All Chapters of Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A knock on the car window was all it took to jolt me. How long have I been holding him? How long had it been since we reached the palace? It is night now; the driver and security personnel have been long dismissed, all before he fell asleep on my chest. My gaze turns to the window: Magnolia stands on the other side in eveningwear. The position we are in is not in the least bit excusable, yet detaching myself from him seems impossible; his grip around my waist tightens the more I squirm. “Marko, you have to let go now.” I whisper, but he doesn’t budge. My peel from him is more forceful than it should be; still, I manage to slide out of the car. My shirt is wet from his tears. The chill of the night as his warmth escapes me emphasises this. “Sorry, he isn’t awake yet-.” “I’ll take it from here, priestess. I feel you have done enough. Do you know that you both are on every media outlet in the kingdom?” “I am his stepsister; I should be able to be photographed near him.” “Are

“What the hell was that?" I begin, my hands planted on my waist in a show of disapproval once we enter a private room away from the spring gloom and prying eyes. He doesn’t meet my gaze, so I call his attention. "Rhett, what was that?" "Do you want to end this?" His question is the same as the one he asked in my office. Then, I had no answer. But this time, I do. "Yes." He takes in a rugged breath. "I was emotional in the car-" "I know. I know, Rhett, and before you leap to your conclusions, I am not saying, ‘I want to end this’ because of Marko.” He snorts before his pacing from one end of the empty but furnished tearoom to the other picks up. “You may not believe me, but it’s true. Rhett, being with you means understanding your fear of your father, and my marrying you means accepting it, and I don’t feel comfortable doing that.” “I am not asking you to find comfort in my decisions but to honour your promise!” “How can I do that when-” I bite my lip to quell my outburst,

"Strangers..." He repeats as a scary feeling takes over his aura. A slow, rich laugh escapes him as he undoes his tie roughly. I squelch the throb of my core because despite the sensation asking me to run, he looks sexy, especially as he tosses the tie to the living room couch, and it slides to the floor. "What are you doing?" I ask as he approaches me; his pace is too fast for him to be eager for my sauce. "I'm thinking..." "Thinking?" I repeat, unable to form another thought as an eagerness to escape his field of view claims me. "Father, mother, even my stepmother, are all dead.” He utters as he removes his black coat and scarf, yet again tossing the two on the couch. “I am the only Ivanov remaining, and you…you made me that by walking away from this, from me. You keep finding new ways to run from me; frankly, I am tired!” "Oh, ‘you’re tired’? Marko, you don't give me a choice! You never give me a choice; running from you is easy because being in love with you is agony!"

He hasn’t moved, not yet. He merely pierced through me with his shaft and held his position as my entire slit wrapped around his flesh. For a moment, it feels as if my entire body has convulsed in ecstasy…and yet, my orgasm does not come; even with my toes curled and the floor beneath us wet with the spilt moisture from our potent arousal, nothing. My body maintains its needy high, which causes the burning sensation in my core that makes me crave more—more friction, more pleasure, more… His hips roll back, then swing into me again, and while a loud moan escapes me, I want him faster. Each time his shaft leaves me, the pressure in my lower abdomen lessens, and I anticipate his delightful fill inside me because his thrust grinds into something within me that threatens to buckle my knees. As if his neediness matched my own, his thrusts into me picked their pace without my request. With each rock of his hips, his constant grind of the special place magnified a bubbling sensation that

Hello! I did not receive any complaints, so I plan on continuing these bonuses, periodically, with no warning. Since the support for them is high, if you do not like them or they pull you out of the story, please skip them. Again, this chapter has nothing to do with the main story; consider it a parallel universe; it is an extra, hence free. Quick disclaimer this chapter bears a dubious consent trigger warning. As always, thank you for reading and for your continued support! Undercover_Ostritch (Ostrich Ostrich) ** "Cut, great take!" The director yells. They sound different from usual, but that could be the blood rushing in my ears. Pulling my body up from the counter is hard, but the worst is meeting Marko’s hard cock tucked in his boxers, with my centre as I lift; thank heavens for the apron and nude panties to keep me from overexposing myself. My rectification of the apron, to keep his gaze from my chest, is quick, not like he hasn’t seen them before, but since the trail