
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.
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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.
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Chapter 3
NINA'S POV
Somewhere between his breath and my heartbeat, the storm outside stills.
Rain drums gently against the window, muffling my moans as I completely melt in his arms.
I cling to him like he's oxygen, breath ragged as he pulls me closer into him.
He tastes like whiskey and rain.
It's intoxicating - reckless enough to feel like freedom.
His tongue grazes my lips, hot and seeking. I let him in. Let him taste me.
His fingers snake around my throat. He breaks our kiss, eyes glazed with heat.
For a second I can catch my breath. Then he leans in, lips grazing my chin.
"Last chance, Nina. Leave while you still can."
He says it like he can ruin me. Maybe he can. This man, with his heated gaze and whiskey breath and strong hands around my waist.
"You don't want me to leave," I whisper, and maybe I don't want to either.
Fucked if I run from this. My fingers graze his shirt, trailing down his chest.
I feel him stiffen, muscles rippling under his shirt.
"And what do you want?"
I don't hesitate.
"You. I want you to make me forget."
Knots form in my throat. Tomorrow I'll go back to my apartment. To the mess that is my life.
But tonight? Tonight I'm his to claim. To own.
He hooks a thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze.
"Careful what you wish for." He leans in, voice low "I'm very hard to erase."
"Oh yeah? How hard?" I whisper.
His hand covers mine, guiding it below his belt.
A gasp escapes me as my palm grazes his hardness.
"How hard do you think?" His voice rumbles low, like a threat.
My belly sings in anticipation - he's going to fill me, completely.
Soon I won't feel this ache anymore. Soon I'll forget my name and moan his.
His lips claim mine again. Fireworks explode in my belly as he lowers me into the silk sheets.
The air smells of rain and dust and him. I'm intoxicated. I'm alive.
But we're just getting started. I thought I had felt it all - experienced everything with Jason. But when he plants a kiss on my belly, I come undone.
His lips torture me all the way to my inner thighs, and I forget how to breathe.
"Oh...I don't..."
"Easy, my darling. I've got you." His breath fans hot against my panties.
The words should calm me, but they only make me fall faster.
My heartbeat races. I've never done this before.
I lean up on my elbows. I want to watch him take me.
His eyes gleam up at me.
"Giving up already?" He purrs, thumb grazing my clit.
"I don't -"
A shiver ripples through me. He lifts my legs gently, pressing kisses from my knees to my feet.
Then my legs are on his shoulder, and my panties are coming off.
His eyes never leave mine, like a predator circling its prey. I know he's going to ruin me. The eyes never lie.
My legs part for him. My back arches off the bed when his lips graze my clit.
"Don't you run from me now." His hands circle my waist, pinning me under his lips.
I can't. I'm writhing, shivering as his tongue moves hot inside me.
I met this man five hours ago and he's eating me out like he's known me forever.
And I'm loving every second of it.
His tongue circles my clit, making it harder to stay calm. My chest heaves, nipples tightening.
Every lap of his tongue, every kiss of his lips draws me closer to the edge.
I'm squealing, damn near tipping over the edge when I say it.
One word. One name.
"Jason..."
My face blooms red. How stupid.
For a moment Cassian's eyes hold no emotion, and I steel myself, ready to leave when he asks me to.
"Who's Jason?"
My mouth goes cotton dry. I should bail out of here. But I don't.
"He's...my ex. I'm sorry. It just -"
"Just what?" His voice darkens.
He's mad at me. He's -
Unzipping his fly. I blink, brain fogging.
He's so big. So thick and veiny.
My body pulses, thighs clenching.
"Tell me something, Nina, does Jason feel like this?" He growls as his dick rubs my clit.
I suck in a breath, heat swirling in my stomach.
"Um..."
"That's a no?" He chuckles darkly, teasing my wet slit.
"Please..." my voice trembles, breaking between gasps.
He's drawing out my ache, and loving every second of it.
"Use your words, angel. Cat got your tongue?"
My words form in my throat just as he pushes inside me, hard and deep.
I cry out, insides quaking.
He's so hard. So hot.
I can't think.
"Fuck...Cassian -"
"Yes, princess, that is my name." His fingers snake around my throat, forcing me to look at him. To watch him destroy me.
Every stroke feels like sin, and yet every thrust convinces me it's the only thing that's ever felt right.
My legs circle his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
He leans down to kiss me, lips covering mine as his thrusts get faster.
My moans spill free, and he swallows them all, claiming every gasp like his oxygen.
My body quivers as my orgasm builds up. I'm pulsing hard around him, tears blurring my vision when he slows.
"You're in my gut..." I whimper, toes curling. My nails dig into his back, desperate for balance as I tip over the edge.
"Please don't stop. I'm..."
Coming. Hard.
"Did I give you permission?" He seethes, wrapping both hands around my throat and pounding harder.
I'm begging, pleading, cumming even more. He doesn't stop. He grinds up against my g-spot and it takes everything not to scream.
His cocky smile fades into heated desire when I tighten around him. He's pulsing inside me, breath ragged.
"Nina..."
"Do it. You know you want to." I tease, brushing my lips against his.
My fingers comb through his hair as his body tenses. I feel him - every inch of him - throbbing inside me, hot as he cums.
He plants kisses to my neck as I purr in satisfaction.
Tomorrow, I'll regret this. But tonight, regret can wait.
I just had sex with this hot stranger to get over my fiancé. That's the best decision I've made this year.
And when Jason sees me again, I'll make sure he knows I'm not the woman he can just break.
Tomorrow, I'll hate myself for this. But tonight, I learned something Jason never taught me - how it feels to be wanted.
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8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.

8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.

8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.

9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?

8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?