Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Eleven

Avery's POV

The silence in the room was like a thick, heavy thing. I stared at Beatrice, my heart fluttering like a panicked bird trapped in my ribs.

How did she even remember Leo? Normally Beatrice's hangovers are the worst, and she normally does not remember a thing.

What do I say? I cannot let her think Leo was here last night. I would lose him as my master, and Mum could chase him out of the house.

Then I would really have to choose between telling Leo the truth he is oblivious to, or stay loyal to my mum and my sisters. Ugh, I am not ready to fully pick a side yet.

"I asked you a question, Avery." Beatrice stared at me with much impatience, and my heart pounded faster.

Then...

I got it!

I burst out into a sharp, surprised laughter.

"What the hell are you talking about, Beatrice? Leo in my bedroom?" I looked around my room, feigning ignorance. "Why would he be in my room?"

She blinked repeatedly, her hand pressed to her temple. "No, no. I know what... I know what I saw."

"Do you?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. The movement felt defiant, accusing. "You were drunk, Beatrice. How could you possibly know what you saw?"

She stuttered, her mouth opening and closing. The clarity from a moment ago started to fade, blurred by a hangover and doubt. "It was... it felt real."

"A bad dream feels real," I said, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You stumbled in here ranting about a stolen necklace and passed out on the floor. You do not remember?" I tilted my head, pouring fake concern into my expression. "You were a mess."

Her shoulders slumped. The fight drained out of her, replaced by a nauseous confusion. "My head is killing me."

"You see? You got it all wrong." I kept my voice light, almost dismissive. "Now, can we go for breakfast? You can ask Leo to make you something for your hangover. He makes a decent broth."

The mention of his name, of him serving her, did the trick. Some of her usual superiority flickered back. "Fine. But I want to take a bath first. I feel disgusting."

She shuffled out of my room, and I did not move until minutes had passed. I walked slowly to my bedroom door, then shut it.

Of all the people that could mistakenly walk into my bedroom, I just had to be Beatrice. She is Leo's number one hater. Her hatred for Leo runs so deep that I could never fully understand it.

I let out a heavy, shuddering breath. My legs felt weak. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes. I am just glad I escaped, and my relationship with Leo is still very much covered.

Ahhhhhhhh!

He is my master. Like, he is officially my master.

I never thought this day would ever come true, but it did. It happened and gone memories of it still plagued my body.

I could still feel his tongue rolled deep in my cunt, damn! I want more of my master. Too bad I can only be a good girl, and wait.

For now, I have to see my master's face. He is handsomest in the morning. His shoulders... I always visualize licking them on the dining table.

I applied a little bit of makeup to my face, then combed my hair perfectly letting it roll down my shoulders in beautiful waves. I did not bother changing my nightwear, it was the perfect look to greet my master in.

"All set," I winked at my reflection in the mirror, before turning around, my heart racing with anticipation, unable to wait for even a second longer.

Feeling all peachy I headed downstairs, walking straight to the dining room. And he was there already.

Master was setting the table, placing polished silverware with precise movements. His back was to me, the muscles in his shoulders shifting under his thin grey t-shirt. My breath hitched.

I went to him, stopping just behind his shoulder. I could smell the clean, soapy scent of him. God I love his scent!

"Good morning, Master," I whispered, the forbidden title a thrilling secret on my tongue.

He moved so fast I barely saw it. One large hand snaked back and smacked my ass, it echoed softly in the large room.

I yelped, more from surprise than pain.

He turned then, eyes dark and unreadable. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Morning, pet." His other hand came up, his fingers finding my n****e through the thin fabric of my nightwear. He pinched it, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Fuck!

A jolt of pure sensation shot right through me to my core. I gasped, my knees barely holding me up.

"T-thank... thank you, Master, for last night." My cheeks grew pink as the words rolled off my tongue.

"Cute. But sluts do not thank with words, do they?" He grinned, fingers pinching my n****e hard enough to make me gasp.

I bit my lip to trap the scream, a tear slipping free.

"N-no, Master."

"Good girl." His breath was hot against my neck, teeth scraping my earlobe. "Now tell me exactly what you are... and what filthy things you will do the next time your master calls."

I lifted my eyes to meet his, cheeks burning, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it.

"The next time you call... I will drop everything. I will crawl to you if you want. I will strip naked the second I reach your door. I will open my mouth for your c**k before you even speak. I will beg you to f**k my throat until I cry, to use my cunt however you want, to fill me up until I am dripping with you."

My thighs trembled. Saying it out loud made it real, made the ache between my legs desperate.

"I will take whatever punishment you give me if I am too slow, too loud, too anything. I will thank you for every slap, every bruise, every drop of c*m you let me swallow. I will be on my knees waiting, ready, wet, whenever you decide you want me."

