Page 137 of Stepbrothers' Darling


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“Filthy bastard,” I mutter, looking down to see my whole front practically smeared in his cum.

“You love it,” he retorts, and he’s not wrong. With a smirk, I lift a tired hand, run my fingers through his mess, and lift them to my lips. I suck them clean, and he groans again.

“Fuck, let’s get you back to the others before I fuck you again.”

“I’m not opposed to it,” I tease.

“I need to finish your bike, not cover it in cum, my love.” He laughs. “But hold that thought for later.”

I pout but let him clean with me a rag before he helps me to my feet. As I dress, he cops a feel, and then he spanks me as I turn to leave. Instead of staying to work, though, he follows me out. Only he stops outside of the garage, eyes going to beyond the gate.

I follow his gaze and groan. “Why would they even put that asshole on our house after—” I freeze, my heart stopping, as everything finally falls into place. “Asher... what if he’s not supposed to be? What if he lied to them or they saw him here and thought he was on protection duty and the real officers left? What if that’s why he’s always following me and using you as an excuse? What if he’s helping him?” I turn back and he frowns, looking from the cop to me.

“He’s dirty and an asshole for sure, but why would he help him?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “But he gives me a bad feeling, always has, and it would explain how my stalker has managed to lay low and avoid the police.”

“Maybe, we’ll look into it. But he was here before Mr. Andrews even escaped, my love, so it could just be a coincidence.”

I nod and let Asher lead me away, but my brain is firing off alarms, telling me that I’m right. The feeling in my gut only adds to that. I don’t know how or why, but Mr. Andrews has got this police officer doing his dirty work—which means he knows where I live and he’s watching me, watching us.

It’s only a matter of time before he strikes again.

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