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."

Pain shot through my legs as I dragged myself back into the dark building. With the power out, the stairwell was the only option, and he followed close behind. 

"It was a joke, Mad. I thought you'd laugh." 

A joke. No, he's right. I feel like a joke. 

"I'm not gonna let you pick up your things from our house. You're staying with me." His threat came firm behind me. 

Little did he know, he had only changed my plan. At first, I wanted to get my stuff, but now, with a clearer head, I realized he would find a way to stop me, even if it meant tying me up. So I shoved through the third-floor emergency exit and into the hallway.