‘Why are the tastiest apples always forbidden? Why do we have to sacrifice our love because our parents got engaged?’ These questions rushed through my mind as he kissed me deeply, pinning me against the wall. I knew that after this, he would say cruel things to me with those same lips, but I couldn't resist him. I loved him but I hated myself for loving him. “Marcus, please. We can't keep doing this.” I begged. But as usual, he ignored my pleas and continued in his caresses, making me want him more. We were lost in our forbidden desires once again, not realizing that the door was left unlocked. Why does my stepbrother keep seducing me? What if our parents discover our secret affair?
Lihat lebih banyakMarcus’ POV I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I listened to Derrick break things off with Tallulah. I could sense the change in her mood as he told her he wouldn't want to see her after the party. She looked both surprised and dejected which made me feel a little bad about coming in between them.I was about to leave to ascend the stairs, but his grip around my arm made me stop.“Hey man. What about the stuff?” He asked.“I have some right here with me. You can start distributing them, and if you need more, I'll get them to you.” He said.I sighed.“You know what, you should distribute them yourself.”His brows raised with confusion.“Yes, Derrick. Just discreetly give the stuff to whoever is in need of it, and when you're done, I'll pay for every one you give.” I continued.“Keep counting as you distribute it and tell me how much I owe you at the end of the party.”He stared at me at first with complete shock written on his face. Usually, it was the attendees who paid for the
Tallulah's POV My eyes rolled back as I gulped down a little sip of beer from the cup I was holding. The room around me had begun to spin and my speech had begun to slur. God! I hate how alcohol intolerant my body is. Just two cups and I was already losing control of my body. “Kathie!!” I called out, searching round the crowded room but she was nowhere to be found.She had given me some clothes for the party even though I told her it was not necessary since I already had my jeans and shirt. Now I was wearing a black skirt which was a bit skimpy and maybe too tight. I kept clenching its fringes and pulling it downwards to cover my exposed thighs.My palms pressed against the wall which I leaned against, afraid that I might fall if I took another step. She even had me wear ridiculous high heels that made me fumble with every attempt I made to stride forward.The noise kept plunging my emotions into a wave of scattered messes, filling me with sadness. Sadness because I didn't know anyo
Marcus' POV I found it hard to believe Derrick when he told me Lilian was ogling at him. It was just his dirty mind playing tricks on him. But again, all the girls he's told me about, all the girls I said we're completely out of his league; somehow, he managed to seduce and screw them one after the other. Even with his whorish attitude which he failed to hide like a hormonal teenager, they still fell head over toes for his charms. I was even afraid that one day, he would break my record.My eyes scanned my stepmom as I watched her speak friendly to Trisha. The way she looked at us seemed normal but I couldn't help but wonder if she did in a way feel captivated by Derrick's muscular build. Who knows… She might be a slut just like Catherine, our last stepmom. Would she fuck him if she had the chance?I ought to have protected her from the lustful beast beside me and warn him to keep his eyes off her. But that wasn't the case. I still hated and had no trust in her. All I had to do to g
Derrick's POV“You better make sure those drugs are sold before the week runs out!!” My Dad's voice sprung from the phone I was clenching.There was something about my Dad that scared me besides the fact that he was a dangerous drug lord who had tens of armed minions working for him. Ever since I was a little boy, he would always beat the shit out of me for every slight mistake I made. I even still had visible scars on my back from the time he beat me with a chain.He was cruel, brutal and always angry, and most of all, he hated me. He'd probably put a bullet in my leg if I didn't sell out the drugs to Marcus and the others.“Do you know how many grand I had to spend on your school fees? I sent you to that damn school for a reason.”“I know Dad.” I stated nervously.“I'll get the money by the end of today.”My heart sank when the call cut abruptly, followed by a terrifying silence. Now that we're done with school, how would I be able to keep the sales going. I could feel my hands sh
