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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 48. Countermeasures
Marcus’ POV My plan to get Derrick to hook up with Lillian had blown up like an atomic bomb, and now, the smoke from the explosion had filled the entire room, threatening to choke me. I immediately created countermeasures to keep my secret hidden, but it was beginning to seem like everything and everyone was against me. It was as if they already knew. First of all it was Kathie and Trisha who suggested that we go to the hospital. I managed to come up with a believable excuse why they shouldn't do that and I also sent for a maid to treat them here. Mrs Zoey, who was my way of solving the problem, had become a whole new problem on her own. She wouldn't stop blabbing about how we need to go to the hospital to conduct blood tests. It was even worse when she confirmed to Tallulah that the medical personnels would still be available by this time. All she had to do is give her the damn pills and leave for goodness sake. I had to excuse her out of the room and tell her to give Lilian som
Last Updated : 2024-05-31Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 49. Messes and Spills
Marcus’ POV “Dad’s room's pretty messed up.” Kathie said, leaning against the door post with folded arms.Her voice made my heart skip a beat. Where did she come from?I regained my composure, pretending to be standing at the center of the room, doing nothing suspicious.“Yeah, it is.” She took precise strides into the room to observe the mess, and I also followed to do the same. I stood beside her, my eyes trailing down to the champagne coating the floor, tracing down to the tiles underneath the bed.She sighed.“I knew this party was a bad idea.” She stated.“I still can't believe your classmate would do something like that. And now, Miss Lillian’s hurt from what happened between them.”I felt a wave of guilt wash over me because I knew I had something to do with it. Wait, let me rephrase that; the whole thing was my doing. My stupid instincts had developed into evil thoughts, pushing me to do crazy things, to the point where I paid Derrick to seduce her after having her drink a p
Last Updated : 2024-05-31Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 50. Stitched Snitch
Derrick POVAll I could think of was what happened when I and Miss Lilian were alone in that room. I remembered how I kissed her when she least expected it. I also remember how her hands pushed against my stomach, trying to stop me.But I just couldn't stop. The money Marcus promised me if I made it happen and the lust brewing inside of me was enough push I needed to keep going. The woman was truly beautiful and the softness of her skin and body was a complete turn on that made me completely hard, so hard that my dick ached to be inside her.I reached deep into her mouth with my tongue, the taste of a sweetness savoring her tongue, mixing with the taste of champagne in mine. She kept resisting, but I was far stronger and I had kept her shut with my lips pressed against hers. She kept muttering things into my mouth, making me even more aroused.I hated myself for doing it at first, but as I continued in my touches, her pushes against me had begun to reduce. It seemed like she was final
Last Updated : 2024-05-31Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 51. Annoying Insomnia
Tallulah’s POV I supported my mom at her side, helping her onto the bed. My fingers clenched sheets, placing it over her. She had yawned several times with her eyes growing dim from the pills. “Uhm, Tallulah. Could you get the milk from my room?” She asked. “It’ll get bad before tomorrow morning. You'll find it on the stool at the foot of my bed.” “I remember where it is.” I said, moving out of the bed. I strode out of my room into the hallway which was empty without any sign of either Kathie or her brother, Marcus. My annoying subconsciousness had me knocking at Mr Winston's room, and as expected, there was no reply. I pushed the door ajar to see the mess of the champagne and pieces of the broken bottle still intact. I guess it'll be this way until morning. Or should I clean it up? That would only be logical since it was I who did all of it. I was tempted to take care of the place at first, but I dismissed the thought when I remembered how late it was and how far from sober
Last Updated : 2024-05-31Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 52. His Annoying Apologies
Tallulah's POV“Can't sleep.” He asked as I poured myself a drink.“Yeah.” I replied.“Same here.”I filled the cup to the brim, and with one gulp, I drank every bit of it, my eyes rolling back as I took in all its content. The glass dropped from my face to see Marcus still staring at me. Then a smirk tugged at either side of his lips with his eyes scanning my body.“What?!” I asked, trying not to return the smile.“It's nothing.” He said, taking some steps forward.I hated how he always did this same thing when we were alone in a room. He would get closer and closer until there was no way to stop myself from falling from his charms. Also, it was his eyes, the way they fixed on me without wavering even after I had called him out for it.It was obvious that he loved seeing my body respond to his silent stare just like he was doing now. The smile on his face showed that he enjoyed the falter in my gaze and the way I was fidgeting with my fingers which were curled around the carton of m
