All Chapters of Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

THEOI needed him, wanted him… and all it took for me to realize that much was seeing him with someone else…. It screwed with my head.Hunter was mine, but now we were seated in his car, silence stretching between us. I was quick to realize… there was a lot we had to discuss.“You left,” I whispered, finally saying it to his face in the manner I’d been dying to. “You left for three bloody years… no calls, no texts. You fucking just… vanished into thin fucking air. And dare I say, you left me for two years… while I was in a coma, even before I knew what had happened,” I admitted, feeling my chest cave in as our eyes locked.“I left because I had to…. I believed you would have a better life without me. Seeing you in that coma… it made me realize… I was nothing but a fucking thorn in your side, baby,” he muttered in response, baring his emotions just like I was.Those were the early stages of everything I felt for him. I didn't exactly mean it.“And when we met after, I realized I was a

CERCEII watched from the window, peering right at the athletic frame in bed, his eyes blinking as he fluttered them open—unfocused and tired, worn out and confused.I could hear the nurse I’d personally assigned to him asking the practiced questions, whispering bits and pieces, checking his vitals. Several minutes passed and the nurse nodded over, walking towards me.“How bad?” I asked in a chilly tone reserved for everyone. Inside, my fingers twitched with excitement, but I had refused to make that bit obvious either.“Really bad, so to say. It’s just a total shitshow, Pakhan… His memories are off the tracks. They might come back in bits and pieces, but we can't ascertain when that would begin. Might be in a week… ten weeks… a year or… ten years. As long as he isn't triggered, his memories would stay sealed tight and very soon, and finally… be gone,” he explained.A smirk angled on my lips, a purr vibrating from my chest as I stared at my latest, fancy toy in a hospital robe, starin

CERCEI.I hadn't let my guard down in twenty bloody years. Yet… I couldn't help the sheer thrill thrumming in me.He smiled, his hands pressed to my cheeks, a long string of saliva dangling from our lips. My heart thudded. Did he know… that I was nothing but a fake? A lie?."You are hard… husband," Theo slurred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.I shuddered, pressing my lips against his again. Bodies slamming harder together.I felt his cock grind heavily on my thighs. I may or may not have watched him for two days straight, naked and proud before me, believing every single bullshit lie I had fed to him about being married. I had let the obsession fester because I knew I couldn't stand being next to him and being hard from every living, breathing moment of it.Theo moaned into my mouth, slamming his palms into my chest, shoving me against the bed. I froze. His eyes traveled down to the man bleeding out on the rug. It did something to him. I could see the sparkle in his eyes briefly.B

CERCEIThis would be fun…My eyes dropped between Zenya…the standoffish bastard—and his husband, Jeremy. They looked distraught, and something about it made me feel so fucking pleased.“I suppose you asked for this meeting because there is something important you have to say?” I asked, locking my fingers together, eyes forward, staring keenly at them.Zenya cleared his throat and locked eyes with me, whom was wanting to be done with this already. Theo was waiting. Finally, I had someone to wait for me back at home.“How much?” Zenya asked, his cold mask slipping back into place as he spoke. The cocky bastard.“How much?” I asked in response, playing the innocent. Let’s see what he had to say for himself.“Yes, how much? What do you want? I'll offer you anything.”“In exchange for?” I asked again, feeling my spine go rigid.“Theo… We know he’s with you,” Jeremy responded, and a smile crawled up my lips as silence ensued between us. They didn't know shit. Kirril was right. They only bel

CIRO (theo)My dick spasmed in his mouth, his hot, fleshy cheeks clamping down on the length of it like a wet fist. I groaned, gripping his hair hard enough to hurt. This position was familiar to me, though I didn't want to admit it. The way his tongue rolled over the underside of my coc…thick, wet, rough while still sucking, the pressure building deep in my balls.My toes arched, curling against the cold tiles when he popped off. The sound was obscene. A wet, sucking, gasping pop that echoed off the corridor walls.He grinned. Eyes locking onto mine as I whined at the loss of his mouth on me. Spit stretched from his lower lip to the head of my cock, thin and glistening, catching the dim light."Easy, zvezda," Cerci muttered, licking across the slit of my dick. His tongue dipped into the sensitive opening, lapping up the pearl of precum that had swollen there. I whined. "I don't like to rush my meals. I want to taste every drop. Every fucking pulse."I ran my tongue over my lips, wa