Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother
Tamed by the Devil Stepbrother
Nolan Carter is everything Clara Bennett despises—cocky, cruel, and sinfully irresistible. On campus, he’s the untouchable golden boy: captain of the team, the star every professor favors, and the devil every girl wants in her bed. And Nolan gives them exactly what they crave. One night. No promises. No emotions. Just filthy satisfaction. His harem of willing admirers proves he doesn’t need to lift a finger—women fall at his feet.
But behind that perfect smile hides venom. Nolan has no love for his new “family.” He hates Clara’s mother for marrying his father, and he hates Clara even more—for invading his world, stealing space in his home, and daring to defy him.
Clara isn’t like the girls who line up outside his door. She’s sharp-tongued, stubborn, and immune to his charms—or at least she pretends to be. Nolan delights in breaking her down, tormenting her with cutting remarks, cruel games, and dark whispers meant to ruin her reputation. Everywhere Clara goes, Nolan lurks—reminding her she doesn’t belong, reminding her he’s in control.
But the more he pushes, the more the lines blur. Hatred burns hot, and desire burns hotter. Clara swears she’ll never fall for him, never be just another notch in his bedpost. Nolan swears he’ll never want her, never crave the one girl who dares to fight back.
Yet temptation is a dangerous game. Because when the devil stepbrother sets his sights on you… you either burn, or you break.
And Clara is about to discover what happens when hate becomes hunger—when the boy who torments her decides she’s the only sin he can’t resist.
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Chapter: Want to meet your granddaughter, Dad?Nolan’s POVThat night, after the fire had died to embers and the house fell into a hushed winter silence, Clara and I slipped upstairs to my old childhood bedroom—our bedroom now, in a way it had never been before. The door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality, and for a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The room looked the same: faded posters on the walls from my high school days, the creaky twin bed pushed against the window, shelves lined with dusty trophies and books I'd long forgotten. But everything felt different. Charged. Like we'd reclaimed a piece of the past that had once tried to tear us apart.Clara moved first, stepping close and sliding her hands under my shirt, her fingers cool against my skin. "Today was... unreal," she whispered, eyes searching mine. "Holding Mom like that. And Dad... hugging you. Us."I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar vanilla and paint scent that was
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
Chapter: Boy or girl?Nolan’s POVThe first time we crossed that old oak threshold again, the late-November air was sharp with woodsmoke and the sweet bite of cinnamon drifting from inside. The porch light was already on, even though dusk had barely settled. Elena must have been watching from the window.She didn’t let us knock.The door flew open and she was down the three shallow steps in mismatched socks—one wool, one cotton—arms wide before my boot even hit the welcome mat. She crashed into Clara like a wave, wrapping her so tight I could see Clara’s ribs rise and fall against the pressure.“You’re here,” Elena kept repeating, voice muffled in Clara’s hair, thick with tears. “You’re really here, baby girl. You came back.”Clara’s arms came up slowly at first—old instincts of caution—then locked around her mother just as fiercely. “We’re here, Mom. We’re really here.”I stood frozen for a second, luggage still in hand, watching them sway together like they were trying to make up for every lost month in
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
Chapter: Fuck—yes, fill your wife!Nolan’s POV The ceremony was intimate and perfect, two weeks later in the grand hall of the Palazzo Vecchio. Sunlight poured through the tall arched windows, gilding the frescoed ceilings where gods and warriors battled in eternal triumph. Giulia stood as our unflinching witness, arms crossed with a rare satisfied smile, while a handful of Clara’s wild-haired art friends clapped and whistled from the marble benches. Clara was breathtaking in a simple white sundress that clung to every curve like liquid silk, the thin straps barely holding it up, wildflowers woven into her loose waves so she looked like a living Botticelli pulled straight from the walls around us. I wore a borrowed linen suit that suddenly felt too tight across the shoulders, my pulse hammering as we faced the officiant and spoke the vows we’d written ourselves—short, fierce, ours. When the officiant pronounced us married, Clara rose on her toes and whispered against my lips before the kiss, “I choose you, taboo and
