Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Jasmine’s POV

Hardin’s lips sealed over mine and my eyes widened in surprise at how soft and gentle he kissed me, his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulled me closer to him. And I did not realize that my phone had slipped from my grasp until his hand caught it. And when he released me, we stared at each other.

“I’m giving you a chance to walk away now, Jasmine. Do it now.” He breathed, stretching out his hand to give me my phone and I was surprised because again, this was unlike Hardin Morales.

What was going on with him?

And why did his offer to let me go now make me want to stay?

Why did his words do nothing but make me want to stay?

Throwing my phone on the couch behind him, I took a step forward, my eyes locked on his and when he got the message, he released a harsh breath.

“Jasmine, you had better get out now or…”

“Or what?” I dared to ask, watching as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Do you really want to be fucked by someone that doesn’t know how to fuck?” He snapped and I took another step forward, eyes still locked on his beautiful blue ones.

“You are all talk, Hardin. Always talking. When are you going to stop talking?”

His eyes darkened and this time when he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, there was no hesitation, no second thoughts. Nothing but precision as he slid his tongue into my mouth, his other hand palming my ass as he groaned into the kiss.

Lifting me up by grabbing my thighs, he placed me gently on the bed and got rid of my dress and robe, inhaling to find me completely naked beneath it.

When his eyes moved down to my exposed pussy, I tried to close my legs, my face turning red with embarrassment but he stopped me with a hand before I could completely shut my thighs.

Nodding, he swallowed hard, pulling me closer towards the edge of the bed and began trailing his tongue up my thighs, torturously slow. I jerked immediately, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Hardin” I whispered, unsure of what I wanted to even ask him for, my hand going into his hair and when he looked up at me, I hated to admit that he had one of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen.

A shade of blue that was sometimes as light as the sky and could suddenly become a deep azure when he was angry, upset or in this case, turned on.

He kept the light teasing going, making sure to avoid my slit where he knew I needed his touch the most and I wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

If he was torturing me because of the lie that I had told to hurt him. Because we both knew that I had lied that day.

My soft pants came down in a more rapid manner as he drew the tongue closer and closer, and I gripped down on his hair in an attempt to push my pussy towards his mouth, seeking relief from his torture.

Drawing his tongue closer to my clit, I inhaled a sharp breath, my entire body taut as I prepared for his tongue on my pussy, shamelessly pushing myself forward and gripping his hair even tighter as my legs shook with need unlike I had ever felt before.

Perhaps I would regret this when I was no longer feeling like I was going to combust if he didn’t kiss me down there but right now, all I could think about was that I didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him.

All I wanted was Hardin.

I didn’t know if that made me foolish to even be thinking out loud and what would happen after this.

Because this was the first time that we had an actual verbal consensual agreement between us before doing any of this.

Did that mean that he had finally stopped hating me and my mother?

Did that mean that he didn’t think we were here to take his father away?

Did this mean that things had changed between us?

Before my thoughts could even be completed, my eyes locked on his again and I knew that this was it.

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He took my clit in his mouth without mercy, grabbing my thighs as I threw back my head and screamed.

My legs began to shake as he continued to lick and suck, bite and taste me, and my hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as if he could not already be close enough. My entire body ached with pleasure and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering his name over and over again.

“Fuck, Hardin” I cried as he stuck a finger into my pussy and he groaned against my clit when my walls gripped his finger hard. I gasped as he increased his pace and I knew that he felt it the moment I was close. He felt every moment of it when I tilted over the edge and fell.

He felt it when the orgasm hit me and as my entire body shook, he continued to suck my clit through the orgasm and I jerked against his fingers, riding his digits hard and shamelessly.

I was still quivering with pleasure when holding me effortlessly, he removed his fingers from my pussy and slammed into me to the hilt in one move that had me arching my back, a scream in my voice as I wrapped my legs around him that he swallowed with a deep kiss.

He withdrew, dragging the thick, heavy crown across the tissues inside me. Then he moved back into me, taking me to my limits as he started to make love to me slow and steady. It was almost painful, the way pleasure rocked into me.

“Ah, God.” I writhed in his grip. “You’re so deep.” I whispered, beyond rational thought as I held on to him as he rocked into me like we had all the time in the world.

He fucked me deliciously slow and controlled, thrusting like a man set out to ruin. I held on, trembling, and spread wide for the relentless drives of his hard penis. Eyes locked on mine, he moved in and out of me again and again, the slow buildup of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole.

It made me almost dizzy, just how much fucking Hardin made me wet. I was sure that I would stain the bed with how wet and slippery I was and Hardin growled, finally increasing his pace.

As if my body was just waiting for another opportunity to experience earth shattering pleasure, I tensed as Hardin slammed into me one more time and I felt the orgasm hit me, my walls holding on to Hardin’s dick so tight, I saw his body start to shake.

Quickly pulling out of me, he turned around and his body jerked as he came on his shirt that was on the ground.

And then I saw his shoulders tense and he didn’t look at me as he spoke.

“Leave, Jasmine.”

It felt like I was dreaming. Was he really asking me to leave? After what we had just shared.

I should have known better.

“Hardin, I..”

“Just get out” he said and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door after him.

I wanted to feel sad for the way he pushed me out, like what we had just shared meant absolutely nothing but as I headed out of his room, fully dressed with my phone in my hand, I cursed myself for even having such crazy fantasies about Hardin changing.

He was not capable of changing.

And I was stupid for ever thinking that way.

Entering my room, I headed to my balcony to close the doors but just as I was about to, I saw someone hiding around a corner close to the woods.

But that was not what made me wait.

It was the second figure that approached the hooded figure that had made me stop because I recognized that gait, that hair and that cloak.

It was Lisa, Hardin’s aunt and my arch nemesis.

They stood there talking for several minutes and this was one of those times that I hated that I didn’t have werewolf abilities. I would have been able to hear them or at least hear some bits and pieces. It would have come in handy in moments like this.

Closing the door before Lisa could see me, I turned around and headed into the shower to quickly bathe, again.

When I came out, I heard a knock on the door and part of me wondered if it was Hardin coming to apologize.

And opening the door, it was the last person I expected to see behind my door, and knocking at that late hour of the night.

It was Lisa.