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Chapter One-Forty-Five: I Mean
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Six: Pity Me
The sun’s set across the horizon casts a peachy sort of orange glow on the sky, and though I wish my focus could remain on the beauty, it is on the landed, sleek private plane resting on the runway.I know they are performing the final checks, yet I cannot help the mixture of nervousness and impatience that floods me as I wait for the doors to open and for Marko to just...be in my field of view.Crap, the nerves are messing with my stomach.I realise when a mild pang settles low, so I turn my attention to the bracelet Sharon offered before I left the house—the same one I had given her in her office years ago after making the decision to revert to Wolfsbane.Unwelcomed memories fill me, yet none brings a smile to my face like the one of Ninko catching us kissing in her office.Oh my, I have involved Sharon in so many of my poorly planned actions.I wonder how best I can reward-The thought vanishes instantly as the door finally opens, releasing a wave of mint and eucalyptus into the ai
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Seven: Secure Slumber
Marko N. Ivanov 'Pity me.'He meant the words.Even now, with his head on her lap, the moment felt godsent, as if it was a miracle that he could smell her up close, yet aren’t miracles often short-lived?What if this was just another dream he had deceived himself with?‘It took me only three days after our rejection for me to crawl to her. I tell you now, Marko, it will not be easy.’His late father’s words played in his head.‘I fought the bond with everything I had and lost everything in return.’He should have listened; he should have been more careful with his words and actions. He almost lost- no, he did.He lost everything.At the time, it was easy to dismiss the words to avoid scandal, but when she left, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.Scandal?It was laughable now that he had nearly lost her to something so silly.His hand on her waist tightened; he loved the way the fabric moved against her skin.He could feel her shudder through its thinness."I do not want to pity you,
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Eight: Leo Smith
“You think I did not fight? I fought the bond with everything I had, and I lost everything in return.”His father uttered in his study, swirling an amber liquid that seemed to match the mood in the room.“You…chose scandal over mother.”He accused, but his father took no offence, merely laughed.“I hope you will not repeat the mistakes I made.”His father laughed again, but this time, the sound seemed to echo and distort the space they were in because suddenly he was in the ballroom, dancing, yet his mind roamed to his mother’s favourite garden.“Focus on me, Marko; people are staring.”Magnolia uttered; so, he did, yet…this was wrong.Despite the knowledge in his belly that something was amiss, he twirled and spun the beautiful blonde, who moved graciously across the floor.She would do him proud and make the best queen Ketria had ever seen. He could feel it…yet he was missing something.But what? This was what he wanted, perfection and regal dignity.The music ceased, and applause e
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Nine: Seven in the Morning
The brightness in the cold room wakes me. If it wasn’t for the hardness of the floor and the numbness of my thighs, I might have forgotten where we were. “Shit.” My curse is barely audible in my groggy state. I can’t believe we fell asleep in someone’s restaurant. Is this even allowed, or does royalty have a pass to halt someone’s business? The weight on my thighs pins me in place; as romantic as it is to have him lie on me, it is quite stiffening for it to be through the night. My muscles cramped twice, and I had to find creative ways to stretch without waking him because, unfortunately, he even sleeps beautifully. Ugh, it must be my weakness for beautiful people that helped me restrain my urge to kick him awake. A soft groan leaves his lips before he turns away from me to rest on the tablecloth covering the floor, relieving my muscles from his weight. My stretch is fast and, let’s face it, the best part of the morning. I want to watch him wake up and converse with him brief
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty: Confidence
"You crazy…!"The words burst through me with such force that I almost utter ‘fuck’ to Marko, yet, though I could halt the completion of my curse, my hand still reaches for Marko's ear, tugging him to me that in his shock, he hunches towards me.I do not mean to make him resemble an ill-behaved child caught misbehaving by their parent, but I cannot help it."Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?"I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed.He is invincible, or he is supposed to be."I just hurt myself.""How?"Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger?His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.“This is-”I try and comment on the broken skin, but Marko lifts my gaze from the injury to meet the silver of his eyes."Why did you leave me."
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-One: Tea
Milos looks identical to Marko.It is especially clear with Marko holding him on the carry-on, so without any confirmation, I am certain the cameras flashing our way as we descend from the plane will cause enough stir in the media.His hand is large enough that it blocks most of the flashes from Milos, but there is always the wind that aids in blowing his platinum hair in the wind.“This way.”Marko’s security personnel guides us into the sleek black car awaiting us, and as soon as the three of us settle inside, breath finds my lungs.This…is harder than I thought it would be, and all I was doing was moving to Ketria, more specifically, the castle, not accepting his proposal to be his queen.My gaze is quick on Milos as soon as I buckle myself in, but he looks undisturbed by the commotion.Soon the vehicle begins to move, its smooth hum reassuring me of the reality of this situation.Pseudo-incest.The word plays in my mind again.It is easy to dismiss the meaning behind the words if
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Two: Childish
Marko N. IvanovA tea party was perfect.A smile touched Marko’s lips at the thought.That it would come the day before the ball was even more fitting, for he could now anticipate his announcement.He did not understand her hesitation, but what he did know was that it would kill him if she hesitated because she had no wish to be tied to him in that way.That she moved to Ketria with him and is open with her affection for him is one thing, but that she would agree to tell the world that she belongs to him and that he belongs to her, that she would agree to be the mother of the nation was another.For starters, it meant that she couldn’t leave him, that she was in this relationship entirely and willing to stick through their ups and downs.His gaze lowered to her perfectly framed breasts; pealing the gown off her damp body was easy. Her shudder followed soon after, encouraging his hold on her.The stiffening of her pert buds called his attention, and for some reason, he no longer rememb
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifty-Three: Our Room
"Did...did you follow me all the way here to ask me that?"Her question was justified. The nursery, where their sleeping bean rested, was not the best place to discuss such a volatile topic."No. I did not follow you for that, I am here for the same reason you are, Milos.”His words were partly truthful, emphasis on partly, but as if her question had been rhetorical, she nodded her head slowly, far too slowly, to hint at any sort of belief in his response.A small hiccup escaped Milos's mouth before he adjusted himself in her arms, and within seconds, his little eyes sealed themselves tightly shut as his breathing grew calmer.Wow, he had never seen it before, but babies really do fall asleep quickly."Is he asleep?"Her glare told him he was the last person she wished to speak to, so he took no offence at the silence that stretched before she stood, kissed Milos’s forehead with a tenderness he wished was reserved for him then placed him back in his crib.He moved toward them and pres
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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
