Stepbrother Surrender: A Step Romance Novella by Zoe Blair Page A

me.
     
     
               “Look,
I thought we were just going to hang out but if you’re drunk then I don’t know,”
I said, looking away as I crossed my arms.
     
     
               “Babe,
I came over here expecting something ; what are you going to give me?
Maybe some head, at least?” he asked in a tone that made my skin crawl.
     
     
               I
couldn’t believe I had thought this was a good idea.
     
     
                “You’re
acting like a jerk right now, Andrew.”
     
     
               “A
jerk? Babe that’s a little harsh; don’t be such a bitch.”
     
     
               After
being around Brandon for the past few days, the sudden contrast in maturity
that I was seeing in Andrew took me by total surprise.
     
     
               Is
this seriously what I was putting up with for the past three months? I
wanted to kick myself at the revelation.
     
     
               Andrew
started to lean into me with a slimy grin stuck across his face, as he cornered
me against the wall.
     
     
               “Andrew,
why don’t you just go; this isn’t working,” I told him in a forced but
transparent bravado.
     
     
               “What
the fuck?” Andrew’s eyebrows scrunched up as his tone grew belligerent.
     
     
               The
uncontrollable rage that he always seemed to have, which admittedly had turned
me on when he was channeling on the football field, was now directed toward me
for the first time and I was shaken by it.
     
     
               “Andrew,
will you please leave!? I’m trying to be nice here!”
     
     
               I
was demanding him at this point, but he only pressed his body harder against
me, and pushed his lips into mine as his sour breath clouded against my face.
     
     
               “You
were always such a fucking prude, you know that? Maybe if you weren’t always
leaving me with blue balls all the fucking time I wouldn’t have had to get
Reagan to give me head!” He shouted.
     
     
               His
hand started to press against my breasts and run down my sides as my breathing
quickly intensified and I felt on the verge of panic; this guy I thought I’d
known had turned into a complete monster.
     
     
               “Andrew,
stop! I’m fucking serious!” I panted out nervously as he grabbed my neck.
     
     
               “Maybe
if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have had to fuck every other girl in
school,” he breathed.
     
     
               I
wanted to scream or cry, or something – anything to get away from him.
     
     
               But
I didn’t know what would happen if I did, so I went silent as he rubbed against
my clit with his aggressive and uncaring touch, whispering harshly into my ear.
     
     
               “Maybe
if you weren’t such a fucking bitch I wouldn’t have to do it this way,” Andrew
laughed before his teeth clenched in anger.
     
     
               My
mind shut down as I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my own home and tried to
comprehend how this could actually be happening. I felt dizzy.
     
     
               “Andrew
pleases, please let me go,” I whispered a final plea to him, defeated. He only
seemed more angered by it.
     
     
               “Fuck
you! Shut up!” He said, pulling me by my shirt and slamming me hard against the
wall as he mashed his lips into mine.
     
     
               My
body went limp now and I clenched my eyes shut, wanting it to all go away but
fearing it was going to get much worse. I tried to mentally prepare myself for
what he was about to do to me.
     
     
               But
he didn’t get to do anything else.
     
     
               My
eyes opened and in a shock, I suddenly heard Andrew’s breath escaping his lungs
in a quick whoosh, and I saw an enraged Brandon pulling him off of