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
Chapter: Marry me someday!Nolan’s POV Weeks melted into one another like wax under the relentless Tuscan sun, the sharp edges of our early drama softening into a rhythm that felt almost normal—almost, because nothing about us had ever been normal. The cease-and-desist had worked its magic; Dad's threats dried up like the Arno in a scorching summer drought, his silence a grudging admission of defeat that echoed louder than any of his bellowing rants ever could. Elena's calls tapered off too, her last one a tearful whisper over the crackling line: "I just want you both happy, Nolan. Be careful out there—Italy's beautiful, but life's unpredictable." Careful. As if we hadn't been tiptoeing around emotional landmines our whole damn relationship, dodging judgmental stares and family bombshells like pros. But with the storm finally passed, Florence unfolded for us like one of Clara's sprawling canvases—vibrant and chaotic, layered with hidden depths we explored together, hand in hand, our love no longer a dirty secr
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
Chapter: You're staring again.Nolan’s POVThe next few days blurred into a whirlwind of highs and lows, like a rollercoaster designed by some sadistic Italian engineer—peaks of passion crashing into valleys of paranoia that left my stomach churning and my fists clenched. Clara threw herself into her art with a vengeance, her provisional grant lighting a fire under her that had her sketching late into the night, the scratch of charcoal on paper a constant, frantic soundtrack in our cramped dorm room. The space was barely big enough for the twin bed, her easel crammed in the corner, and stacks of canvases leaning against the walls like silent witnesses to our chaos. I'd watch her from the bed, shirtless and propped on my elbows, mesmerized by the way her brow furrowed in deep concentration, her tank top riding up to reveal the smooth curve of her lower back, freckles scattered like constellations I wanted to trace with my tongue every damn time. The room smelled of graphite and her vanilla shampoo, a heady mix that
Last Updated: 2025-12-29
Chapter: Don't let one man's pettiness kill my dream.Nolan’s POVMorning light filtered through the thin curtains like a reluctant intruder, painting stripes across Clara's sleeping form—her hair a tangled halo on the pillow, lashes fanning shadows on her cheeks, one arm draped possessively over my waist. The faint hum of Florence waking up outside—distant scooters buzzing like angry bees, vendors shouting in melodic Italian—seeped into the room, but inside, it was still our bubble. I watched her for a while, my chest tight with that mix of awe and protectiveness that hit me every time I woke up to her. Her breaths were soft and even, her skin still flushed from last night's marathon, faint marks from my fingers blooming like faint bruises on her hips. No nightmares last night, just the hum of the city lulling us into exhausted sleep after our late-night affirmations. But the clock on her nightstand ticked mercilessly toward 10 AM—the meeting. Reality crashing back like a hangover after a wild night, reminding me that freedom wasn't fre
Last Updated: 2025-12-27
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession
The Billionaire’s Sex Diet Obsession
“He doesn’t believe in love. He only believes in sex—and now, she’s the one he can’t resist.”
Alexander Voss is ruthless, rich, and dangerously irresistible. To the world, he is the untouchable billionaire CEO of Voss Enterprises. Cold. Calculated. Untamed. But behind his sharp suits and piercing eyes lurks a darker hunger. For Alexander, sex isn’t romance—it’s survival. His life is ruled by a strict diet of desire: no strings, no emotions, only raw, addictive pleasure.
Then comes Elena Hayes.
She’s young, broke, and drowning in desperation. With her mother in the final stages of cancer and hospital bills threatening to destroy her, Elena believes landing an internship at Voss Enterprises will be her salvation. Instead, it throws her into the path of a man whose obsessions are as dangerous as his power.
One late-night encounter sparks the unthinkable.
One dangerous proposition changes her life.
One contract binds her innocence to his darkest cravings.
He offers her money. She offers her body. Neither expects obsession to take root. But the more he tastes, the more he craves. Alexander—who once controlled everything—finds his carefully measured “sex diet” spiraling out of control.