Last Updated : 2024-05-31Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 53. Stabbed With Love
Tallulah's POV“You're not gonna hurt me Tallulah.”He voiced.My heart paced with every stride he took, closing the space in between us. He had that shimmer in his eyes that showed just how arrogant and confident he felt. That look made me hate him, but for some reason I found myself moving backwards as he drew closer and closer.“You need to stop.” I threatened.He stared back at me with that expressionless look, still striding forward at a slow pace. I wasn't scared at first, nor did I feel charmed by his approach. It was more like an irk feeling, like I was being chased by a zombie. I knew exactly what he was capable of from the way he forcefully touched me in my bathroom, but what I feared the most was what would happen if he did it again. My body would be tempted to give in to his touches and kisses, and we would end up taking our intimacy to dark lengths. And at the end of the night, he would boast about how I couldn't resist him while I torture myself mentally for giving in
Last Updated : 2024-06-01Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 54. Our Third Night
Tallulah's POV“We can't… we shouldn't.” I muttered.His eyes which fell to my mouth, grew dim at my words. But he proceeded in his advances anyway.He leaned in a slow, precise pace with eyes still locked with mine. The intensity of his eyes mixed with the warmth between us wrapped around me, forcing my eyes shut as the inches between our faces thinned out.“Why not?” He whispered.My entire body shivered with a feeling of giddiness when his nose touched chin, his skin brushing against mine. The movements of his breaths against my chin had me sensing where his face was even with my bleak vision. He was searching for my lips, and when he did, he went right for them. His soft lips slowly crashed against mine, and at the same time, I felt his hand leave the sink, his fingers curling around my waist. My clothes were quite tight so it was easy for him to feel every curve as he grabbed me gently.He paused, and pulled back, filling the air with the sound of our breaking kiss. And when the
Last Updated : 2024-06-02Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 55. Soulmates
Tallulah's POVMy fingers gripped his arm, stopping him from touching me. Because I knew what could happen if I let him caress my skin; I would be tempted to give in to his touches.I felt his other hand move again, making my heart pace. Then held my hand, his both hands wrapping around mine with a gentle grip.“Just this once, Lula.” He voiced.My hands lifted to see the hungry look playing on his face, with pleading eyes that darted right into my soul, filling me with some sort of guilt that I was about to stop what was happening between us.“One last time.” I whispered.I knew that if I continued to stare at him, I would end up nodding my head like a fool, so I stared down beneath us, shaking my head again.“I'm sorry, Marcus. We just.. can't.”He sighed, his head falling downcast. I could feel his pain because I was also hurt because I was finally cutting off our forbidden love. The dejected look on his handsome face told me he'd stop. But his hand left mine, lifting until I felt
Last Updated : 2024-06-03
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 89. Death Wish
Marcus’ POVMy mind wandered about, trying to imagine why she wasn't taking her calls, considering the fact that it was already 9am and the carteen must have served her dinner an hour ago which would have given her enough time to be in her room at this hour. I dialed the number over and over again, but it was still the same result. The series of dial tone beeps on and on until the call was cut. The only two reasons I could think of was either she was asleep or she just didn't want to talk to me. But both reasons seemed strange due to the fact that I knew Tallulah never slept early nor would she want to avoid speaking to me. We hadn't gotten into any dispute lately, and most importantly, the last time we parted after she strode into her dorm, her chins were flushed against her will with a warm smile across her lips. I could feel a smirk creeping across my lips as I thought of how perfect she looked as she walked away into the girl's dormitory with her box trailing behind her. Even t
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 88. Her New Crush
Marcus' POVThe sight of the other students lifting their hands to answer questions, and the sound of their voice as they did so enthusiastically gave me irks. It reminded me of the first year of school when I had been like them, doing all I can to stay relevant and loved by the lecturers. After a while, I saw the real pictures and realized that it was all unnecessary since it only mattered if the exams and tests were passed properly.Most of the students in my department were men who were advanced in age, some even as old as my father. They must've come to take the course just like my father made me do because they needed the certificate for a job they wanted. The thought of how long I was going to have to deal with this unending circle of classes, tests, and exams annoyed me deeply. Not just a week or a month, six whole months which would probably rob me of my mind before I was halfway through it.I thought of just leaving and spending the rest of the session hanging out with some
