Bully stepbrother

55. Confront

After the most embarrassing moment of my life as I pleasured the sensual man before me, who possessed an unbelievable size, you know what.

Since my palms were slightly burnt from that previous incident, he had held the back of my head, and each time thrust himself against the wall of my throat with no break to breathe until he reached his climax and made me swallow everything.

It was my first time doing that, and it was a very rough and painful experience. It was humiliating and suffocating. It was something I don't wish to ever do again, but right now, I was only apprehensive of the sirens out there than how brutal Caden had treated me minutes ago.

I stood back on my feet, wiping my face with the back of my hand and taking in oxygen into my lungs while Caden zipped back his pants.

Yes, it was still raining, and it had combined with my tears and helped me put on my 'I am okay' expression, and no one knew I was falling apart mentally.

"You will dismiss them," I said to him when he was back composed in front of me.

His large hand cradles my face, drawing me closer to him, I stumble from my clumsiness, bumping into him, but his solid figure steadies me effortlessly. His hand grips my chin like before but more gently this time, he leans in, his lips closing just above my bottom lip.

Okay. It's just a kiss. Yet it lingers for nearly a minute, and it begins to feel just like sex on its own

When he finally pulled away, finishing with a sensual nip at my bottom lip, his hand slipped to his side. He watched me with a naughty stare.

He smirked and pushed back the locks of hair with his fingers while he said: "Oh! They ain't real."

Just like a robot, I blinked, exclaiming: "Excuse me, what?"

His lips pulled into a broad smile when he stabbed me in the chest with words as sharp as a blade: "It was a prank. The cops ain't no real cops. Those are Paxton cousins."

I sucked in air through my open mouth, my welled-up eyes burning.

He got me to do that in the icy rain, at the back of our building... To humiliate me? Hurt me? Belittle me?

All for what?

Barely seeing clearly, my whole body was shaking, only this time it wasn't because of the chilly rain. It was because of the cold man before me, scrutinizing me attentively as if he has no idea what he did.

"Y-you... No!" I stammered.

I didn't know what to say... He was too much, he was so cruel and vicious, I don't understand why? He had been slowly erasing me, and he had reached the borderline until every light I had was obliterated.

I shook my head and turned away... No! I am not staying here.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He called.

"Somewhere you are not! Even if it means hell. I'd rather burn a million years than be close to you."

***

That night I trekked in the rain to Asher's dorm room. He was alone with his book and a box of vegetable pizza for dinner.

And I thank God for giving me a friend.

He provided me with lots of towels and his dry t-shirt and track pants and, most importantly, solace.

For the weekend, I stayed there in the dorm, even when Asher's roommate Daniel came back from his Thanksgiving holiday the next day.

Daniel was extremely nice; he always brought two cups of coffee, one for me and the other for himself. He was shy but chatty, he filled me in about his childhood and his favorite TikTokers, so throughout the weekend, I forgot about my home and who was back there.