Because one taste of Elena was never enough.
Now, she is more than temptation. She is the addiction he cannot escape. And as desire turns into dangerous obsession, Elena realizes it won’t just be her body at risk… it will be her heart.
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Chapter: Strip. Elena's POVI nodded, my body still thrumming with the lingering echoes of our office encounter, every nerve ending alive and sensitive, as if his touch had rewritten my skin into something that belonged solely to him. My legs felt faintly unsteady, a delicious weakness that made me lean into him as I laced my fingers with his strong, warm ones. The office air hung heavy around us, thick with the intoxicating scent of sex and raw satisfaction—our mingled arousal, sweat, and the faint trace of his cologne clinging to me like a second skin. It was our secret signature, marking the space as claimed.Alexander's touch was steady and grounding, his palm pressing possessively against the small of my back as he guided me out of the office. We passed his assistant's desk; she glanced up with a subtle, knowing smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes—professional discretion wrapped in quiet amusement—but Alexander didn't acknowledge it, his focus entirely on me, his stride confident and u
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Taste how sweet you are.Elena's POVI obeyed instantly, my palms pressing flat against the cool, polished mahogany of his desk, the scattered papers crinkling softly beneath my hands like forgotten secrets surrendering to our moment. My heart thundered in my chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that echoed the insistent heat pooling low in my belly, spreading outward in slow, languid waves. Bending over as commanded, I arched my back deliberately, offering myself to him—the red lace thong a mere whisper of fabric between my thighs, barely concealing the slick evidence of my arousal, the garters pulled taut against my skin like silken restraints. The collar around my neck felt heavier in this position, its cool metal links a constant, grounding weight that reminded me of my surrender, of the exquisite freedom found in yielding to him completely.Alexander's sharp intake of breath behind me was audible, a sound that sent an electric shiver racing down my spine, raising goosebumps along my exposed skin. I could feel
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Bold, pet. Very bold. Elena's POVDays continued to weave themselves into a tapestry of calm, each one a small gift after the chaos we'd endured. The lingering echo of that threatening text had faded with the arrest of Mark's associate—a pathetic wannabe who'd crumbled under interrogation, admitting he'd been paid a pittance to send the message as a final "favor" to his jailed buddy. No deeper conspiracy, no grand scheme. Just desperation from behind bars. Alexander's team had ensured the man would join his masters in a cell, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke without that knot of dread in my stomach.One bright mid-morning, I decided to visit Mom alone, giving Alexander time to tackle a stack of meetings downtown. The hospital had become less clinical in my mind—flowers from Alexander's endless deliveries brightened her room, and the nurses greeted me by name now, their smiles genuine. Mom was sitting up in bed when I arrived, flipping through a magazine, her color better than I'd s
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: please, sir. Elena's POVWeeks melted into a serene, almost ethereal rhythm after Victoria and Mark's arrest, the penthouse transforming from a fortress under siege into a haven of unbridled intimacy and rediscovered freedom. The sprawling city below pulsed with its relentless, chaotic energy—honking taxis, flickering neon signs, the distant hum of life in perpetual motion—but up here, in our elevated world perched high above the fray, Alexander and I reveled in the quiet victory we'd clawed our way to. No more anonymous texts vibrating like malevolent omens in the dead of night, jolting me awake with a racing heart; no shadows lurking in the corners of my mind, whispering doubts and fears. The police had sealed the case tight, their reports a fortress of legalese—Victoria charged with extortion, harassment, aiding a stalker, and even conspiracy, while Mark faced revived stalking violations plus aggravated assault for that desperate warehouse knife pull. Their bail hearings dragged on in endles
