to the car that would take us to our temporary residence in Mist. The project I tackled after the masquerade ball ended relatively quickly, but I could not- would not return to the capital, so I took Magnolia in on her offer. It is no miracle that Rhett chose to follow me to Mist, it is, however, one that this is our third month, and we have yet to discuss the ball or acknowledge its impact on our relationship. We dis
The restaurant’s walls were lined with parasitic plants that maintained their bright green even in the desert heat, so air-conditioning for the win. I like the earthen feel the plants give the restaurant, and while their choice of lighting was a warm yellow meant to appear soothing, I feel anything but soothed.I have only ever read of terms like ‘cuckold’ in books or really layered pornos, yet I am about to enter such an arrangement.Well, I guess there is a first for everything; still, I should appreciate that Rhett looks more nervous than I do.This is the third time he has picked up and dropped his fork; our meal has yet to arrive, so he should not have any business with the cutlery yet-How cute, like a schoolboy meeting his crush.No.I shouldn't think this way; our time together could be coming to an end; I mean, how long would they let me interfere in their heaven-bound match? A few months max if I make my presence too noticeable.Yet again, I will have to minimise my presence
"What- what do I do? I do not want him to think of me as a child; I don’t want to lose my mate, not to you or anyone."“First of all, dress your age.”I utter as I walk toward her; my hand reaches her cheek, then lowers to her lower lip, which is covered in lipstick too dark for anyone not posing as a dominatrix.“That’s my only free advice; you’d have to bargain for the rest.”“Bargain?”I pull away from her and check the stalls. After ensuring they are empty and that we are the only two in the room, I speak."I need the title of Luna till the end of summer to get rid of...a few ghosts. In that time, I can train you in social etiquette.""Social etiquette, from a social pariah? You think I do not know of you?""Right in the heart."I press my hand to my chest in emphasis."To break the rules, you must know them. Plus, I am still relevant even if I am a ‘social pariah’. I receive thousands of invites to social events; I just happen to talk shit at them, but how many do you have? How r
"What?""Stay with me, Alba. If you go to him right now- he isn't stable, and you might-""Isn’t that precisely why I should be with him?"The ringing in my ears only seems to increase the more he speaks."Alba!"I start for the door, but his hand on my forearm is quick.“Rhett, I-I have to go.”The tremble in my voice gives away my desperation; I shouldn’t feel this terribly for something- someone I want nothing to do with yet…"I'll reject her, so pick me. I will not leave you."“What?”What in God’s name is he talking about?Why would he bring this up now?“I have to go!”“I am ready to drop everything for you, Alba, so please, please, don’t go.”"You are not rejecting her in my name but your fathers. Don't pin this on me! Don’t make me responsible for your choices."“But I want you! I-”His hand on mine trembles, perhaps with more desperation than my voice.“I want you to stay as my Luna, as my wife, stay by my side Alba. All I ask is that you don’t go to him now; wait until the f
And that’s a wrap. The book will be marked as complete soon; I hope you loved both stories, the bonus ( ̄y▽ ̄)╭ ohohoho….. and the main story. Now on the meat of the matter, my next work will be out in late June or Mid-July titled: The Alpha's Ruby Obsession (I think, but most likely.) It will be 18+, not just because of the smut but because it is a little darker than this one, discussing themes to do with suicidal ideations and consent-non-consent relations, but don’t worry, I will tag the concerning chapters. It can be read as a stand-alone, but there are benefits to reading this book first. Lastly, this concerns my other book: Your last lie—please do not purchase it until perhaps next year (Late next year); it was my first book and thus very clumsy, I want to work on it, and if you have it in your library, you can remove it and select it later, the changes should reflect. Thank you for reading and voting for ‘Bound to My Wicked Stepbrother’. I would love to hear more from you; whe
TRIGGER WARNING: CONSENT. The pounding in my head trembles my vision. Christ, I am never drinking again. My struggle to change my position and take advantage of the day is met with a familiar stiffness; only the rattling sounds binding me send my eyes wide open. An unfamiliar room, brightly lit with top wall windows that ensure I cannot see outside, but enough light enters that I can see thousands upon thousands of pictures of me lining the walls. Hah... what the hell? Panic sets in low in my belly as struggle finds my limbs. I do not wish to scream; who knows what I will alert, but the rattling of the cuffs binding my hands and feet to the bed must have awoken something because movement sounds from the other side, beyond the dark staired hallway. It would have been easy to sit upright had it only been my hands bound, but both my hands and feet were chained to the bed, holding me indecently in place and... My clothes are different. "You are up? Good, I brought you some food.
