Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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"Explain your threat to me." I didn't want to back off and let him think he could scare me with his nonsense.

"It's pretty simple. I'm the abandoned son who never got what he wanted. Imagine what will happen when I will tell my dearest dad that I want to be with my mate at any cost? Do you think dad would still want to marry your mother and make me your stepbrother if I, the abandoned son, expressed his only wish to him?" Colt had a smirk drawn over his lips when making a threat that left me confused.

"You get used to my presence now, Beatrice. I'm the new stepbrother now," he stated lastly before walking past me to

his room.

I was furious now.

Instead of returning to my room, which was my initial. plan, I turned around and walked straight to the staircase and down again.

He left my mouth dry with his nonsensical words. I could tell he would use this threat to make me give him what he wants from me.

While I was rushing over to the kitchen, I didn't notice who else was in the kitchen until I reached the island.

ator.

"Are you okay?" Akin asked, standing beside the refriger-

"I'm fine!" I chewed on the words and slammed the refrig- erator door hard, taking out a beer can and staring at it.

Should I drink?

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wondered. Anything that would help

down is aggression. And with that being in my mind, I turned around and launched the cold beer can in the direction

whimper and knew in- stantly what had happened. I didn't only hit Akin; I freaking hit him in

and rest his arm over the counter while breathing through his nose. His eyes were bloodshot red, and his lips wanted to let

pain. I rushed over to him and anxiously

I slapped his hand away to help him. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I didn't know what

okay! J----ust give me some t---ime," Akin

it, massage it," I panicked, placing my hand on his enormous bulge to massage it for him. I rubbed my hand up and down in a

me. That's when I raised my head to see why he wasn't letting me help him. While my hand stayed on the

into his eyes, I

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for a second be- fore I pulled

hunching over while I covered my

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to touch your throb- bing di**!" As soon as I said that, I slapped my forehead and bit

to say it was

wondered how his dick was feeling after getting hit aggressively by a cold beer can.

I asked sneakily, knowing damn well he would not

his head to avoid me when his eyes traveled to

and saw my books al- most sticking out of my shirt. Thankfully, no

and moved it up,

was still squirming, he was not looking

an a---," he grunted, biting his tongue.

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