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Chapter One-Fifty-Five: Slumber
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Six: Filth
"Okay, I'll clean Milos. Sharon was supposed to drop by and take him, but she realised much work waited for her in her Ketria clinic, so that’s a rain check-”"Then let him bond with his nanny, at least...at least for an hour. No two..""The night. I will trust him with her for the night but-""But?""When I attend the tea party, you are the one I want in charge of him, not the nanny.""Okay."How hard could it be to look after a child?"I am serious, Marko; I want you to bond with him. I feel like you treat him like my pet, that you only like him because he is mine.""Ours."He corrected, but she wasn't wrong.He'd seen parents show pictures of their children to everyone that showed the faintest of interest, and while he wished he could be like that, he did not feel it.Perhaps they had failed to bond; who knows, that did not bother him much. All he wanted was Alba, so he would take anything she came with.Alba’s pictures, on the other hand, he had them in plenty; most of them were s
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Seven: Remember
Marko N Ivanov."It is not so easy to be confident with the person you adore more than anything, is it?"She asked with a wicked smile as if she intended to teach him a lesson."But I want you to be that. You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and that you would be mine is...astounding, Alba; you look magnificent, and if you don’t believe that despite stroking me to find your effect on me, I am at a loss."She swallowed."I want to be comfortable with you. And I want you to be comfortable with me. Also, I want to make so many pups with you that-""That you will proceed to treat as endearing pets?""Those...are not the right foreplay words."A scoff left her lips at his reply.If they were to discuss Milos, the night would take a turn, so he lowered himself to her breast and placed the hard nub he had teased in the warm wetness of his mouth.An ‘O’ that remained unvoiced took over her lips."It's my birthday, Alba, so I will lie on the bed and you..."He uttered
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Eight: Morning
Marko N. Ivanov“What does your silence mean, Alba?”His fingers traced the curve of her ass before he leaned in and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh.A gasp escaped her lips but nothing else, so he slid his fingers between her thighs, to her wetness, where he sunk them inside her moist slit and rubbed it to life until her pained cry from his bite turned into a moan.The taste of her blood had a hint of sweetness typically gotten from fruits, but he should not grow used to this. It would be dangerous for both of them if his diet changed to her.His tongue lapped the wound that proceeded to close far too fast, leaving the taste fast fading in his mouth.He almost didn’t swallow just to prolong its aftertaste, but the way her body clenched around his fingers as he rubbed the walls of her sex was too enticing that his mouth closed, and an involuntary dry swallow followed.There it was again, berries and cold cream that weaved beautifully into his lungs, threatening to choke him.His th
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Nine: My Moon {I}
Alba M. CraneThe stone beneath my feet is hot, but I do not feel the pain of the burn; no, I do; it is that everything else within me hurts more than my body has the capacity to express.My hand holds something putrid that I am terrified to gaze at. I can feel its cold, wet and slimy nature, almost like decayed flesh, yet I cannot abandon it; It feels too precious.The room I walk into resembles a throne room, but the walls have crumbled, and there is no ceiling, all of which permits me to watch fire devour everything in sight.There is nothing to quelch the towering pillars of flame; the sky is a burning white, not a cloud in sight, and the air is far too hot and dry to hint at any life.It is as if I am watching the end of the world, and I feel…nothing.Everything is over, nothing is left, and the emptiness in my chest only emphasises this...I do not know how to describe it.Not even tears find my eyes, or perhaps the heat has devoured them?No... they just aren’t there.My gaze t
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty: Dad
Marko N. Ivanov"He takes a nap in the afternoon and wakes at-""At three and fussy, I know,"Marko repeated the words she had chanted endlessly since breakfast.He didn’t understand why she was so worried about his capabilities as a father; had he ever looked after a child? No, did that mean he was bad at it? Also, no.So why did she assume he would fail at this?“Maybe I shouldn't go.”"I've got this, Alba...trust me."Her gaze moved to Milos in his arms before her hand wiped the bubbling drool he spat out.“Eww.”He whispered with a mischievous smile that caused her to pinch him."You need to go; you are getting Violet from the airport first, right?"She nodded.He pressed a kiss to her lips before his hand strayed to the fleshy curve of her buttocks that grew pronounced with the tightness of her bright silver cocktail dress.He swallowed her gasp, and before she could melt into him, a coo sound followed.“Ahabaa!”She broke his kiss instantly to turn to Milos.“Sorry, baby, did I
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-One: Mooch
Alba M. Crane"How is my baby?""Which one?"I ask as Violet settles in the car, and the drive to Rebecca’s mansion begins."Not you, obviously.”She utters as she throws the length of her hair over her shoulder.“You decided to leave me behind in Chrysalis.""Oh please, I asked you to come with me. But you refused; I almost thought you didn’t like us enough to want to come to Ketria with me.”I utter, feigning sadness with an exaggerated pout of my lips."I like you, I like Sharon, hell, I may make some wolf friends that I may grow to like during this party, but let's be honest, I am not cut out for this ‘world’ of howling at the full moon.”“We do not howl at the moon.”“You probably should; you don’t even hunt as a pack anymore like the olden days; that’s why you picked up the habit of smoking.” “Okay. Is this going to turn into a lecture? I would rather it doesn’t, so I will move on; how are Beatrice and George?”“Great, interestingly enough, she is thinking of coming back here t
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Two: Ease
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Three: Sun
“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
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Final Author's Note
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #7: Less Than an Eternity
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.
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #6: Complicated
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #5: Flair
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Six: Disappear
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Five: Betrayal
"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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Four: Magnum
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Three: Sun
“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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Two: Ease
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