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 87. Regrets and Paranoia
Lililan's POVThe sight of the three siblings, Tallulah, Marcus and Kathie leaving the house in the sparkling Ferrari threw my mind into tides of thoughts as I wondered how their school would be like and how they would cope now that they would be away from home during the weekends. I wasn't that worried about Marcus since he had already been in school for four years, graduating with a perfect grade. My concern was about the girls, Kathie and Lula. Before I graduated highschool, I had met Tallulah's father and had the affair with him that changed my life forever. My dream of going to college to study a course which would help me do what I loved was destroyed with the sight of that strange but handsome fellow. When I found out I was pregnant and was far from the prevention stage, I kept the secret away from my grandmother who I loved since I had lost my parents when I was just ten years old. Life was already rough for us since she and my uncle struggled to pay the fees and afford my e
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 86. Irresistible Bella
Kathie's POV The days blurred together in a whirlwind of lectures, assignments, and the steady rhythm of Bella's presence in our dorm room. Each evening brought a quiet routine: Bella engrossed in her coding projects, me buried in textbooks, both of us occasionally exchanging brief words or glances that seemed to convey more than what was spoken aloud.One particularly exhausting Friday afternoon, after a marathon of classes, I returned to our room feeling drained. Bella was already there, as usual, her focus intent on her laptop screen. I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh."You look beat," Bella remarked, her voice breaking the silence. She glanced over at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I managed a weak smile. "Yeah, these lectures are really taking it out of me."Bella nodded sympathetically. "I get it. Want me to make some tea again? It might help you unwind."I hesitated for a moment, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Actually, that sounds p
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 85. Sleeping Beauty
83. Kathie's POVThe following days of lectures came in a rush, each day filled with two or more lectures which lasted two hours each. There was so much information to take in as the lectures did their best to make sure that everyone understood what they were teaching. I knew it wasn't this way in other colleges. I heard from my friends that their lectures don't even bother to come to classes most times, and when they did, they taught their courses to a class of over two hundred students, not caring if the students understood what they taught or not. I wouldn't blame them though, imagine having to make each of those hundreds of students understand each lecture. It would be exhausting. The only suffocating thing about this school was my new roommate, Bella Terrace. I wouldn't exactly use the word ‘suffocating’ due to the fact that it was a sweet kind of uneasiness I felt whenever she was present in the room. Most of the time, she was always on her PC, typing quickly in a manner that
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 83. Connor McAllister
Tallulah's POVI couldn't help but check my makeup over and over again on my phone's screen as I stood at the university's bustling cafeteria, nervously scanning the room for Connor. We had agreed to meet here for coffee, and despite my initial reservations, I was determined to approach this with an open mind. It wouldn't be fare to write him off just because of his looks which made him look like a dangerous gangster. The sight of him sitting across the room at he extreme end had taking large breaths as I prepared myself to meet him. Spotting him at a corner table, I made my way over, my heel slapping against thw tlles as i maintained the posture wuth a warmth on my face that resonated wjgh my burning chest.Connor looked up as I approached, his face breaking into a warm smile. "Hey, Tallulah! Glad you could make it," he greeted, gesturing for me to take a seat across from him."Hey, Connor," I replied, returning his smile as I settled into the chair. The aroma of freshly brewed coff
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 81. My New Dorm
Tallulah's POVThe calmness in the air was quite palatable, bringing me relief as I stared into his expression filled with remorse. I admired his bravery, not afraid to stand his ground regardless of who was against him, as long as protecting me was involved. After a few seconds of staring, he shrugged lightly, his eyes shooting at the car.“So, are you going to drive off, or not?” he asked, my brows rising in confusion.My fingers felt the keys in my palms, realizing that he had given me his car keys a moment ago. I was beginning to remember the conversation we were having about me taking his car while he walked to my dorm, and I had also remembered my firm resolve not to let him off easily.“Are you sure you want to hand the love of your life over to me?” I asked, earning a chuckle from his lips.He snickered. “Come on, Lula. We both know you're the love of my life. That car is just a substitute now that you're my step sister.”I found the joke awkward rather than funny, but I smile
