Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 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.

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“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.

broke the hug to shove

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

definitely did something to piss off my daughter.”

mean you were at fault too when she was arguing with you?” I knew Pamela would use my arguments

loves perversion,” I shouted after I

some time since these people around me started to

with you?” She looked

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

Mom took a

true and I was Elex’s daughter, then

demanded, bobbing my head and asking her questions. She looked

I yelled at

across her lips, “Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?” She asked him in

at his mother for accusing me

me what you drew?’ She pulled her hand out for him, and he searched for it in his pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough

it since she was speaking so highly of her son, as if she knew for sure he would never

flattened the drawing and then raised her face

rushing like a tsunami. It

she wheezed, attacking me out of the blue. I got hit with her punch on the neck, but then my mother blocked her. How dare you f*uc*king raise your hand at my daughter?’

might have blocked the airways because all I could do was wheeze. “M~o—m! I