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.

the hug to shove her son behind her back and

while you are attacking my son,” Pamela howled, breathing like a bull and not breaking

definitely did something to piss off my daughter.” Mom

So does that 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 character. “Your

your son loves perversion,” I shouted after

these people around me started to portray me in

the hell is wrong with you?” She looked

had made some lewd drawings for me, 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

was Elex’s daughter, then

mother what you drew of me,” I demanded, bobbing my head and asking her questions. She looked petrified when her son started shaking his

I yelled at

to him after eyeing me into silence and f*orc*ed a smile across her lips, “Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?” She

nodded, making me scoff at his mother for accusing me

pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough pages, and other stuff until he finally grabbed it and

she was speaking so highly of her son, as if she knew

raised her face to look at me in

body felt heat rushing like a tsunami. It was a drawing of a girl playing in

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

was wheeze. “M~o—m! I can’t breathe,” I couldn’t even