“Oh my god! Please…” I choked on tears as I cried into the pillow. My hand fisted the bed sheet while he wrecked me with the intensity of his relentless strokes. “Aaaarhhh.” I cried out, unable to stop myself when he reached a spot I didn't know existed, and momentarily forgetting that I should be as quiet as possible. “Shhhh,” his tone was mocking as usual. I could see the taunt in his eyes he fucked me into the bed from behind, “keep it down stepsister. You don't want your mom to find out what her prim and proper daughter’s favorite hobby is, right?” Evelyn, an ordinary human and Brandon, the lycan prince have been academic rivals since they both resumed Zenith Prep. Evelyn hates him because he plays around and doesn't deserve to be a straight A student and Brandon hates her because she's a mere human and she should be a slave rather than his academic rival. Things changed when their single parents married each other and they became stepsiblings. With Brandon privy to Evelyn’s private life, he's able to uncover a secret he holds over her head to do anything he wants. These include things stepsiblings shouldn't be caught doing, things they both enjoy so much they don't want it to end. As they spend more time together, lines blur between what is and what shouldn't be. They both want to be with each other but not only is their family bond standing in their way but also the fact that Brandon has a caring mate. And maybe, a much bigger conspiracy would keep them apart forever.
もっと見る81.Ivy's POVI let out a loud moan, my head falling back against the bathroom wall. The water cascaded over us, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was him, deep, relentless, perfect.“Fuck, Ivy,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so tight. You take it so well.” His words were like fuel, igniting a fire in my core.I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he moved faster, harder. The water slicked our skin, making every touch electric. I could feel the wall behind me, cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against mine.“Look at your pussy milking my dick,” he taunted, his voice laced with raw desire.I couldn’t help but whimper, my body already spiraling out of control. The combination of the water, his rough movements, and the way he filled me was overwhelming. I was drowning in sensation, and I loved it.His hand slid down, his fingers brushing against my clit, and I gasped. “Oh God, Brandon,” I breathed, my voice shaky.He
Ivy's POV.By the time dinner was over, I was breathless. My body was tense, and every nerve on edge, with the unsatisfied ache gnawing at me like a relentless fire.He had done this to me on purpose, and I needed to get out of there.The second I left the table, I made my way back to my room, shutting the door behind me harder than necessary. I went straight to my desk and sat, trying to ignore and push past the building frustration. Flipping open my notebook, I tried to force my focus, but the words on the page blurred together. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I couldn’t think about anything else.Not with this heat coiling low in my stomach, throbbing, desperate.The way his fingers teased me under the table, the deliberate, torturous pace of it. He never once looked at me, never let anyone suspect a thing, all while controlling my reactions so easily.I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the ache and the desperate need.My grip
Maybe I needed the word slut branded permanently on my head.I wanted to believe it had only happened because he blackmailed me. That was the easy excuse. The logical one. But deep down, I knew better. When he touched me, when he looked at me like I was his, like I had always been his, I didn’t resist the way I should have.I tried not to think about it, but how could I? We lived under the same roof. Every morning, I had to see him at breakfast, pretending everything was normal. We drove to school together in suffocating silence. He existed in every part of my daily life, unaffected, like nothing had happened.But for me? It felt like I was drowning.Days passed, but the weight in my chest never lifted. I wasn’t even hungry tonight, but skipping dinner wasn’t an option. My mother hated when I didn’t eat properly. So, I sat at the dining table, barely pushing food around my plate, trying to ignore Brandon’s presence across from me.I had almost succeeded, until I heard my name.“Aaron
78.Ivy's POV.I should have hated this. Brandon forced me to do this and I should have been disgusted, furious, anything but this.Anything but wet.But I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t stop the heat pooling between my thighs. I tried to focus on the anger, on the humiliation, but every guttural groan he let out, every thrust of his hips against my mouth, only made me wetter.Every groan, every low breathless curse only made it worse.And he knew it.I could tell by the way his fingers threaded through my hair, his grip tightening, his breath coming sharper. His hold on my head was firm, while his other hand pressed the back of my head down as his dick slid past my lips continuously. "You're enjoying this, don’t you?" His voice was rough, teasing. "You’re enjoying it even more than I am."I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, hating him, hating myself."God," he growled, his head tilting back slightly. "I can smell you, Ivy. You’re fucking dripping for me.”His words were
