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Chapter One-Forty-One: Everything {III}
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Two: Seven
The intrusiveness of Marko’s warm tongue finds my nub with ease weakening my knees. The support I had counted on, his hair and shoulders, were no longer enough, so I permit my back to rest on the wall behind me.His tongue stiffens beneath my nub as he runs delicious circles that flutter my eyes shut.A whimper escapes me at the merciless way his scent floods my lungs to sear my body inside out.I shouldn’t be in heat, yet this sensation feels ridiculously familiar.The burn of my nipples against my bra must be their scream of protest at being abandoned, and while I wish to rub them, I did not pump them of milk before coming down, so I do not wish to surprise him this soon.A series of moans I cannot seem to halt slide past my lips as the feel of his large fingers sliding into me overwhelms me."Marko, wait.""No."His curt no, which is muffled by my flesh, causes me to gasp.A stillness passes between us before he begins to hum."What are you-"It only takes a second for my flesh to
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Three: Oh?
"Are you sure?"Marko asks as he lifts Milos's tiny legs to finish wiping him on the diaper station.I can tell he isn’t happy about the stranger in his space, but he isn’t fussy either, which is weird."Yes, it’s supposed to be that colour.”I utter as I hand him a fresh new diaper.“It's normal.""But we can have the doctor check; I mean-"Spray that one can only hope is water -it isn't- springs from Milos's tiny and undiapered body all over Marko.An ‘Oh…’ is the only sound to leave my lips before a string of laughter follows from Milos’s lips, making me fight the urge to hold back my own."Oh, this is funny?”Marko asks, his eyes still wide from the little accident as he turns to me, and my head shakes from left to right to emphasise my ‘no’, yet my smile still holds.“You two are in on this?"Marko concludes with a smile as he widens his arms and begins walking towards me."Give me a hug.""No…no, thank you.”"Come now, you didn’t plan this, and it is natural, right? So, hug me.”
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #4: What a Relief
♥♥ Me: Bonuses should be a nice relief from the main story, with minimal conflicts and angst to complement an angsty main story. Also, me writing this chapter: (⚆_⚆) Lol, enjoy and again, thank you, thank you, thank you, for reading and voting for ‘Bound to My Wicked Stepbrother’. ♥♥ "Cut!" The director's voice rings clearly in the room, permitting me to slip from Marko's wet arms. He reaches for me, but he lets go when I fake a wobble on the slippery tiles. "You have been avoiding me, Alba." "It's in your head." I utter with a smile as my gaze turns away from his near-naked frame. "Oh, so you haven't blocked my number?" "I do not have your number; how can I block a number I do not have?" I respond with a smile before waving to Janine, who begins to rush over with my robe. I have blocked his number. It was easier than watching the phone over the break just to see if it would ring. It is pathetic of me, but if I wanted to reach someone who bl
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Four: Anything Like
Marko "Come with me." Marko uttered, trying his best to maintain the steadiness in his voice. Her gaze turned to the water; then again, she slid her body onto his so that her butt was to his groin and her gaze back to the ceiling. He did not wish to assume that her turning away from him was a form of rejection, but…he knew. Yet, despite the ache in his chest, he still craved her. His hands left her waist to part the cheeks of her buttocks so that his length rested between her tight warmth. He hardened instantly. She felt him; she must have for a breathy moan slid past her lips. "Come with me to Ketria, Alba." He asked again, this time grinding his length against her flesh. "No." He stilled at her answer. He knew she would turn him down, yet he couldn’t help the anger bubbling within him, begging him to ask if she intended to keep Milos from him or if she would flee in his absence. Petty questions considering the conversation they had, but he couldn’t help it. He was still
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Forty-Five: I Mean
My dressing of Milos in both socks and mittens is disrupted by his flailing about.I cannot voice my frustration because his smile is so distractingly bright that I seem to want him to do this forever.I wish he could stay this size for eternity, yet even the sock I place on him are new to fit his rapidly growing body."Babe, you there?""Babe?"I repeat, and Marko’s laugh fills the receiver.For a moment, I forgot that he was watching me through the phone I had propped on the wall during our video conversation."Yes. ‘Babe’, you are both my babies, aren’t you?""Mm..."I hum to cease the smile forming on my face, but I do not know if I have fooled him, for when my gaze lifts briefly to meet his, his cheeky smile captures me."You look beautiful, Alba.""Stop lying to me, it's six a.m. here, and my greatest achievement is waking and feeding Milos.""Feeding him my milk, you mean.""Oh my God, stop...saying that!"His laugh flows with ease.It's been three days since he left. He was to
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
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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
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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