I bit my lip, a small, shaky breath escaping.

"Because that is what I am now. Yours. Completely."

I searched his face, and he looked absolutely shocked at my answer. Did... did I go too far?

"f**k," he groaned, his finger stroking my hair softly causing my stomach to tingle, while my cheeks reddened. "You are per–"

Leo did not complete his words, as he stepped away from me so fast like I was some contagious disease.

I was about to ask if I did anything wrong, when I saw her. My mum, she just walked in.

Damnit!

I dropped into the nearest chair, my face flaming.

How could she choose this moment to walk in? He was about to call me the perfect pet, while he patted my hair with such adornment.

Ugh... I need my full compliment.

"Morning, Mum," I greeted, forcing a bright smile on my face.

"Good morning, ma'am." Leo greeted, as he fixed the plates.

Mum did not say anything, she simply walked into the room, then took her seat at the head of the table, her gaze lingering on us longer than it should.

I felt awkward. Did she see or hear us?

I gasped loud trying to distract her from whatever thoughts swirling in her head. "How was your night, Mum?" I asked, pouring a glass of orange juice with careful concentration.

"Beautiful," she said, finally looking away, accepting the change of subject. "Quiet. The way I like it." She picked up a porcelain teacup. "And yours? I could swear I heard a light scream."

My fingers gripped onto the glass hard. "Oh, that was just Beatrice," I said, forcing a laugh. "She had a bit too much to drink and got confused. Came into my room looking for a missing necklace. It was nothing."

"That girl." Mother shook her head, laughing lightly. "She is definitely my daughter."

I could never understand why Mum was never bothered with Beatrice's continuous night parties. But then again, what more could you expect from Mum.

"Now that you are eighteen, Avery. You should go out with your sister sometime."

I glanced at Leo, and he was already done with the table. As he walked out of the dining room toward the kitchen, he passed behind my chair. His hand trailed over my shoulder, a fleeting touch that seemed to last forever.

And then he was gone, but not without catching my eye for a fraction of a second. He winked at me. Then mouthed, "you are perfect, Avery."

Oh my goodness.

I gulped.

"Avery?" Mum called, I turned to her immediately clearing my throat. "Y-yeah, I will think about it."

"Good. At eighteen you should live your life to the fullest."

Oh Mum, I am already living my life to the fullest.

Tucking away a smile, I served myself a big portion of scrambled eggs, five slices of toast. I ate slowly, taking tiny, bird-like bites.

Beatrice and Sarah are big eaters, they will finish it all. And I do not want Leo eating his usual small portion. I have to treat master like the king he deserves to be.

"Morning, all!" Sarah greeted, walking into the dining room. Then her gaze landed on my plate.

"Uhm, are you going to finish that, Avery?" She sat down on a chair opposite mine, her gaze not leaving my piled-up plate.

Shit. Everyone knows I eat really small portions. A single toast is enough for me.

"Y-yeah. I feel more hungry than usual." I stammered. She stared at me for a few seconds long, then shrugged. "Alright, if you say so."

Phew! That was close.

Beatrice walked in then, her hair damp from her bath. She still looked hungover, her frame wretched.

She sank into a chair and immediately yelled, "Leo!"

Does she have to call him in that manner? Argh! I feel so annoyed. How dare her?

Leo rushed back into the dining room, his hands wet and soapy from probably the dishes. "Yes?"

"I need you to go to Bistro Laurier. Get me their hangover soup. The spicy seafood one."

Leo's expression did not change, but I saw the tick in his jaw. "I cannot do that. I have got the dishes, and many more other chores. The restaurant is forty minutes by bus."

Yeah, Mother banned Leo from driving any of the cars. He is only allowed to take the bus when out for shopping. He is not allowed to even take a taxi.

"Do I look like I care?" Beatrice snapped, rubbing her temples. "I am dying. Go get it."

"Use a delivery app," Leo said, his voice flat. "Or I can make you a broth here. It will be faster."

My mum set her teacup down with a sharp click. She looked from Leo to Beatrice, her disapproval clear. "Leo, do not forget your place in this house. You are the errand boy, so be the errand boy."

Should I just tell him that they should be the one running errands for him?

I do not think I can hold on to this secret any longer. I hate that they treat him this way.

Leo's hands clenched at his sides. The frustration rolled off him in waves. But then his fingers unclenched and I knew what he was going to do.

He was going to give in.

No, I cannot let that happen.

"H-how about I go get it?!" I yelled loud, standing to my feet fast.

The room fell silent.

Three pairs of eyes turned to me.

Sarah stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "Why would you do that?"

Gianna leaned forward, her gaze locked on mine. "Yes, Avery. Why would you do that for Leo?"

Oh damnit! What do I say?