Marcus' POVI drove into the vicinity with a mini truck car tailing behind me. The truck was driven by a pitmaster and his assistant whom I hired to make barbeque for the party. In it's trunk stood a large grill set alongside a cooler containing frozen raw beef.My eyes scanned the car-park to see the vehicle stationed haphazardly at the side of the other cars belonging to my father. The unfamiliar vehicle was a red four-seat sports car, its shapes and design giving an erotic vibe. I snickered.Derrick must've borrowed this car to attend the party. There's no way he could afford something this beautiful. He had called me some minutes ago, informing me that he was at the address I had given him for the party. So I contacted the security to let him in.Instead of driving to the garage, I turtled forward to the foot of the mansion so it would be easier to move the stuff in my car as well as the heavy barbecue grill in the truck behind me.“You can set it down there.” I instructed the tw
.Tallulah's POVI found myself anticipating the later part of the day after the party was announced. My anticipation was mostly filled anxiousness considering the fact that I had never met a single one of the their schoolmates who would soon be all over the place. And to think there'd be alcohol, noise and maybe some excessive groping gave me the irks. Maybe I should just stay in my room until it is all over. The first and only party I had ever attended during college at Torson traumatized me. A drunk guy wouldn't stop bugging me and trying to touch me. If a random security hadn't showed up, the motherfucker would have probably ripped off my dress, or worse, his stinking mouth would've landed upon mine. Eww, I'm never putting myself in that situation again.I was very comfortable throughout the day due to the fact that Marcus was absent. He drove into the vicinity in his new car a few times dropping off some drinks in crates as well as disposable cups. The things were so plentiful
Marcus’ POV Deep down, I knew the reason I was eager to have this party was to prove how much control I had over my life. I hate that my father decides everything I do, always threatening me with his so-called ‘consequences.’ He wouldn't dare to give my inheritance to that beautiful stranger, would he? Before he got into the Jeep, I overheard him speaking to his assistant manager over the phone, telling him to take charge while he was gone. That order should've been given to me. Why doesn't he trust me to run things in his absence? He saw me like a little inexperienced child and treated me like one. “Make sure you behave yourself while I'm gone. I don't want to hear any negative reports about you treating your stepsister badly, do you understand?” He asked me. I nodded, but when he was out of the compound, I finally released the smirk I was suppressing. ‘Pftt, he wants me to behave like some dog.’ Not me. I'll do the exact opposite of what he asked. I'll hold a party so wild
Tallulah's POV“Thank you David.” I greeted, a bit excited that he was willing to pay for my education as he promised.I'm pretty sure it's a classic, standard college with great syllabus and lecturers. The college fees would also be way more expensive than my last college at Torson. Which means one thing; it would be filled with rich kids. I swallowed at the thought of that, feeling a wave of anxiousness wash over me. I'm not yet acquainted with their way of life or even their school life. They probably learn more advanced accounting principles. What if I can't meet up to their standards?Mr Winston's voice blurred out in my head as I panicked mentally, until I heard his last words which were addressed to Marcus beside me.“You'd be going to the same college as your sister, Tallulah.”Wait, what now?I was just rejoicing inwardly that I'd have a great opportunity to stay away from this charming sociopath. But he just keeps following me wherever I go.“But Dad, I'm already prepared.
Marcus’ POV“I guess my son swallowed his pride and apologized.”I rolled my eyes at my Dad's annoying comment. Why did he have to say that out loud?My gaze returned to Tallulah who was glancing across the table from where I sat to my Dad, and back again, locking gazes with me.I let out a thin smile and nodded. She immediately broke eye contact with me, her eyes returning to her empty plate. I found it funny how her body twitched with uneasiness with her hands moving underneath the table, probably fidgeting with her soft, arousing fingers. ‘Fuck!’ How would I be able to keep my promise now that she's kept hers?On the bright side, my plan had worked. There was no doubt that I completely dominated several rounds of our lustful games, earning both my father's forgiveness, and the pleasure of visiting the paradise in-between her thighs.“So, Dad…” I started, “Can I come over to the office today?” I asked. “Since I'm done with my final exams, I guess I should start some work at the
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