All Chapters of HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ivy's POV.I barely hesitated before shoving the door closed, aiming to shut Brandon out entirely. But he was faster. His hand shot out, catching the edge before it could slam in his face. His grip was firm, unyielding, and with what looked like minimal effort, he pushed the door back open, forcing his way in as if my resistance was nothing more than an inconvenience.“Wow,” he mused, stepping forward with the kind of arrogance that made my skin crawl. His lips curled into an easy smirk, as if he had all the time in the world, as if he had already won whatever twisted game he was playing.“This is the thanks I get? I expected at least a little bit of gratitude. Maybe even a heartfelt ‘Oh, Brandon, thank you for saving my life!’” His hand pressed against his chest in mock sincerity, his expression dripping with amusement. “Instead, I get an attempted door to the face. Feels a little unfair, don’t you think?”My fingers tightened around the edge of the door, my knuckles aching from the

33.Brandon's POV.Ivy had no idea what she was doing to me. She didn’t know that every sound that fell from her lips, every little shudder of her body, every slow roll of her eyes when pleasure took over, ruined me. It didn’t just turn me on; it consumed me, swallowed me whole, left me teetering on the edge of something dark, something uncontrollable.I watched her, my fingers barely moving, but she was already trembling, already lost in that haze of pleasure only I could pull her into. Her breath hitched, her back arched, her mouth parted in that perfect little moan that made my stomach clench painfully. I felt the tension in my body coil tighter, my cock throbbing against my zipper, the pressure unbearable. It was Ivy. It was her. No one else had ever done this to me. No one had ever made me feel like I was losing control just by reacting to my touch.The way she whimpered, hips twitching, her hands fisting so tight like she needed something to hold on to, like she was drowning i

Ivy's POV.I stood among the crowd of students gathered in the assembly hall, barely paying attention as Principal Gladstone stepped up to the podium. She tapped the microphone, waiting for absolute silence before she spoke."Before we begin today’s announcements, I want to address an issue that has caused a great deal of misunderstanding and unnecessary harm," she began. The room went impossibly still, every student suddenly paying attention."As many of you are aware, there was a recent disciplinary hearing regarding Evelyn Hughes." My name carried through the speakers, sending a wave of shock and anxiety through me. This was about me."Due to new evidence brought forward, we have determined that Ivy was a victim of blackmail and coercion."A murmur rippled through the crowd, heads turning in my direction, but I was too stunned to react."The accusations against her were false. Any speculation, any rumors, end here. We will not tolerate the harassment of a student who was manipu

Ivy's POV.A new date was set for the test, and while most students groaned about having to retake it, I felt hopeful. But I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that I was being set up for failure all over again.That evening, I decided to talk to him, hoping that maybe he’d give me some sort of hint, a warning, anything to let me know if I was expected to “behave” again.So I casually slipped into the living room and found him sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his other hand scrolling through his phone like he didn’t have a single care in the world.I hesitated for a second before walking over, pretending like my heart wasn’t slamming against my ribs.“Hey.”No response.I perched on the armrest of the couch, forcing my voice to stay casual. “So… Mrs. Reynold mentioned the upcoming oratory contest today. The Global Oratory Championship. She thinks I have a good shot at winning.”Still nothing.I swallowed and tried again. “I still have to prepare my s

39.Ivy's POV.I can’t do this.That was the only thought running through my mind as I knelt there, my whole body was tense, and my hands curled into fists at my sides. Brandon towered over me, his expression unreadable, though there was a glint in his eyes that made my stomach turn.He was watching me like a predator watches its prey, like he was waiting for something.“Well?” he prompted, cocking a brow. His voice was smooth, expectant, dripping with that familiar taunting edge that made my skin crawl.I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry, my hands trembling at my sides. I had no idea where to start, no idea what to do.He must have noticed my hesitation because he sighed and cupped my chin, tilting my head up further. “Open.”I did. Automatically.He slid into my mouth and I took him in, inch by inch. His taste exploded on my tongue, salty and musky. I didn't know how to do it. I've never been in this situation before. “Use your tongue,” his voice was a harsh groan, “pretend this