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Spread for me.Elena's POVThe package arrived like a venomous snake in the mail, innocuous in its plain brown wrapping but lethal in its contents. It sat on the marble kitchen island that morning, mocking us with its anonymous postmark—no return address, just a scrawled "For the Happy Couple" in sharp, angular handwriting that screamed Victoria. Alexander had been the one to open it, his broad shoulders tensing as he sliced through the tape with a letter opener, his movements precise but edged with foreboding. I'd been pouring coffee, the rich aroma filling the penthouse, when he froze, the color draining from his face."Elena," he said, his voice a low warning, like thunder rumbling on the horizon. "Don't look."But of course, I did. Curiosity and dread propelled me forward, my mug forgotten on the counter as I peered over his shoulder. Inside were photos—grainy, but unmistakably me. Snapshots from a life I'd buried: me at 19, unaware in a college library, with a shadowy figure lurking in the back
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: My fierce submissive.Beneath the strategy, his touch turned tender, reassuring. As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse—he pulled me onto his lap, the terrace breeze ruffling my hair. "Enough talk of shadows," he murmured, his hand slipping under my skirt, fingers tracing lazy circles on my inner thigh. "Let me remind you of the light." We made love slowly that night in our bed, the sheets a tangled sea around us. Face-to-face, his eyes locked on mine, unblinking, as he moved inside me with deliberate, languid strokes. "You're my everything, Elena," he whispered between kisses, his lips mapping my jaw, my neck. "My strength, my weakness. Don't ever doubt that." I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as pleasure built in waves, cresting softly rather than crashing. "I love you, Alexander," I gasped as release washed over us simultaneously, binding us closer. "Sir... my Sir." But as I drifted to sleep in his arms, Victoria's words echoed in the recesses of my mind like a malevolent whis
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
His Omega, His Punishment
“Hate was his mask. Love was his curse.”
“She hated him for ruining her. He loved her enough to burn the world.”
She was accused of murder.
He forced her into marriage.
And in his arms, love feels like punishment.
Clara Carter thought she was nothing more than an unwanted omega—until Alpha Taehyung Blackwood dragged her into a nightmare. Blamed for her bestfriend Lisa’s death, Clara is forced into a bond she never wanted, bound to the ruthless Alpha who vows to make her life worse than hell.
Once, she had secretly loved him. Now, she fears him. His cruelty, his punishments, his merciless dominance—Clara believes the man she adored has become her devil.
But behind Taehyung’s fury lies a secret darker than blood. Lisa wasn’t Clara’s savior—she was her enemy. And Lisa’s father, the true murderer, still hunts Clara in the shadows. To protect her, Taehyung caged her, accused her, and destroyed anyone who dared to touch her. Even if it meant becoming the monster she hated.
When the truth is revealed, Clara must face the hardest choice of all: to forgive the Alpha who ruined her, or to let vengeance consume them both.
A dark tale of betrayal, obsession, and forbidden love, The Accused Luna will take you into a world where hate and desire blur, and where even the devil has a heart.
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Chapter: You feel it too.Taehyung’s POV The night did not rush us.It never did, not anymore.The moon lingered high above the ridgeline, swollen and luminous, as if it understood that some moments were too sacred to be hurried. Its silver light poured over the packlands like liquid mercury, turning the valleys into shimmering pools and the cliffs into silent sentinels. Clara stayed tucked against me on the overlook, her body a perfect fit in the circle of my arms, one hand still resting protectively at her belly, the other curled into the fabric of my tunic as though anchoring herself to this impossible, beautiful truth.I felt it now, unmistakably.That new thread in the bond.Faint, yes. Fragile as the first green shoot pushing through winter soil. But undeniably alive.It wasn’t the wildfire crash of the mate-bond when it had first snapped into place—no thunder, no possessive roar. This was quieter, deeper. A steady, insistent hum beneath the gold of our connection. Like embers carefully banked beneath a
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Our Pup. Taehyung’s POV The full moon's light spilled across the packlands like molten silver, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering flames of the communal fires. It was a night for oaths, not the rigid, fear-laced rituals of James's era, but something reborn—voluntary, vibrant, a tapestry woven from the voices of every wolf under our banner. Weeks had passed since the gorge hunt, each day layering strength upon the last: River Clan envoys had become regular visitors, their water-slick scouts sharing techniques for navigating flooded terrains, while our betas taught them cliff-scaling holds that turned sheer drops into defensible perches. The captured rogues' confessions had unraveled the final threads of James's web—no grand conspiracy, just desperate holdouts now scattered or culled, their hidden caches of silver and maps claimed for our vaults.But tonight, under the moon's watchful eye, we solidified it all.The central grounds buzzed with anticipation, transformed into a
