Bully stepbrother

30. Desire

MADISON

My body is nestled into the passenger side of the car, my hair cascading over my shoulder. I release a deep breath, unaware that it would be the last moment of calm before the storm, freezing as Caden leans in closer.

His eyes lock onto my lips, his warm breath caressing my skin. The intensity in his hazel gaze ignites a spark deep within me, raising the hairs on my neck in anticipation.

My mouth goes dry, and despite swallowing, my nerves persist. Panic sets in.

Clutching the fabric of my gown nervously, I brace myself as he leans in even further. Our foreheads touch, and for a fleeting second, I allow myself to imagine what I can't have. But reality crashes in, reminding me of his past rejection.

The click of the seat belt shatters the moment, and I watch as he retreats, shutting the car door with a soft thud.

"Keep humiliating yourself, Maddie. It's a good lesson," a mocking voice echoes within me. I concede to its truth, my protests silenced as Caden drives us away.

During the ride, I remain silent, lost in thought until a red stain on my sky-blue dress catches my eye.

"Maybe you should stop by a pharmacy and clean up," I suggest, avoiding his gaze.

"I'll take a shower," he replies.

"But a shower can't fix everything. It only cleans the surface," I explain gently.

"You did tell me to get cleaned up," he counters.

Must he always be so direct?

Briefly glancing at the irritated man beside me, I clarify, "I meant you might need a doctor. Your nose is bleeding." I quickly look away, staring at the cab ahead. "I can't help but wonder what kind of trouble you've gotten into this time. I thought you were here to disrupt my plans and sabotage my future."

"Real funny," he mutters dryly.

Luck is on our side as I spot a drugstore ahead. "Just pull over at that pharmacy," I gesture, hoping he'll listen this time.

To my dismay, he ignores my plea and continues driving. Frustration bubbles up, and I can't help but react. "Seriously, stop!" I grasp the wheel, attempting to halt the car. "Don't just drive away." I push his shoulder determinedly and wrestle with the wheel.

Suddenly, the car veers, blaring horns piercing the air. Panic courses through me.

"Oh no, not this!" I plead inwardly.

"What's wrong with you? You're going to get us killed!" Caden shouts, pushing me back into my seat with his shoulder.

"Stop the damn car!" I cry out, my frustration reaching its peak as I continue to strike his shoulder.

His single hand attempts to restrain me, but this time, I refuse to relent. "Cut it out, Mad," he warns, his voice tinged with anger. "What the fuck is going on with you?"

Without warning, he sharply turns into an empty alley, bringing the car to a halt.

"What's your problem? Why do you insist on meddling in things that don't concern you?" He demands, his eyes burning with fury.

"I could ask you the same thing. You practically coerced me into leaving my therapy session for your own satisfaction."

"I didn't coerce you. I presented you with a choice. You chose to keep our little secret just between us, like always," he retorts, a harsh edge to his voice.

"We don't have any secrets to hide," I respond, my frustration evident.

"Are you sure? Because last time I checked, cumming all over in your brother's dick is pretty damn scandalous," he smirks maliciously.