Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Hardin’s POV

The last thing I could have imagined would ever happen after the long tiring day at school was looking up to find Jasmine watching me fuck one of my flings, Doreen or Delilah or whatever her name was.

One minute, she wasn’t there and the next she was, her eyes wide as she watched me.

I had realized that she didn’t seem to notice that I had caught her watching and decided to give her a show to see if she would flee.

The little bitch hadn’t and she had watched me till the very end, her big green eyes wide and curious, and her rosy lips slightly parted like she was seeing someone being fucked for the first time.

Why she looked so surprised and embarrassed when she was probably getting fucked frequently was beyond me.

I had to teach her a lesson about not minding her business as soon as possible. It seemed as though she had forgotten that I didn’t want her and her opportunistic mother in my house because I had been silent for a week.

My silence was because I wanted her to lay her guard down. I wanted her and her mother to think they had won. I wanted my father to truly believe that his warning to stay away from his precious new family had gotten through my thick skull.

She would have to explain why she suddenly thought she could barge into my room whenever she pleased.

Perhaps, she truly believed she was now a part of the family since she had moved into the mansion with her mother and had gotten a room next to mine. “I’d show her what happened to people who crossed me.” I muttered inwardly.

As I closed my eyes in the shower, hearing my warning alarm that I was going to be late for school, her face appeared in my mind and I instantly hardened.

She looked so innocent, so out of place in my room last night as she watched us.

A farce. She was pretending. I was very sure of it.

Making a mental note to ensure that I made her life a living hell even if it was outside school, I stared in shock later at lunch when I entered the cafeteria to not only see people sitting around her, but she and Nadia were sitting on the popular table.

On my table.

It made me see red and I marched towards the table, slamming my palm with a growl that made everyone else seated flinch.

“What is this thing doing here?” I pointed towards Jasmine and the crowd who had been bombarding her with questions about being the daughter of Russo, suddenly fell silence and Jasmine tried to look away, her eyes widening in fear.

It was clear that she had not expected anything from me but peace.

When I looked at the rest of my gang that sat on the table and they all avoided my stare, I knew one of them must have invited her over.

Well, whoever did had done a brilliant job.

Walking to her, I bent down and smiled.

“Rooftop. Now. Or would you prefer that we had our conversation here?”

Quickly shaking her head, she followed me upstairs to the roof.

“Don’t you have something to say to me, Scott?” I snapped when she kept staring at me without saying a single word and she flinched, her eyes watering already.

“I didn’t mean to come into your room, I swear. I just wanted to invite you for dinner.” She stuttered and I scoffed.

Oh, she was playing this pretend game very well.

“So you came into my room to invite me for dinner?”

She nodded and I took one threatening step forward, enjoying how she took a step back, intimidated by me.

“And when you saw that I was busy, why did you not leave?”

Her eyes widened further and I grinned, knowing that I was right. She had indeed been watching us. Jasmine Scott was a little whore besides other things.

“I didn’t mean to. Please, can we not talk about this?” She whispered, her face turning red and I growled, pulling her to me by grabbing her arm.

“So, not only do you enter my room, without permission, watch me when I’m fucking like a pervert, you are also entertaining fans already? Using the Morales name to gain friends since you’re so pathetic enough, you couldn’t get a decent one before? You little shit!”

She whimpered, trying and failing to release herself from my grip and as she opened her mouth to respond, the bell rang for the end of recess.

“Please let me go” She whispered.

“Don’t ever sit on that table again, do you hear me? You don’t belong there. Not in school and not in my father’s house either.” I spat and when I released her arm, she fled without turning back, disappearing down the flight of stairs.

As I went home, I wondered what would be the best way to deal with her for entering into my room.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Deciding to play tit for tat, I smiled miscIhievously as I climbed up the flight of stairs and passed by her room.

Since she thought it was cute to barge into my room as she pleased, I was going to do the same and I would drop a little present too. To remind her of her place.

Ignoring the housekeeper when she told me that Camila had invited me out for dinner yet again–I needed her to give me a break and give up already. I stepped out and got a dead mouse, bidding my time till nightfall after dinner.

Using a pin to unlock her doorknob when I found it locked, I entered her room and headed straight to her bed to drop her present, grinning from ear to ear as I imagined how horrified she would be when she found her gift.

Looking around the room, I was about to leave when I heard the shower running.

Jasmine was in?

Curious, I tiptoed into the hallway of the bathroom and my mouth fell open in shock as I watched her hum under the shower, naked as the day she was born.

And fuck.

I had always wondered what she looked like beneath those decent clothes that she wore. To my amazement, she was curvier than I would have imagined.

My d*ck twitched as I looked at her t*ts and I fought the urge to bring out my d*ck and stroke it right there.

Rushing out of her room, I groaned and pulled off my clothes, entering the shower.

I tried to remind myself of why I hated Jasmine Scott and I rubbed my hands around the soap bar but it didn’t stop my mind from imagining what would happen if she offered to s*ck my c*ck.

It didn’t stop me from wondering how her t*ts would taste. Or her p*ssy.

“Fuck!” I growled, allowing the fantasy to take shape even though just the thought of Jasmine Scott made my blood boil.

I imagined her in a little skirt like the one she had worn as she stood awkwardly in my bedroom, kneeling in front of me, her breasts nearly spilling from a tiny top like the ones bitches at school usually wore to get my attention, the swell of it going up and down in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck you, Jasmine.” I whispered as I gave in to the imagination.

I gripped my d*ck, remembering how her big green eyes had widened at the sheer size of it and imagined her not running away but moving even closer to wrap her hand around it.

I sucked in a deep breath, beating my c*ck faster and groaned as I imagined her taking the tip into her mouth.

Resting my head against the bathroom tiles as the water poured down on me, I moaned as I imagined her, taking more of my cock. My thoughts threatened to splinter as I rocked back and forth into my hand, groaning and moving even faster.

Doing this did not change my feelings towards Jasmine. I saw her for what she was and she was just like those other girls. Perhaps she was even worse.

But maybe I could use that to my advantage. I didn’t want anything more than to fuck this need for her out of my system.

As I wrapped a towel around my waist, my plans for revenge took a new turn. I would make her life a living hell and still get what I wanted from her.

It sounded like a fair deal, considering what she and her mother had done to ensnare my father, and I smirked in delight.