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Scream for me, love.Taehyung’s POV "Claim me, Alpha—hard, unyielding, like the legends we'll become." No words could contain the fire she ignited in me—raw, primal, a blaze that consumed every shadow of doubt and fatigue from the night's labors. Clara's plea hung in the air like a siren's call, her gray eyes storm-dark and hungry, reflecting the moonlight on the river's restless surface in fractured silver shards. The bond between us exploded in shared heat, gold threads pulsing through my veins like liquid fire, her desire crashing into mine until there was no separation, only us—mates, equals, legends in the making under the indifferent gaze of the stars. "Here, then," I growled low against her throat, voice rough with need, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her pulse thrummed wild and erratic under my lips, a frantic drumbeat echoing my own heartbeat. The boulder behind her was smooth and sun-warmed from the day's lingering heat, a perfect altar for this claiming, its surface etched fain
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Claim me. Taehyung’s POV The howls lingered in the night air like a living echo, soft and unified, weaving through the stars as if the moon herself approved of our fragile new beginnings. Mugs clinked in the firelight, ale spilling in merry drops onto the earth, sealing the toast with the scent of fermented grains and shared resolve. Lira's envoys mingled freely now, their river-slick furs brushing against our cliff-hardened pelts, laughter bubbling up as stories crossed clan lines—tales of legendary swims through raging torrents, countered by our accounts of scaling sheer rock faces under storm-lashed skies. The pack's bond thrummed with a tentative expansion, faint tendrils reaching toward these water kin, testing the waters of trust we'd just pledged to navigate together.Clara remained at the heart of it, her presence a steady flame drawing wolves like moths—omegas sharing hushed confidences about healing herbs, betas debating patrol rotations with newfound openness, pups scampering arou
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Bless you, luna.Taehyung’s POV The valley answered before the world did, its response a subtle symphony of renewal that whispered through the packlands like an ancient promise fulfilled. By late afternoon, the land itself seemed to settle into the new order—the brisk wind sweeping down from the jagged cliffs, smoothing the scattered ash from last night's pyres into the fertile soil, enriching it rather than scarring it further. Birds, those wary harbingers of change, dared to return to the upper branches of the ancient oaks, their songs trilling tentative melodies that intertwined with the distant rush of the river, carrying sounds of life instead of the oppressive silence that had lingered like a shroud for too long. I'd learned long ago, through moons of leading this pack through skirmishes and scarcities, that territories listened. They remembered cruelty, yes—the raids that left dens hollow, the betrayals that poisoned streams—but they also recognized care when it was finally offered without c
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: They'll test us.Taehyung’s POV The wind shifted.It came down from the northern peaks, cold and clean, cutting through the lingering smoke as if the land itself were drawing a deeper breath. Ash lifted, scattered, thinned. The sky widened overhead—vast, indifferent, and yet bearing witness.Change had a sound.Not thunder. Not cheers.It was quieter than that.It was the scrape of boots against stone as patrols rotated. The murmur of wolves speaking openly without checking who listened. The steady rhythm of work done without fear of reprisal.I felt it through the bond like a low, steady drumbeat.Alive.A young beta approached the dais, hesitation clear in the careful way he kept his gaze lowered—not in submission, but in respect newly learned. He carried a ledger bound in rough leather, its pages warped by age and neglect.“Alpha,” he said, then corrected himself with a glance at Clara, “Luna. These were found in James’s quarters. Trial records. Confiscation lists.”My jaw tightened.Clara reached
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
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