My Stepbrother's Lust

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.

Chapters

Chapter 1

NINA'S POV

"Yes! Fuck me harder!"

I had my whole day planned out. Graduation, after-party with my fiancé.

I never imagined I would walk in on my fiancé-the man I pledged my life to-deep inside another woman. On my graduation night.

I've heard stories about cheating men. About the pain they cause. I never imagined my Jason would do it to me.

And how creative he got with it.

My feet stay rooted to the ground, ears filling with the raucous moaning and grunting behind the bedroom door.

My chest tightens, bleeding into my ribcage. Black, dark and ugly. My fingers tremble on the doorknob.

Move, Nina.

I twist the knob and walk into my nightmare.

A red haired woman lies there, mouth hung open in raw pleasure while my fiancé thrusts into her.

I blink hazily, wishing that's the only thing happening. It's not. He's got another man on top of him, pounding into his...ass.

Oh god...

He's like a human sandwich, moaning into the woman's ear as his ass lifts to receive the man's deep thrusts.

The pungent smell of sex fills my nostrils. In the corner, someone hunches over a camera, red hair spilling over her shoulders.

My stomach sinks. She turns, and I break.

Harper. My best friend.

My head swells.

She bolts from her seat, the sudden movement breaking through the haze.

Jason looks up, and freezes, eyes wide.

"Nina..." the man behind him thrusts deeper, brutally unaware of my presence. Or maybe he knows and just doesn't care.

A gruff moan escapes him before he pulls free from the man. I shut my eyes.

I'm dreaming. It's a fucking joke.

"I can explain!" His voice cracks. "We-"

"We needed the money...it's for your wedding!" Harper squawks, clasping her hands in front of her.

I don't spare her a glance. My eyes stay on Jason, ears ringing.

The bastard is still hard.

"Harper's right." He scrambles for his clothes. "I got broke and -"

"Are you fucking serious?" Something bitter settles in my chest.

"Jason, time out. Keep your bitch in check and let's get back to it." The naked man pulls the wet sheets over his torso.

My fists clench. Those are my fucking sheets.

Jason hobbles into his jeans.

"Baby, if you would just listen to me -"

"This is why you skipped my graduation?" My voice shakes.

He shakes his head.

"Baby..."

I turn to Harper. The bitch is crying. She filmed my fiancé cheating and she's fucking crying?

Pathetic bitch.

"You're dead to me." I say, voice sharp.

"Both of you."

"Good riddance. Can we roll again? I'm flaccid." The naked man sighs. The redhead chuckles, and I feel myself crumbling, dying.

I whirl around, vision blurring.

"Nina...please wait!" Harper calls, but I'm stumbling downstairs and out the door.

The night air slaps my face, mocking me.

This is what I get for believing in love again. For trusting yet another friend.

I slam my car door shut, suffocating on the smell of leather and the taste of my tears.

Jason runs out the door. Harper follows. They wave and scream and Harper sobs, but I just step on the gas, drowning them out.

They did it for me? What a dumb fucking excuse.

I drive past dimly lit streets and bright restaurants. I let down the window. The wind caresses my face, slithering through my hair.

I brake at a red light. My knuckles go white against the steering, and I suck in a breath in between sobs.

The city lights smear through my tears, and for a second, I can't tell where the road ends and stop lights begin.

Why didn't he tell me he was broke? Why did he have to...

No. It's not about me. He always wanted to do it. I shut my eyes, wishing away the memory of his sweaty body and the wet thrusts.

I fail. The image sticks like a stubborn tumor.

I run a finger through my hair, cursing under my breath. My diploma sits in the passenger seat, forgotten.

My phone rings, jarring my thoughts . I glare at it.

Jason. The fucking audacity.

I don't answer it.

It rings again, and I grip the steering wheel, fighting the urge to toss the damn device out the window.

But it's not Jason this time. It's my mother.

If he called her, I swear to God...

"Hi mom!" I force a cheery voice.

"How's my baby girl?"

Knots form in my throat.

I'm not fine, mom. You were right. Love is a myth.

"Great! I'm just...driving home from campus."

"Okay good! I have great news!" She quips.

Other than the fact that you completely forgot about my graduation, what else?

"I'm getting married!"