He isn’t coming. I repeat to myself as I splash some more warm water on my face. Ugh, what the hell was that sickly sweet champagne Magnolia guzzled down my throat in ‘celebration’? If she wants me to be drunk and embarrass myself, all she has to do is say that. A sigh escapes me at my tired expression in the bathroom mirror. My face is flushed, yet despite how tipsy I am, the hurt from seeing him arrive with his ‘ex-fiancée’ cut too deep to be blurred with liquor. Ever since the production ended, I woke up to sex dreams where Marko would bind me, trap me somewhere and have his way with me mercilessly. Of course, I would plead that he free me because, let’s face it, I would only plead that he does not touch me so that I could be regarded as sane. Because who in the hell would want to be bound and f*cked mercilessly by someone who all but regarded them as a slut? Guilt always devours me at the end of the vulgar dreams, I guess they are about to worsen now that he is with his ex-f
Marko "Cut”. The director's voice rang for what would be the last time, and applause followed. The moment was bittersweet, but the feel of Alba detaching from him as if he was plagued stung. "Alb-" "Don't...don't say anything, Marko. Let this end." "I don’t want-" "Don't want that?" Again, she interrupted him, finishing his sentence when he did not wish her to. "Marko, you called me a slut a few weeks ago, so let this 'slut' reform her ways, a safe distance from you.” “I never said you were a slut.” “No, you merely said that I spread my legs for anyone who gives me the time of day; if your argument is on semantics, try again." Alba uttered as she moved from him, but her dress, the same ivory gown that stole his chest as she walked down the Aisle, making him wish that for a moment the scene was real and she was his bride, made her curse as she moved. "God damn heels!" She muttered before leaving him...again. Should he manipulate her transport? No, she might not fall for
The ballroom echoed its commotion at Marko’s announcement of me as his future wife and Milos as his heir. I should cease wearing fitting gowns that limit my breathing during balls that I anticipate trouble. Still, his hand on my waist is more intense in this way, even as some show their distaste for our relationship vocally, despite our mention that we were mates chosen by the goddess. The tea party was brutal, but this, having to look in the eyes of hundreds of unsmiling faces as if our lives impacted them more than was appropriate, was a whole other thing. Despite all this, my proximity to Marko keeps me uncaring; but I cannot stop my chest’s clenching. Unlike me, he has cared how others viewed him since his youth, and he has always wanted to be a regal and dignified king framed by perfection. Am I not staining him? Please don't change your mind. Please want me still. Please- A tremble rocks through me at the thoughts chanting ceaselessly in my mind, so I step away from Mark
"Ahh...that hits the spot."Ruby utters as she places her pitcher of cider beer on the table with a thud. Without missing a beat, she turns to the table grill and turns the thinly sliced steaks before they burn.It was amusing watching her eat, actually more than amusing; I keep growing envious of her appetite.Still, how were the Clive illegitimate children treated for her to behave this similarly to Violet and me?While I like her playful maturity, we understand the scars that made us this way.After explaining my dream as the ‘sun’ to her (I am not sure if she believes me or thinks I am crazy), we settle and enjoy each other’s company at the eatery that offers each table a small grill and a wide selection of meats for one to fry up themselves if they do not wish for any item from the precooked menu.It took quite a bit of patience, but I finally finished the steak Violet made for me; it is hard to avoid eating when everything around me smells delicious; hell, even the smoke smelled
The woman’s voice holds remorse so deep that it stills me momentarily; it is only when tears stream down her face, ruining her perfect make-up, that I try my hardest to squat in the tightness of my dress and hold her in my arms, for God knows what reason.A feeling I had not felt since Red Graw dances in my chest."My Su-""I am sorry for the way it ended, my dearest misunderstood crimson moon."My lips utter with a voice that comes from deep within me before a smile tilts the corners of my lips upwards.Despite the smile playing on my face, a deep heaviness feels my chest.“It shall awaken soon; find your centre, my precious blood moon; only then will you find peace.” The moment her head slumps heavily on my shoulders, the ‘enchanted’ feeling dissipates from me before I feel her stiffen in my arms."Oh...oh, you must think I am insane."She whispers through my flesh before she peals away from me, hiding the crimson covering her face.“Help me up?”She asks her chauffeur, who assists
“That’s like saying I do not care for my skin.”The girl Violet converses with responds.“I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret my words.”Christ, Violet.I almost groan, but Georgia yells a question impolitely at me."Is that a ring? Are you engaged, priestess?" Silence follows the words; even the blonde, who almost responded to Violet’s taunt, turns her attention to me.“That’s right; you said you would discuss it inside,”Rebeca chimes.Hesitation echoes within me, I thought I would be amongst friends as I open up about this tender subject, but instead, I feel as if I am-"Yes, uh...I am getting married."I announce into the silence, and gasps follow from the majority of the lips but Rebecca’s."Oh! The Lycan King was carrying a baby in his arms in the papers, perhaps a week back. Was the baby yours? I mean, you did go missing for years after the whole Red Graw saga. Did they… I mean, is that why you are being removed from the royal line."Georgia asks; her brashnes
As opposed to an elegant parlour room, Rebecca escorts us outside to a greenhouse-like place that holds numerous colourful and bright plants that add to the bright aesthetic of the party, and despite being outside, the scent of pastries and tea hang deliciously in the air.My gaze turns to the nearby pond, and it is so clear that I can see my reflection in it, but more than that, I can see the tiredness in Rebecca’s build.I guess all the Clive relatives, regardless of association, had a tough time after Magnolia’s treason.The deeper we walk into the space, the more the sound of laughter and chatter calls to us only; it is not as inviting as she had once presented during the mate ball.“About Magnolia…”I begin, but she turns so suddenly on her track that I wind up trailing my words.“Oh, we are fine. Our relation is only from the maternal side.”What the hell is that supposed to mean?Does it matter from which side your cousins hail?“Anyway, I saw today’s papers; how are you holdin