Novels by Scarlett Cyn

DorianSenator Douchebag slams the newspaper down on the table. The photo of Katherine and I facing each other, eyes narrowed and lips turned up in snarls, with our middle fingers almost touching, is preceded by a headline that reads:"HARRISON AND Reed ENGAGED: CHILDREN FACE OFF!"Katherine is across from me, her face chalk white. She doesn't look at me, just stares at the paper like she's completely transfixed. I have the impulse to take out my phone and get a photo of her reaction, but I think that would be pushing it, since the Senator's face is exactly the opposite of ghost-white. It's nearly purple."It's really a flattering angle, though," I say. "For me, anyway. It doesn't do Katherine nearly as much justice." That's not true. In the photo, her teeth are nearly bared and she looks practically feral. I shouldn't be so turned on by that, but I swear as I stand here looking at it, I feel my cock stir. This is probably not the best situation to display a hard-on for Senator Douche

Kate"Good morning, Katherine," Ella says. It's only seven, but I've already been out to my car to grab my bag, and in and out of the shower. There was no sign of Dorian in the bathroom this time, thank God. At least that's something. "Did you sleep well?"I blush, remembering the dream. Nightmare is a better word for it. Did I sleep well? With vivid dreams of Dorian's dick running through my head, followed by the greeting I got in the bathroom this morning? I wonder if I'm ever going to sleep again. It's like my life is turning into some kind of porno. But without the sex, I remind myself. There's going to be no more sex.Even if he has the sweetest looking body I've ever seen, tall and lanky with washboard abs. He's off limits. And not just because he's my new stepbrother...I mean, we're not even related, sure, but I can't even fathom the scandal that would involve...but because it's Dorian. He's the crudest, filthiest, sluttiest guy I've ever met in my life. I have absolutely no bu

KateI drag my fingertips down his torso, following the line between his pecs and brushing across his nipple. He lets out this guttural sound, something animalistic, buried deep in his throat, and it makes the fine hairs on my skin stand on end. It’s raw, predatory, like he’s the hunter and I’m caught in his sights. Except he’s the one stretched out beneath me, and I’m the one on top, thighs framing his body. His cock is exposed, hot against me, and when I grind down along his length, he groans my name.“Kate.”He says it again, rougher this time, and I don’t wait for him to say it again. I guide him inside, my wetness easing the way. The stretch of him fills me, thick and perfect, and I move against him, fucking him, my body remembering the rhythm like it’s second nature. It feels like something I’ve done countless times before, yet sharper, more consuming, better than that first reckless time could ever compare.His hands trail upward from my waist, sliding until they cup my breasts

DorianAll I can think is I’m about to nail the most off-limits, most bottled-up girl on the planet. Feels like I just won the fucking jackpot.The second my lips crash against hers, it’s straight-up unreal. I can’t even put into words what she tastes like, only that it’s perfection in liquid form. Then Katherine pulls back just slightly, staring at me.Her eyes burn with disgust. She loathes me. But when she drags me into another kiss...it’s filled with venom and need all at once, like she hates my guts but craves me more than air.It should be nothing but another score. So what if it’s the crown jewel of hook-ups? So what if it’s destined to be the filthiest, most addictive kind of hate-fueled fuck? Right when I’m about to slide inside her, she stiffens and shoots me a look. I’m not stupid. I know exactly what that shit means. I’m not trying to deal with some girl’s first time...virgins get attached, and that’s the last headache I want.Then Kate—yeah, that’s what I called her that

DorianI drag deep on the cigarette, smoke filling my lungs, nicotine buzzing in my veins but doing jack shit to calm the rage swirling in me. I’m out front, propped against the railing along the porch steps, replaying what just went down with Katherine, not with her stiff-ass father or my mother.Whatever circus those two have planned, I couldn’t care less. My mother has had more rings slipped on her finger than I can count—five proposals, three husbands. This isn’t my first rodeo where some uptight asshole in a tailored suit strolls in, shakes my hand, and pretends he’s my brand-new dad.At least this one isn’t cradle-robbing. Before Ella decided CEOs and now apparently politicians were her thing, she went through her rocker stage. That was a wild ride. My favorite disaster was the wannabe twenty-three-year-old she swore she was going to marry. The guy looked seventeen at best, strutting around as lead singer of some bubblegum boy band. The idiot actually had the balls to look me in

KateI’ve never done anything like that before. I can’t believe I snapped. “I—” I stammer. “I…you’re being…such a complete jerk about this!”Dorian touches the side of his face, brows lifting. “Yeah, princess,” he mutters. “Clearly I’m the one acting like a complete bastard.”“Did you know about our parents tying the knot before now?” I press again.“What, before you messaged me begging for a taste of this?” He grips his cock.“I didn’t exactly have to plead,” I bite out, jaw tight. “Pretty sure no one has to twist your wrist to get the dick you pass around like it’s free samples.”“You sure didn’t seem to mind sucking it like it was spun sugar,” he fires back.Heat surges into my cheeks. “That isn’t how I—”“What, Harvard?” he cuts me off. “You going to stand there and tell me you don’t remember wrapping those pretty lips around my cock like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever put in your mouth?”“I won’t even bother a-answering that,” I snap. Still, my face burns hotter, and my lun