77.Brandon's POV.Burning the damn teddy bear had been stupid and petty. But after watching Aaron kiss her, after seeing the way she let him, I had lost every rational bone in my body.I barely remembered getting home. Barely remembered storming toward the incinerator, shoving that ridiculous stuffed thing into the flames, and watching it disintegrate into nothing but blackened scraps and rising smoke.The satisfaction had been fleeting.Now, all I had left was Ivy standing in my room, fuming, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at me like she wanted to strangle me.All this over a stupid teddy bear.I exhaled sharply, leaning against the weight rack, my expression impassive. “It was ugly. Hurting my eyes just sitting there.” I glanced at her, completely unbothered. “I’ll buy you a better one. More expensive.”Her nostrils flared, her entire body vibrating with anger. “It’s not about the price, Brandon!” Her voice shook, raw with frustration. “It was a gift. From someone who act
Ivy's POV The week had me and Aaron getting closer in ways I hadn’t really anticipated.We started doing assignments together, bouncing ideas off each other, explaining things when the other didn’t understand. It was easy with him, lighter. He had this way of making even the most boring subjects seem interesting, spinning facts into jokes, turning late-night study sessions into something I actually looked forward to.One free period, we ended up in the biology lab, going over notes for an upcoming test. It started with a playful argument over the classification of some species, with Aaron being annoyingly smug about his answer.“I’m telling you, Ivy, I’m right,” he said, leaning forward on the desk, his grin infuriatingly confident.I scoffed. “You’re not.”“I literally just proved it.”“You think you proved it.”“I did.” He tapped the textbook between us, eyes glinting with amusement. “And do you know why?” He paused dramatically. “Because I’m brilliant.”I rolled my eyes. “That’s d
Brandon's POV.The moment we stepped into the house, Ivy and her mom started gushing about Aaron like he was the greatest thing to ever happen to her.I barely had one foot through the door before her mom’s eyes landed on the massive teddy bear in Ivy’s arms. Her reaction was instant, her face lit up, and she practically squealed, clapping her hands together like an overly excited schoolgirl.“Oh my God, Ivy, this is adorable! He won this for you?”Ivy nodded, shifting the bear slightly in her arms, a small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, he’s actually really sweet.”Sweet.I tightened my grip around my keys, the metal digging into my palm as my jaw locked in place.Her mom wasn’t done. “I like him already,” she continued, her voice full of genuine excitement. “And he likes you, too. You can see it all over his face. This boy is head over heels.”Ivy hummed softly, trailing her fingers absentmindedly through the teddy bear’s fur. There was a pause, just long enough for s
Brandon's POVIvy had been quiet since we left the room, her gaze distant, her expression unreadable. She walked a few steps ahead of me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was trying to hold herself together.And I didn’t know what to do about it.I told myself to walk away. To leave Ivy alone. To focus on Amari, my mate. The girl I was supposed to be bound to for life. The one fate had supposedly chosen for me. It should have been simple. Natural.But it wasn’t.No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.Nothing about Amari stirred anything in me. Not her scent, not her touch, not the bond that was supposed to make her the most desirable person in the world to me. Instead, all I felt was… nothing.And yet, Ivy, fuck, Ivy consumed me.Her scent got under my skin, her voice lingered in my head long after she was gone, she drove me insane in a way nothing else ever had. I could feel her, even when she wasn’t near. She was like an itch I couldn’t scratc
Ivy's POV I didn’t want to go. Every part of me resisted, a heavy weight settling in my chest at the thought of spending the day pretending everything was fine, especially around Amari. After what happened with Brandon again, I could barely look at her without heavy guilt twisting inside me.But when Amari showed up at my house, practically glowing with excitement, I knew I had no way out.She hugged me the second I stepped outside, squeezing my arm like we were best friends. “Come on, Ivy! You look like you’re heading to your execution, not a fun date.”I forced a smile, my jaw tight. “I’m just tired.”“Well, this will wake you up.” She grinned, bouncing on her heels. “Treasure hunt at the fun park. It’s gonna be amazing.”Amazing. Right.With no excuse strong enough to get me out of it, I found myself in the backseat of Brandon’s car as we drove toward the fun park.The place was massive, a mix of carnival rides, neon-lit game booths, and themed escape rooms scattered throughout.
IVY I stared at the score on the top-right corner of the script, willing the scores to change but it didn't. The 98 remained there while my stomach churned. I looked through the script, searching for a mistake from the teacher. There was a mistake quite alright but it wasn't from the teacher. It was from me and that stupid miscalculation had caused me two whole marks! "Careful Ivy," the voice that always annoys me and makes my skin crawl said. I didn't need to look up at him to see the taunt in his eyes. "Glaring at your scores won't make it change," he leaned over to peer at my script. "98. Not bad. From there to 70 to 40 and finally, the zero that you deserve so you'll be forced to withdraw. Who knows, I might be kind enough to employ you as a cleaner here." I looked up at him. If it was another person, I'd have been shocked at the intensity of the hatred in their eyes. But this was Brandon Castle. He hated me more than anything. And I hated him thrice as much. ...
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