Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

HUNTERI was volatile, fucking seething, so pissed and restless. I felt my bones itch. I wanted to rip it out—itch and itch and itch.I bit on my lips so hard I felt a sting, blood trickling down the sides, causing me to stand still in the room, adrenaline buzzing in an insane amount right beneath my skin. It’s been four goddamn hours since Theo had walked out of the room, dressed like a fucking slut. He’d returned to the room after what seemed like forever from the rink, and then proceeded towards the bathroom. He’d taken a bath, dressed, and walked out in a pair of tailored pants and a bodice lace top, the front open down to the middle of his chest, dapped in cologne.Where was he going? Who was he meeting? Why?… Fuck. I couldn’t do a single thing, and in all honesty, the jealousy was getting to me.The door swung open and Jamal swaggered in, looking a little down, and as a good friend I ought to ask, but I wasn’t a good friend. I was a stupid soul obsessed unhealthily over his step

HUNTERI felt like roadkill.Each time I moved, I felt that unpleasant sting in my ass. He really had almost pounded the life out of me, for fuck’s sake. We’d gone at it four whole times, and each time he filled up my ass, stretching me wider, filling me with his fucking load more times than I could count. Theo could orgasm twice, sometimes thrice in a single go, and that alone made it so fucking addicting.“The puck!” Derek screamed as I passed it to him, almost losing my mind. I’d once again zoned out. He passed the puck to Jamal, who in turn passed it to Theo. I watched Theo keenly as he let down the puck to Elliot, who had almost smartly passed it into the net.“Yes!” Elliot screamed as the alarm went off. Loud cheers erupted amongst the crowd, the roar of the crowd flowing bitterly.We won. We fucking won. Six to one. Jesus, this was smooth like it. Theo had scored three of those six goals. I assisted in one, and then Elliot had scored the final goal.“Now that’s my boys!” Coach

HUNTER“THAT’S IT! Go in t-the fucking box,” coach snapped after what seemed like my fourteenth foul. I’d been given more cards than I’d ever believed possible today. So much complaining. So much whining like little bitches from the other team.Reluctantly, and fucking begrudgingly, I skated off the ice, seating myself on the bench in the box while I watched everyone else play, and throw…He played elegantly. So much grace skating on the ice without a single damn slip. Last night was my biggest nightmare. I had not slept a fucking wink. Theo and Atlas—they damn near fucked right before me, grinding on each other and all, wet kisses. I’d watched my best friend and my boyfriend make out and I couldn’t do a damn thing. Damn.They both held so much power over me, which was of course why I’d taken every single chance I could to fucking assault everyone on the opposite team. I don’t mean grooving and shit!! I’d beaten the fuck out of almost everyone from the fucking opposite team.Then the

HUNTERI was a crazy mess—bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, a stinging, banging headache. I felt so shitty. I’d only woken barely hours ago. I’d drunk to bed, and as soon as I jerked my eyes open I saw the missed calls from a hospital center. Jamal had rushed in on cue to say Coach had been called as well.The two people I loved the most were in a coma.“Where are they!” I damn near screamed at the receptionist, who jolted a bit in her seat. She scanned the area before directing her eyes right back on me.“Who? Names perhaps? Age?”“Theo and Atlas. In a coma. Hurry the fuck up, I’m losing my shit,” I warned, knowing I wouldn’t get violent with a woman. Never. But I hated when my patience was tested.“Are you family? Only those are allowed to—”“What room, for fuck’s sake! Both are as close to me as anything else! Atlas is my family, and I’m Theo’s stepbrother. Stop beating around the fucking bush, miss,” I snarled, irritation evident in my words.“Hunter?” someone called.I turned my h

THEOTWO YEARS LATERI groaned, blood dripping down from the side of my cheek, my eyes rolling in my head, the sharp sting of pain blurring my senses.“Shit! Did I hit you hard?” Jamal asked with a little giggle, rolling his eyes in his head as he laughed hard now.I cursed beneath my breath, uncuffing the gloves off my hands, swatting the sides of my cheeks, spitting out blood to the side.“You’ve got me good. Makes me wonder if you’d like to keep me here a while longer. We could do more fun things, you know,” I asked Jamal, getting right under his nerves.He stilled for a moment, running his tongue over his lips, biting down into them.“Oh, go fuck yourself. We both know you won’t be repeating that shit. It was since Theo— stop trying to get into my pants,” Jamal squeaked, although I knew if I pushed hard enough, he would cave.We’d damn near fucked once, four months after I’d been discharged. I really couldn’t think well. I’d stumbled back to Jamal, the one person I kept contact wi