My hot stepbrother my professor
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"Hands on the bed Tessa" Killian growled behind his voice rough and unsteady.
My eyes widened as he pulls my legs apart and comes in between them and wraps the belt tightly against my neck choking out my breath from me
But you're my stepbrother I choked against his hold.
He smiles as he tighten his grip on the belt"Little slutty girls like you deserved to fucked.
My hot stepbrother my professor Chapter 1
Nicolas' room was wide open but the words I heard next made me stop.
"F**k me daddy"
"F**k me like a dirty little s**t"
I instantly turned to the direction of the sound and just like I had predicted it was coming from his room.
I moved closer and looked in and the scene in front of me made me halth.
Nicolas was having sex with the new girl he had just met.
Somehow he was able to detect that I was standing there, he turned and looked at me using his expressions to tell me to shut the door.
I swallowed as I slowly grabbed the door handle and shut it.
my legs instantly gave out as I slid on the door, the tears threatening to come out.
The way he looked at me, he didn't even mind if I saw him in that position, this wasn't the first time that I would see him with a woman but why did this one have to hurt this much.
Today was my day and yet all he could do was have sex with another woman instead of making the night all about me.
Tessa, my mother's called from the dinning.
Picking up the last piece of me left, I walked back to the garden where the party was being held.
The moment my mom saw me I saw the way her eyebrows raised as she looked behind me for Nicolas
Where is he?
Nicolas is busy, he would join us in a few minutes.
My mother looked at me,the worry laced all over her face as she tried to read my mood.
Is everything okay?
My eyes scanned over to my step father who stood just behind my mother.
Nic will be here anytime soon, you don't need to be worried he isn't doing anything illegal.
My words comforted my step dad and he tapped my mom's shoulders as he whispered something in her ears.
They both turned to me,my mom gleaming with pride and my step father looking even better.
How about we let the girl have her time, let her mingle with the guest and when your brother comes we would cut the cake.
I nodded as my mom and step father walked away.
My eyes scanned around our little garden that had been decorated just for me.
My mom and stepdad were having a send off party to college and since I turned 20 a few days ago they decided to just celebrate it together.
But unlike every other girl that had a blast, I wasn't having a good time, I had no friends and most of the people here were friends of my stepfather and friends of Nicolas, my step brother.
I have always had a secret crush on my step brother Nicolas.
Our parents met after Nicolas' mom died.
Though Nic wasn't an only child, he had an elder brother Killian who is an Ex soldier.
Unlike Nicolas,Killian was more withdrawn and short tempered, the only time I saw him was the one year he lived with us and even then he never said a word to me, and he made it clear to me that he hated my presence.
But just a year to our arrival he left and joined the army.
I knew little about him as discussions about him were always in hush voices but one the week ago I heard my mom talking about him a few times but I could care less.
"Happy birthday sissy"someone whispered behind me and I knew exactly who it was.
Nicolas was now dressed in a well tailored suit, and looked handsome as ever, his blonde hair was well styled to the side perfecting his face.
Nic moved even closer as he kissed my cheeks and pulled away.
I watched him as he walked over to his friend Landon who stood by the side with the girl he just had sex with.
My heart raced more, Nic could care less about how I felt, this wasn't the first time I had seen him with a lady, but it hurts everytime I see him.
"How about we cut the cake since your favorite brother is here," my mother teased.
Everyone immediately pulled over and I cut the cake as they clapped.
Nic clapped more but the whole time,he had his arms wrapped around the girl.
Once the cake has been cut, everyone goes back to their activities.
Nic turns to me as he brings out the bracelet from his pocket.
"This is for my little sissy" he says as he tries to put the necklace around my neck but instead I feel his body go stiff.
From where I stood facing the little pool just beside the garden, I could feel the tension suddenly build up in the air.
It felt like something had penetrated into the air and everyone seemed to be hypnotized about it.
I turned but as I did, I halted immediately as my eyes scanned over to the entrance that leads to the garden and I saw him.
The man dressed in a smart casual with an Italian flair, his hair is properly styled and dark in color with just one strands pulling out from the corner.
I saw the tattoos creeping up from his hands all over to his neck, the dark shade he wore made it harder for me to see his looks but as I looked over at him, it seemed like he stopped for a moment and stared at me.
The silence that followed with his presence was more defeating than anything I had ever felt before.
Each step he took made the tension in the air increase and as I looked over to my mom, I saw the shock on their faces.
The man didn't stop. I knew he was approaching us but as he got closer, I heard Nicolas whisper the name.
Killlian.
The man walks over to him and in a second he pulls Nicolas into a big hug.
As Nicolas hugged him I tried to ravel my head around that name. I have heard that name before.
"Son, I didn't think you were going to come" my step dad Micheal stated beside me as he tapped his back.
"Sorry, I'm late"he says gently as he takes off the shade from his eyes.
My heart froze as I looked at the man standing in front of me.
He was no other than my older stepbrother Killian who hated me to death.But unlike the killian I knew he looked different.
I couldn't help but stare at his ocean blue eyes.
He cast me a glance as he finally turns to my direction as if he was finally acknowledging my presence.
I tried to say something but the words were caught against my throat.
Killian paused and looked at me for a moment, A flicker of displeasure crossed over his face.I saw the way his expression tightened, the corners of his mouth dipping.
He looked at me again and for a moment I felt that wave of fear wash all over as I stared at the man towering above me.
Killian signs and lets out a deep breath.
"Happy birthday Tessa" he says gently.
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My hot stepbrother my professor of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
7.9
For five years, she endured a cold marriage with a husband who claimed he was impotent and never once touched her. She believed his lies, protected his pride, and cut ties with her own family for him, until one mistake exposed the truth.
Her husband was never impotent. He was faithful to only one woman, and that woman was Lillian his elder brother's wife. She caught her husband jerking off to his sister in-law's picture inside his study.
Her husband never loved her, he married her as a shield to protect his affair with his sister in-law.
8.6
Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it.
Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again.
Then Damian Blackwood steps in.
Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes.
His offer is simple, his tone is not:
Marry me.
A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions.
But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share.
Not his power.
Not his control.
And definitely not what he considers his.
What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy."
It's not part of the contract.
And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance.
Because Damian doesn't believe in love...
But he believes in possession.
And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract.
She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too.
When the contract ends, one question remains:
Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact...
or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
9.5
Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth.
"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.
