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.

Pamela broke the hug to shove her son behind her back

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

something to piss off my daughter.” Mom

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

perversion,” I shouted

people around me started to portray me in whatever light

hell is wrong with you?” She looked surprised

made some lewd drawings for me, so why don’t you ask him what’s wrong with him?” I yelled at her, watching Markus

son is drawing my daughter?’ Mom took a step ahead and glared her in

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

bobbing my head and asking her questions. She looked petrified when her son

her!” I yelled at

lips, “Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a

he nodded, making me scoff 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 pages,

react to it since she was speaking so highly of her son, as if

then raised her

moment she turned it around, my body felt heat rushing like a tsunami. It was a drawing of a

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?’

punch might have blocked the airways because all I could do was wheeze. “M~o—m! I can’t breathe,” I couldn’t even