Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 60

Giving him the go ahead signals when I parted my lips, so he could comfortably suck the lower part of my lips.

With how immersed we were in the kiss, I began to take steps backwards, towards my bed. And when I had gotten to a comfortable edge, he made me lay down and placed himself above me.

What started as a kiss was already going wild when Hardin ripped my clothes off and his hands messed with my nipples. I was getting wet, and like always, his touch was getting the best of me.

“Hardin…” I let my words trail off, as I was still not sure if I really wanted him to stop.

His lips left mine, and came down to my breast. With the way he sucked on it, I lost every restriction that I had placed on myself, and reached out for his dick.

Just when I was about to let my hands slide into his shorts, he pulled away from me.

“I don’t think we should do this. Sleep now,” He said, and left the room, leaving me to cringe in my foolishness.

I should not have started the hug, I should not have allowed the kiss to continue, I should not have shown him that I wanted him. Many things that I should have stopped myself from doing.

Now, I was disgusted at myself that I even desired him that much when I was to be caring about my mom’s recovery.

And still curled up in the fetal position, burning in my regrets, I had no idea when I drifted off to sleep, only noticing that it was a new day to continue living like I loved my existence when my alarms kept on ringing the next day.

“Did anything happen? You have been so absent minded,” Lorenzo mentioned as soon as he joined me where I sat alone at the school garden, and I was glad that he cared.

Forcing a smile to my lips, “I am fine. Everything is okay,” I replied.

“You know you can tell me anything right? I always want to help. And my instincts are strongly settled that you are not fine. What is it, Jasmine?”

I turned my face away from Lorenzo as I did not want him to see the tears that had rolled on to my cheeks.

“You are crying?” He questioned with a frown on his face, then pulled me to him and patted my back.

“I feel sad that you call me your friend when you don’t see me fit to share your problems with,” he sighed, his actions causing me to be overwhelmed by guilt.

I wiped away the tears that had dropped on my cheeks, then raised my face back to him, “I am sorry.”

“It’s fine! I understand if you…”

“It’s my mom,” I interrupted him instead. He sure deserved to know what was wrong, and hiding my mom’s illness was not going to help in any way.

What I needed was an antidote, and maybe I might just be lucky to get it from where I did not expect.