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 2

NINA'S POV

I told myself I was just looking for shelter, not trouble. But trouble opens the door for me, all six feet of it.

The moment I step inside, I know I've made a mistake. A beautiful, dangerous mistake.

I'm not supposed to be here, but the universe really said, "Congratulations, Nina! Your reward for graduating is heartbreak and a broken car. And the icing on the cake? No service."

The storm had raged harder than ever, so when he took a wrong turn, I didn't stop him. I didn't panic.

Maybe I wanted him to hurt me. To tear me apart so it'll all be Jason's fault.

But when the door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in with him, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave.

His house smells clean, expensive, and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse skip.

I should be home crying over my ex, not standing in a stranger's mansion wondering why his stare feels safer than Jason's touch ever did.

I follow him upstairs but halt at the bedroom door, nerves tingling.

He shrugs off his shirt and I stifle a gasp, cheeks burning.

God forgive me...this man is so fucking hot. I shouldn't stare, but I do. My eyes trail every ripple of his muscles down to his waistline.

Is it hot in here, or am I burning just looking at him? This stranger whose name I do not know.

He turns. My breath stills.

Forget everything I said about his back. This view is way better.

He steps forward. I'm fighting every nerve screaming to press a palm to that hard chest and God help me, I'm losing.

Now he's handing me his robe. Our fingers brush lightly and a shiver runs down my spine. His gaze drops. He felt it too.

"I'll let you get dressed." He mutters, brushing past me.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, clad in his silk robe.

I should take off my wet panties, but I can't risk going butt naked with him. Not with my ovaries staging a riot.

My phone buzzes with another text from Jason.

A dull ache sparks in my chest. Suddenly I'm back in his apartment, staring down at him moaning into that woman's mouth.

His ring burns hot on my finger, but I don't take it off. I have a better idea.

Downstairs, the handsome stranger serves microwaved pizza on paper plates.

I thought heartbreak would numb me. But sitting across from this stranger, I feel too much.

For a man whose house screams money, serving microwaved pizza feels like a plot twist.

His gaze never leaves my face. I chew slowly, praying he doesn't hear the rumble in my stomach.

His food sits untouched, fingers interlaced.

When my plate is polished and I lean back, he breaks the ice.

"What happened to you?"

Where do I start?

"It's...personal."

"And you're in my personal space, so I need to make sure you're not a fugitive or a serial killer."

Oh...

"You're one to talk. I don't even know your name!"

"But you followed me home."

"You brought me here without even asking..."

"And you didn't stop me." He smirks, leaning back. "Sorry to say, but you have the survival instincts of a fart."

My eyes narrow, heat flaring in my chest. He flashes his palms.

"Before you chop my head off, how about I introduce myself? I might change your mind."

"I'm not counting on it."

He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that sparks a low hum in my belly.

"I'm Cassian. Cassian Cross."

Of course he'd have a hot name. It's evident in the soft pout of his lips and the heat of his stare.

"So...who's the lucky guy?" His jaw tightens, eyes on my fingers.

I know I should have taken the damn thing off.

"He's...not so lucky anymore."

His eyes glint.

"That'll make me the new lucky guy."

My heart flutters. Is he...flirting with me?

"That's very confident of you."

"At least you didn't call me a liar. We're getting somewhere."

"You can't prove that."

He leans forward, flame dancing in his eyes.

"I know you were checking me out upstairs."

My throat clamps shut.

"I wasn't-"

"Shhh...it's okay. I'd stare if I were you."

Oh this audacious little-

Blood rushes to my face. He just sits there, reveling in my discomfort.

"Don't flatter yourself. You might not be my type, after all."

"Is that a dare, Nina?" His voice lowers, eyes dark.

My mouth goes cotton dry. Don't do it. Don't poke the bear.

"What if it is? Worried you'd give out too early?"

I'm past thinking. I want him to claim me. Every inch, every breath, every beat of my broken heart.

I want him to make me forget. Just one night. What could possibly go wrong?

He towers over me, eyes everywhere but my face.

"I'll be upstairs. Follow me, if you dare."

He halts by the stairs, a dark smile curling his lips.

"When you chicken out, just let me know. I'll take the couch."

Then he's gone.

Outside, the storm rages harder. Wind billows through parted curtains. A cold breeze snakes up my skin.

My fingers grip the counter, heart hammering in my chest.

This is spiraling out of control. No.

I won't get under one man to get over another.

Fuck this. I'm single, I'm graduating, and I deserve a night of reckless passion.

***********

I scale up the stairs, convincing myself that this is right. One night stands are totally normal.

I'm not a stuck up bitch. I want this.

I turn-

And run smack into his hard chest. My feet kiss the air, body reeling backwards.

For a second my life flashes before my eyes, then I'm in his arms, pressed up against his frame.

"Whoa! That was close. You should be more careful next time, angel. I'm not going anywhere."

A loose strand of hair falls into his face. A faint stubble dots his chin. I ache to brush my fingers against that rough patch.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. My breasts press against his chest, and for a second I swear our heartbeats sync.

"You were coming back for me." My voice trembles.

"To make sure you don't chicken out."

He leans in until our foreheads touch, and I'm five seconds away from melting into a puddle.

His breath fans hot against my face, and I smell him-sandalwood and cinnamon-the perfect recipe for disaster.

"Kiss me." He whispers.

My eyes flutter shut. I can't breathe. Can't think. I only feel him. Only smell him.

So I rise on my tiptoes, arms snaking around his neck.

His lips crush mine, and I feel myself melting.

Just like that, I'm kissing the hot stranger.

He saved me. Now he's ruining me.

And I can't decide which feels better.

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 2

You may also like