MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION

CHAPTER 6

SCARLETT



Damien was a real pain in the ass, and I wondered how I was going to survive him once our parents got married. I barged into the girls' restroom and walked over to the mirror to stare at my reflection. My gaze dropped to the wrist he'd grabbed earlier in the hallway.

My fury immediately shifted into something else. Something I'd hoped it would never become.

I was already worked up over that son of a gun.

I had to do something, or the rest of my day would be completely useless. My face felt flushed, and I could feel my body reacting in ways I didn't want to acknowledge. I hoped Damien hadn't noticed.

I dropped my bag in the sink area and splashed cold water on my face, trying to cool down. The image of him leaning close, his voice low and mocking, kept replaying in my head. With thoughts of Damien flooding my mind, I felt myself losing control.

I needed to clear my head. Now.

I went into one of the stalls and locked the door behind me, leaning against it and closing my eyes. I let my mind wander to places it shouldn't, imagining scenarios that made my heart race and my breathing uneven.

I was horny for that son of a gun.

I had to do something, or else the rest of my day would be completely useless. I felt my face flush when I saw my n*****s erect and on full display. I hope Damian didn’t notice. Because of how perky my breasts are, I rarely wear bras, just singlets to hide my n*****s, in case the weather gets cold.

I dropped my bag in the wash area and began to unbutton my shirt. The goal was to rub my warm fingers on my n*****s to get them relaxed and unnoticed beneath my uniform. After I was done unbuttoning my shirt, I began to rub my n*****s between my fingers, the sensations sending shivers down my spine. My p***y went wet at the thought of Damian, who had put me in this situation in the first place, flashed my mind.

With the image of Damian Cross on my head, I quickly pulled off my shirt completely, exposing my round, perky breasts. My throat went dry as I imagined Damian Cross's tongue on my n****e.

I shut my eyes, moaning softly when I pinched my pink n*****s hard. I’m not going to lie, I have the most attractive features and my boobs are one of them, plus they were sensitive as hell. My p***y dripped at the action, causing me to instantly unzip my skirt, letting it fall freely on the floor.

I went into one of the stalls and sat on the toilet seat, inserted my finger into my panties, and let out a lustful smile as my fingers grazed my c**t. I shut my eyes and threw my head back as I rubbed my fingers vigorously on my c**t.

“f**k! Damian!” I imagined Damian Cross’s tongue on my honey pot, teasing with my c**t as I neared climax. “Oh my,” I moaned as my fingers rocked my c**t harder and faster.

“Yes… Yes, Damian. f**k me harder. Harder,” I whimpered, rocking my hips carelessly, as I felt myself going close to climax.

I pinched my n****e and c**t simultaneously, a loud moan escaping my throat. I smiled at myself when I finally reached orgasm and let out a loud sigh. I was about to put my shirt back on when the stall door creaked open. I yelped in surprise and used my shirt to cover my breasts.

Fuck, maybe one of those nosy girls heard my moans and can't wait to spread the news to the entire school.

"Damn it, Damien," I whispered to myself, caught between frustration and desire.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the main bathroom door open. Didn't hear footsteps approaching. Didn't realize I wasn't alone anymore until, the stall door creaked open.

I yelped in surprise, scrambling to compose myself.

A cold shiver ran down my spine when I saw who it was.

What the hell is he doing here?

Before me stood Damien Cross with a sly smirk on his face and his hands casually tucked in his pockets.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered, my face burning with embarrassment.

He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed up until I hit the wall. He reached out and pulled me toward him, pressing me against his chest. His voice was a dangerous whisper.

"Who would have thought, Scarlett."

I swallowed hard and immediately tried to free myself from his grip, but he held firm.

"What are you doing in the girls' restroom?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky.

I heard him click his tongue as he walked over to the bathroom door and locked it with a decisive click.

My heart pounded as I turned to face him.

"Let's see..." he said, putting his hands back in his pockets. "I heard some interesting sounds while walking past the girls' restroom. And someone was saying my name. So naturally, I had to investigate."

Shit. Not again.

My face went from warm to scorching hot. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

"Don't worry, princess," he said, reading my panicked expression. "Everyone's back in class. Nobody else heard."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. But it caught again when he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me against him.

"I like the way you say my name," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

My body betrayed me completely, responding to his proximity in ways my brain was screaming at me to resist.

This was wrong. He was about to become my stepbrother. But in that moment, with his hands on me and his voice in my ear, I couldn't think straight.

And from the look in his eyes, he knew it.