Oh...I did not see that coming.

"Oh...I'm so happy for you..."

I'm not.

"I know! This will be perfect. We can be a family again."

No. We don't need extras to be a family.

Her voice drones on, but I'm not listening. I'm breaking. Every part of me.

Rain drums softly on the windshield, a sharp irony to the searing pain inside me.

"Listen...can I call you back?" I whisper.

"Are you okay, honey?"

The line goes dead and I just sit there, driving slowly while the world moves on fast.

She didn't deserve that, but I'm past caring. I can't be happy for her while my life burns to ash.

I step on the accelerator. The car lurches forward, then jerks to a stop.

Panic rises in my chest.

"No,no,no,no!" I slam my fist on the dashboard, willing the damn metal to start. Smoke curls from the bonnet in response.

A horn blares impatiently behind me, forcing my nerves to life.

This can't be happening...

Seven trips to the mechanic this month and she still does me like this?

I yank the door open and step into the light drizzle. The bonnet pops open. Smoke bursts into my face.

"Oh...god..." I cough, blinking blearily at the dark mess that is my engine.

That's just great. First I get cheated on on my graduation, now my fucking car breaks down in a storm.

I'm convinced the universe has singled me out for cruel ridicule when a car pulls up behind mine.

Black Range Rover, oozing of wealth and power.

The door opens, and a man steps out. Leather jacket on black jeans, hair falling into his face, steel grey eyes fixed on me.

My stomach flips. He looks like a textbook knight in shining armour. Maybe he is.

"Car trouble?" He smiles warmly, flashing immaculate teeth.

My throat clamps shut. I just stare. Guys like him don't stop to help girls like me.

He doesn't come any closer, but I smell his sickly sweet cologne.

I must look stupid, standing in the rain in a wet gown and ruined make-up, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Come with me. I'll take you to the next gas station and you can find someone to fix it."

Cautious bells ring in my head. He could be a kidnapper...or worse.

"I...I'm fine, thank you."

He sighs.

"Look, I'm soaking wet already. So are you. I can't leave you here in good faith. Get in. I'm not gonna hurt you."

His eyes rake over my body. I feel a wave of unease.

"I promise." He extends a hand. I should walk away. I should.

But I don't.

He's right. I'm soaking wet. I won't get any help just standing here like some bimbo.

Fuck.

"Okay."

My teeth chatter as I trail behind him.

He holds the door open. I cast one last glance across the street, hoping someone sees me before I disappear.

No one sees.

The warm leather kisses my ass.

The door slams shut, and just like that, I'm riding with a total stranger.

How dangerous. How exciting.

Continue to next part

In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

Action Modern Sci-Fi

7.7

BENEATH TWISTED HEARTS - Lies Doubt and Obsession

7.7

Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away. I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew. Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived? Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for? Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Buying The Exiled Heir: He Is Mine

9.3

Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him. She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort. But Benton didn't take the charity. Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him. When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face. Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician. Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below. Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her. She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man. But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion. How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power? "You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you." Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.3

I Fell Where His Love Favored Another

8.3

Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket. The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett. I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it. Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice. "What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there." I turned toward the window and said nothing. This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely. The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique. He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate. "Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too." I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand. What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

My Husband Wanted My Kidney

9.6

Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live. No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife. Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes. Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life. **** There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes. "Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend. "Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

The Masked Princess Bound To The King She Hates

8.2

Princess Ella walks down the aisle to marry the man who destroyed her life. Behind her mask lies a secret powerful enough to bring a kingdom to its knees-and a revenge plan years in the making. To the world, she is a quiet and obedient queen. In truth, she is a survivor who has come to finish what war began. But King Augustine is not a man easily deceived. Cold, intelligent, and dangerously observant, he quickly realizes his new bride is hiding more than she shows. Instead of exposing her, he watches... waits... and begins a silent game where every glance, every word, and every move becomes a test. As tension builds inside the palace, a survivor from Ella's past arrives-someone who can reveal her identity and destroy everything she has planned. Now trapped between revenge and survival, Ella must decide how far she is willing to go. Because in a marriage built on lies, one truth could ruin them both- or bring them closer than either ever intended.

Action Mystery Romance

My Stepbrother's Lust

Chapter 1

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