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 6
NINA'S POV
Trust fate to take my broken engagement and shove it in my face. This time on Sloane's perfectly manicured finger.
Sloane Whitmore, she said. Cassian's fiance.
Something bubbles in my throat and I realize I'm laughing. Not a soft chuckle, but an almost wheezing kind.
Cassian frowns, Sloane clutches her imaginary pearls, and I'm just half bent over when I should be asking for answers.
"Something funny?" Sloane asks, voice sharp.
Oh honey, if only you knew.
"No. Not really. It was really nice to meet you, Sloane." I extend a shaky hand.
My fingertips brush against the diamond stud of the ring when she takes my hand. I should yank it off her and tell her what a cheating jerk she's marrying.
Cheating hot jerk, nonetheless.
But I say nothing. I just let it simmer. Cassian has gone rigid, a thousand yard stare lighting his eyes. Like he's...disconnected.
Well he better connect quick and give me back my fucking ring.
"I'll go mingle with the other guests. You two have fun." A smile stretches my lips as I turn.
My heart is pounding so hard I'm worried I might have a heart attack.
This is stupid.
Men.
My throat burns, but I hold it all in, strutting across the hall to the restroom with a sweet smile on my face.
Nausea builds in my throat as I push into an empty stall. I lock the door and rest my forehead against the cold metal.
I went from being cheated on to being a paramour for some stoic Prince charming and I want out. I'm tired.
Yet somehow, I just know this universe isn't done chewing me up.
Despite my best efforts, a tear trails down my cheeks.
I suck in a sharp breath as the bathroom door bursts open.
Heavy footsteps thud against the tiled floor. My hand flies to my throat and I smell him before I even hear his voice.
"I know you're in there, Nina."
My lungs ache for oxygen, but I don't breathe. I don't move.
He can't be here.
I wait with mounting dread as his shadow covers my stall.
"We need to talk. And I hope you're not pants down. We're not having that kind of conversation."
Now I want nothing more than to wipe this smugness off him.
My fingers fumble the locks and the door swings open.
I don't realize how close he is standing until I almost walk straight into him. Almost. I'm not falling for that trick again.
He backs up considerably and I slither out, suddenly so conscious of the mascara stained trail down my cheek.
"What are you doing here?" My voice shakes. I put distance between us, clutching my purse hard.
"You shouldn't be in here. That's a violation of-"
"It's a unisex bathroom." His eyes never leave my face. "I'm not doing anything wrong. At least not yet."
"I'll stop you there, Mr. Fiancè. Maybe this is routine for you, but I'm not that type of girl. And frankly, I don't give a fuck. But my ring? You gave her my ring?"
"It's not as simple as it looks." He presses a palm to his temple.
"Then by all means, explain to me how my engagement ring is on your fiancè's finger." I fold my arms and lean away from him. Away from his sweet scent and sleek lines.
But he doesn't explain. Far from it. Instead he steps closer and towers over me.
"Let me make one thing clear, Nina. 42 rings. 42 fucking diamond rings...that's what it'll take to get me a new car. You can't take what belongs to me and just get away with it." He snarls, but the heat of his gaze travels hungrily down my body and now I'm thinking he's not just talking about the car.
"If I don't get my ring back by the end of today, I'll march over to your perfect fiancèe and pop her bubble. Tell her what a cheat her dream man is."
His smile drops, eyes going dark.
"You won't do that."
"Yes, I will."
"You won't. And you know why? Because you're a horrible liar. She'll ask how you know and your perfect cover will fall apart. Sloane is vicious. You don't want that."
Heat flares in my chest, but I know he's right. We already got off on the wrong foot. I don't want to see the side of her that knows I slept with her fiancè.
I whirl around and clutch the porcelain sink. My reflection stares back at me, eyes watery.
I won't cry for this man. It was just one night. My eyes meet his in the mirror. He steps closer, and his cologne fills my nose.
"Nina, If you'll let me explain-"
"I should leave." I mutter, but I don't. I can't. His hands rest on either side of me, trapping me between him and the cold porcelain.
My throat clamps shut.
"What are you doing?" My voice falters.
"Getting your attention. You won't get an answer if you keep talking over me. Will that happen again?" His voice is so low, almost a whisper.
His breath fans hot against my neck and I feel my knees buckle.
I should be angry at him. I should hate him. But right now, even in my anger, heat pools between my legs.
"You're either very brave, or very stupid. Given your situation, I guess it's the latter. Get off me, Cassian." My eyes never leave our reflection.
He sighs into my hair and I squirm at the tingles rushing through me.
"You stole from me, Nina. You shouldn't have done that. Now I own you."
My cheeks flush, knuckles white from gripping the sink. Whatever that means, it doesn't sound good.
"You don't own me. Nobody owns me. I'll give you your stupid keys back and you can get your car. Now get the fuck off." I try to sound harsh but the quiver in my voice gives me away.
His gaze meets mine in the mirror. I force myself not to look away. I won't let him win.
He lifts a brow, then slowly, his hand snakes around my waist and pull me into him.
His eyes never leave mine, daring me to say something. To resist him.
This is wrong on so many levels. Someone could walk right in and see us.
Somehow, he doesn't seem to care. He can put me over this counter and fuck me senseless right now and I won't move a muscle to stop him.
I'm so dirty. So shameless. No moral compass whatsoever.
This has to stop.
Gently, I pry free from his grip. He doesn't stop me. I clutch my purse between us, chest heaving.
"This has to stop." My voice croaks.
"You don't get to decide that. You know why? Because you're mine now. You stole from me, Nina. This is how you repay your debt."
I should say something. I should fight this.
But he's already at the door.
"I'll see you soon, princess." He says, and the door clicks shut.
I want to run after him and tell him what a jerk he is and spill wine on his perfect white shirt, but I can't. Not with my hard nipples jutting out through my dress.
Like I said, the universe isn't done chewing me up.
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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?