Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Jasmine's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror and what stared back at me was a horrified, extremely sad girl.

How my life had drastically changed in the couple of hours following my mother's departure with Russo for the weekend still felt like a dream. I wanted to wake up and find out that everything was just one horrid nightmare. But like the dead rat and the note in blood that Hardin had left on my bed, it was real.

Hardin had done all of those things to me, each time without remorse or care.

He had touched me and my body had shamefully responded even though I hated everything. Even though I begged him to stop. And then he had put his...

I could not even say it. Just thinking about it made me sick.

And then he had paraded me in front of his friends like a slave and even made me to call him master after bringing them food by the pool.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like pulling my hair out. Perhaps I had pulled it during the night when I was asleep, if I could even call what little sleep I had gotten actual rest. Thanks to the nightmares that had plagued me.

And then there was the fact that Hardin actually messed with me.

My eyes were red and swollen and when I finally finished scrubbing my skin in the bathroom, so hard that I thought I was going to peel it off, I looked at the time and saw that according to my mother's message, they would be arriving in a couple of hours.

She had called but I had been terrified that I would break down in tears if I heard her voice so I had lied about having a sore throat and opted to text instead.

I needed to do a better job of hiding my feelings, if I didn't want my mother to catch on to what was going on.

My head spun and I realized that I had not eaten anything yesterday, save some fruit. I was too depressed to ingest something.

I needed my strength if I was going to fake being happy when my mother and Russo arrived.

I stepped out of my room hesitantly, looking towards the end of the hallway where Hardin's room was just beside mine and just as I was about to head down the stairs, he came out of his room.

His face brightened with wicked glee when he saw me. Immediately, I turned around and tried to enter my room but he was faster, pulling me by the arm as I just reached the doorknob.

"Why, hello to you too, Jasmine. I guess a cat got your tongue and you cannot greet anymore? No hello? No how was your night?"

"Get the hell away from me." I screamed and my eyes widened in shock at what I had just blurted out. My hopes that Hardin would ignore my outburst went down the bin, like everything else and his face darkened in annoyance.

"So, because I didn't come to drag you out of that room last night, you've forgotten who runs things in this house? Or you think I had suddenly decided to give you peace?"

"No. I..." He pulled me by the arm towards his bedroom, dragging me inside and glaring at me when I cried loudly.

"Make one more sound again and I'm going to make sure you regret it."

"Please, Hardin."

"Wrong answer" He growled and pushed me towards the bed, spanking my ass so hard I had to bit down on my cheek until I tasted blood so that I would not scream.

"It seems you've forgotten who I am and who you are in this house. Take off your dress." He growled and my eyes widened.

I was terrified that he was about to touch me again.

I hesitated, my hands wrapping around the floor length dress that I had thrown on, and holding it against my body protectively and he chuckled, his lips tilted up as he shook his head.

"This pretense does not suit you, Jasmine. You and I both know that you're a little whore and I'm not the only one who has seen that banging body hiding beneath that dress."

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, genuinely bewildered.

Where had he gotten the idea that I had slept with different guys when in fact I was a virgin and had not even had my first kiss?

He was the first person who had seen my naked body, had touched me and used me for his pleasure against my will?

The smile fell from his face at my question and he gripped my chin with anger, smashing his lips against mine in one move and sticking his tongue inside my mouth when I gasped.