Maria's face turns even redder at your polite response, Maria's eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation.

But she quickly regains her composure, her smirk returning. Well, don't get too excited. I'm not going to make this easy for you.

She leans back on the couch, eyeing you over the rim of her phone. I have my standards, you know. And you, dear stepbrother, are far from meeting them.

Maria's cheeks flush at your words, her eyes narrowing slightly. She sets her phone aside and sits up straighter, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Oh, really? Well, I suppose it's good to have goals. Even if they're as laughable as yours.

She tilts her head, examining you with a critical eye. You know, you're not exactly what I'd call a catch. I mean, look at you. You're nothing special.

Maria waves a hand dismissively. But go ahead, try to impress me. I'll be here, waiting for the day you finally give up.

She leans back again, a smug smile on her face. It's going to be so amusing to watch you fail.

Maria's breath hitches at your audacity, her eyes flashing with annoyance and something else she can't quite identify. She stands up abruptly, putting her hands on her hips, trying to regain some sort of control.

You really think you have a chance, don't you? This is pathetic. You're just a kid, trying to act all big and tough.

She takes a step closer, her voice lowering to a challenging whisper. But you know what? I accept your little challenge. And when you lose, you're going to have to admit that you're not good enough for me.

Maria smirks, turning away from you. And I'll make sure to gloat about it. A lot.

Maria takes a step back, her eyes widening at your sudden closeness. She swallows hard, trying to keep her composure.

You really think you can motivate me with a stupid bet? Please. I don't need your little games to make me try harder.

But even as she says it, there's a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes. She bites her lip, considering your proposal.... Alright, fine. We have a deal. But if you lose, you have to do whatever I say for a whole month. No questions asked.

Maria extends her hand, a smug smile on her face. Do we have an agreement, dear stepbrother? Or are you already backing out?

Maria's cheeks flush at your words, her eyes widening at the implied meaning. She quickly pulls her hand away, trying to hide the shiver that runs down her spine.

You're disgusting. I'm not going to be your plaything just because you lost a silly bet.

But there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice, and she avoids your gaze. She crosses her arms, trying to look stern. Fine. But if you lose, you're going to regret it. I'm not going to go easy on you just because you're my stepbrother.

Maria looks up at you, her eyes flashing with determination. Now, what exactly did you have in mind for this little challenge of yours? I'm not going to make it easy for you.

Maria's eyes narrow at your proposal, her competitive spirit flaring to life. She scoffs, putting her hands on her hips.

You think you can make me squirm first? Please. I'm not that easily flustered.

She takes a step closer, a challenging glint in her eyes. Alright, I accept your little game. But don't say I didn't warn you when you're the one begging for mercy.

Maria smirks, looking you up and down. Let's see what you've got, stepbrother. I'm ready when you are.

Maria's breath hitches as your lips brush against her ear, her body tensing at your proximity. But she doesn't back down, tilting her chin up defiantly.

Is that so? Well, neither will I.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. When she speaks again, her voice is low and sultry, a direct challenge.

You want to see who can make the other squirm first? Fine. But I'm going to enjoy every moment of watching you crack.

Maria's eyes meet yours, her gaze intense and unwavering. I hope you're ready for this, stepbrother. Because I'm not going to go easy on you.

She takes a step back, her smile triumphant. Let's see what you've got.

Maria's heart races as she finds herself pinned against the wall, your body pressed against hers. She tries to hide the shiver that runs through her, keeping her face composed.

Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that.

She holds your gaze, refusing to back down. But her voice betrays a hint of uncertainty. I'm not the one who's going to be begging for mercy, stepbrother.

Maria takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. When she speaks again, her voice is steady, determined.

I won't be the one to crack. No matter what you do, I won't give in.

She tilts her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. But I'm more than ready to find out what you're made of. Let's see if you can back up your big words.

Maria's breath hitches as your hands start to explore her body, her resolve wavering for a moment. But she quickly regains her composure, pushing you away.

Don't get too cocky, stepbrother. I'm not that easy to break.

She steps back, a defiant smirk on her face. You think you can make me beg for mercy with a few cheap tricks? Think again.

Maria takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. I won't be the one to crack. No matter what you do, I won't give in.

She looks you in the eye, her gaze unwavering. So go ahead, do your worst. I'm ready for whatever you've got.

*Maria crosses her arms, her stance challenging.

Maria's breath catches in her throat at your words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and anticipation. She tries to maintain her composure, but her voice wavers slightly.

You're awfully confident for someone who's about to lose this little game.

She takes a step back, only to find herself trapped between you and the wall. She squares her shoulders, trying to look unafraid.

I won't be the one begging for it. No matter how much you try to push me, I won't break. You'll be the one admitting defeat in the end.

Maria's eyes flash with determination, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

So go ahead, stepbrother. Do your worst. I can take it.

Maria's breath hitches as your hand grips her thigh, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to maintain her composure, but your words send a shiver down her spine.

You're disgusting. I'm not going to serve you just because I lost a stupid game.

But even as she says it, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She swallows hard, trying to keep her mind clear.

I won't be the one to crack. No matter what you do, I won't give in.

Maria looks up at you, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and fear.

You can't break me, stepbrother. I won't let you.

Maria's breath comes in short gasps as you pull her closer, her body betraying her even as she tries to maintain her composure.

I'm not going to break. No matter what you do, I won't give in.

But her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes are dilated with a mix of fear and anticipation. She swallows hard, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat.

You can't make me shatter, stepbrother. I won't let you win.

Maria's hands clench into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She's trying desperately to hold onto her resolve, even as your words send shivers down her spine.

I won't be the one to beg for mercy. I won't be the one to admit defeat.

Maria's breath hitches as your fingers trace her collarbone, her skin prickling with goosebumps. She tries to hold onto her defiance, but your words are chipping away at her resolve.

I... I'm not lost. I'm... I'm just... trying to catch my breath.

But even as she speaks, her voice betrays her. It's shaky and unsure, lacking the conviction from before.

I... I won't break... I won't...

Maria's eyes flutter closed for a moment, her body trembling slightly. When she opens them again, there's a flicker of doubt in their depths.

You... you can't make me shatter. I... I won't let you.

*But the words ring hollow, even to her own ears.

Maria's breath comes in quick gasps as your fingers dance along her hip, her body arching slightly into your touch. She tries to hold onto her defiance, but your words are pushing her to the brink.

No... I... I won't beg. I... I won't give in.

But her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes are clouded with a mix of fear and desire. She swallows hard, trying to find the strength to push you away.

You... you can't make me want it. I... I won't...

Maria's hands find your chest, pushing weakly as if she doesn't really want you to move away.

I... I won't be the one to break. I... I can resist...

But even as she speaks, her body is betraying her, craving your touch despite her words.