Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

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.

When he pulled back, he pushed me on his bed and I struggled. My pleas mixed with sobs as he pulled my dress over my head forcefully and pinned my hand over my head, his eyes taking in my breasts with unhidden interest.

I was disgusted with him and myself when my legs tightened to stop my pussy from throbbing after he discarded my bra and pinched my nipple.

“Look at you, saying one thing again and meaning another.”

His cock tented his jeans and in one move, he quickly discarded it, moving back to kneel on either side of my body, his cock in front of my face as one hand held my hands above my head and the other played with my nipples.

Groaning, he slapped my face and pushed his cock into my mouth, throwing his head back.

“Fuck. For a dirty little slut, your mouth feels like heaven.”

And then there were no more words as he fucked my mouth hard, pinching my breasts and growling loud enough to shake the entire room.

My eyes watered and I gagged as he thrust in and out of my mouth and when he suddenly paused, I thought he was going to cum inside my mouth but instead he removed his cock from my mouth and came all over my breasts.

Tears fell from my eyes as he stood up and looked at me from the foot of the bed, my breasts covered in his cum with delight.

Moving forward, he rubbed my clit and grinned when he found my entrance wet and slick.

“So, you do enjoy my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, shaking violently on the bed as I sobbed and he threw my dress at me.

“Get out.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice.

Throwing on my dress, I ran into my room still covered in his cum and bent over the toilet to vomit.

After that, I rushed into the bathroom to scrub my skin, searing hot water pooling from the showers and cried hard. Was it so terrible that my mother had married Hardin’s father?

When I came out in my robe and found him sitting on my bed, I wanted to scream and pull out my hair but he raised his hand.

“Our parents have arrived. Just came here to remind you to keep your mouth shut and be a good girl. Or else, there’ll be hell to pay. And apply some powder. You look like a ghost.” He said and left the room and I quickly threw on some clothes, brushed my hair and powdered my face.

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to suspect anything.

“Oh, look at you. Why do you look so pale and tired?” My mother said as I was engulfed in her arms and when I looked over my shoulder, Hardin stood there, his smile almost innocent like he had not made my life a living hell this weekend and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I reported him.

I would have to summon the courage soon enough.

Pulling back from my mom, I feigned a smile and excused myself, lying that I had homework to do.

The truth was that if I stayed longer in her arms, I would break down in tears and would not be able to pretend as perfectly as Hardin that everything was alright.

Because nothing was alright.

Absolutely nothing.

Heading to my room, I thought of calling Nadia but what would I say? I didn’t want to get her in trouble with Hardin just because I could not keep my mouth shut.

Sitting on the ground beside my bed, I wiped my tears and was surprised when my phone rang and it was Nadia.

Had I called her by mistake first?

Clearing my throat, I answered the call and her panic was the first thing I could sense in her tone.

“Jazz, where have you been? I’ve been blowing up your phone with messages for the past hour.”

“Why? What is it?”

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