Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

214-Touch Me Here!

"You wanna be dirty?" I bobbed my head in rage. I was already fuming at my mother, and now this has angered me even more. He shouldn't have messed with me right now.

"Let me show it to your mother and tell her what kind of desires you have." I tried grabbing the drawing out of his hands, but he pulled away from me in a hurry.

I began to fight for the drawing, but he kept protesting.

"WHY? Are you afraid now?" I was huffing and panting while trying my best to grab the paper out of his hands. He panicked and stepped back, knowing down the vase and creating noise.

His face turned pale when my bedroom door opened to reveal my mom and Pamela.

They saw me leaning on him and trying to grab something from him.

"What is going on here?" Pamela rushed at me and grabbed my arm to pull me off her son.

"I was just being nice!" he started crying in a childish tone.

"Show your mother what you showed me so that she can also see how you were being nice,’ I yelled at him.

He shuddered dramatically and hid in his mother's arms.

What do you want from my son?* Pamela broke the hug to shove her son behind her back and question me.

Here I'm arguing with your mother to treat you right while you are attacking my son," Pamela howled, breathing like a bull and not breaking the stare from my face.

My mom steadily made her way to stand beside me.

something to

at fault too when she was arguing with you?" I knew Pamela would use

loves

son loves perversion," I shouted after

some time since these people around me started to portray me in whatever light they wanted

What the hell is wrong with you?" She looked surprised that I was

so why don't you ask him what’s wrong with him?’ I yelled at her, watching Markus hug his mother from

drawing my daughter?’ Mom took a step ahead and glared

it was true and I was Elex's daughter, then this

what you drew of me," I demanded, bobbing my head and asking

looked petrified when her son

I yelled

and forced a smile across her lips, "Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?" She asked him in a maternal

me scoff at his mother for

and he searched for it in his pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough pages, and other stuff until he finally grabbed it and took

react to it since she was speaking so highly

raised her face to look at

around, my

drawing of a girl playing

out of the blue. I got hit with her punch on the neck, but

at my daughter?’ my mother yelled while

have blocked the airways because all I

br-------- eathe," I

mother let her go so that she could check on