Addicted to My Stepbrother
“Say it. Tell me you want me to fill you up,” Julian muttered darkly, his hand tightening over my mouth as his thick cock stretched me to my absolute limit.
“Please... fill me up,” I cried, helpless against the intense pleasure.
For years, my toxic ex made me feel suffocated by shame over my high sex drive. But when my mother married a ruthless billionaire, I intentionally took a job at his company just to be near Julian Cross my cold, arrogant stepbrother and secret obsession.
I wasn't prepared for how far he’d push me.
After secretly watching me through a two way smart glass wall, the tension snapped past midnight over a spreadsheet mistake. Julian pinned me to the executive conference table, taking me ruthlessly.
Then, an anonymous text flashed on my screen with a photo of us, threatening to destroy everything. With corporate spies and a blackmailer closing in, can our explosive, taboo secret survive the danger or will it tear us both apart?
*Warning* This book contains explicit sexual content, taboo themes, and mature language. Intended for adult readers only.
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Chapter: The old connectionI stared at the name on the report until my eyes burned. Arthur Pendelton was not just a museum assistant. Years ago, long before he ever worked at the Vance Institute, he worked for my late father. After my father passed away, Arthur went to work for his old business partner, Richard Sterling my father old rival.My fingers pressed hard against the edge of the desk. The past was not just creeping back into my life. It was walking right through my studio door.I grabbed my coat, locked the door behind me, and took a taxi straight to the Vance Institute. I did not call ahead. I did not ask for an appointment. I walked past the front lobby, skipped the main elevators, and took the back stairs up to the office floor.Arthur was sitting at a glass desk outside Eleanor Vance's main office, typing on a keyboard. When the heavy stairwell door shut, his head snapped up. His face lost all its color the moment our eyes met."Miss John," Arthur said, standing up so fast his chair rolled bac
Last Updated: 2026-09-07
Chapter: The WarningI stared at the glowing phone screen, my thumb hovering over the blocked number. A cold chill ran down my neck, but I refused to let my hands shake. Whoever sent that message wanted me to panic. They wanted me to pack up my brushes, hide the painting in fear, and run straight to Adrian for help.I turned away from the desk, walked to the closet, and pulled out a clean white sheet. I draped it over the easel, tucking it tightly around the wooden frame until every inch of The Silk Ribbon was hidden. I was not backing down.By eight o'clock the next morning, two police officers were standing in my studio. Officer Hayes, a tall woman with sharp gray eyes and a notebook, checked the lock on my front door while her partner looked at the back window."There's no sign of a break-in, Miss john," Officer Hayes said, clicking her pen. "The door frame isn't damaged and the lock works fine. Are you completely sure you locked up before you left yesterday?""I'm positive," I said, putting two
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Chapter: The painting 2My feet stayed glued to the floor. My whole body went stiff. The silence in the room felt heavy and scary.I swallowed hard, trying to clear my dry throat, and stepped slowly into the room. A floorboard creaked under my boot. I froze and listened, looking toward the small kitchen, the bathroom door, and the dark hallway near my storage closet."Is anyone here?" my voice came out as a quiet whisper.No answer. Only the hum of the fridge and the sound of rain hitting the windows.I dropped my bag onto the couch and picked up a candle holder from the side table. Holding it tight in my right hand, I walked toward the back of the studio. I checked behind the drying racks. Empty. I threw open the bathroom door and flipped on the light. Empty. I opened the storage closet and swung the candle holder in front of me. There were only blank canvases and cans of paint.Whoever had been here was gone.I walked back to the middle of the room and stopped in front of the easel. The painting sat
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Chapter: The paintingThe door handle felt cold in my hand. I turned around slowly, keeping my face calm while my heart beat fast.Director Dupont stood by the window. The evening light made dark shadows across his face. He didn't look like he was making friendly small talk. He looked like he was trying to find a weakness."Why do you ask, Director?" I kept my voice steady, holding my leather bag tight against my side. "No one gets into my studio without my permission. That painting hasn't left the easel.""It's just a simple question, Tamara," Dupont said softly, stepping closer to the long table. "The art world is small. People talk over dinner or inside private galleries.""These aren't just small details, are they?" I took two steps back into the room and stopped trying to leave. "That canvas is covered with a sheet. I haven't even signed it yet. The only way anyone knows what it looks like is if they stood right in front of it or if someone told them."Eleanor Vance leaned forward on the table. "
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Chapter: let's seal the dealThe glass conference room on the top floor of the museum looked out over the city skyline, but I kept my eyes on the table in front of me. Two black folders rested under my hands, my fingers tracing the sharp edges of the paper inside. Across from me sat Director Dupont and his chief curator, Eleanor Vance. A simple nod from either of them could make or break an artist's career."Your recent show caught our attention, Tamara," Director Dupont said, leaning back in his chair and resting his chin on his hands. "The emotion in your brushwork shows a lot of skill for an artist your age.""Thank you, Director Dupont," I said, keeping my back straight and my voice steady, even though my heart was pounding. "I appreciate you taking the time to look at my work."Eleanor flipped through the photos on the table, her fingernail tapping against a picture of my main painting. "It’s rare to find an artist who handles light with such raw energy. It pulls you in." She stopped and looked up at me. "Of
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Chapter: A new beginningHis voice sent a sudden shock through me, but I didn't step back. He moved away just enough to look me in the eye."You're crazy," I said, my chest moving fast. "That's not how this works. You don't just demand someone's heart.""I'm not demanding it," Adrian said calmly. His hand slid from my neck to my shoulder, his thumb pressing gently against my collarbone. "I'm telling you what I want. Keep your walls up, Tamara. Make them higher if it makes you feel safe. But I'm not going anywhere."I pulled away, needing space to cool down. I walked over to the supply shelf and picked up a clean rag just to give my hands something to do. "You're making this into a movie. I don't do big romance. I do my work.""Speaking of your work," Adrian said, leaning against the drafting table. His intense look disappeared, replaced by a calm, practical expression. "The Henri Art Foundation is having its big show next month. They have three open spots."I stopped, holding the rag. "They don't take a
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ADICTA A MI HERMANASTRO
—Dilo. Dime que quieres que te llene —murmuró Julian con voz sombría, apretando su mano sobre mi boca mientras su grueso pene me estiraba hasta el límite.
—Por favor... lléname —grité, impotente ante el intenso placer.
Durante años, mi ex tóxico me hizo sentir asfixiada por la vergüenza de mi alto deseo sexual. Pero cuando mi madre se casó con un multimillonario despiadado, acepté un trabajo en su empresa solo para estar cerca de Julian Cross, mi frío y arrogante hermanastro y obsesión secreta.
No estaba preparada para lo lejos que me llevaría.
Después de observarme en secreto a través de una pared de cristal inteligente bidireccional, la tensión estalló pasada la medianoche por un error en una hoja de cálculo. Julian me acorraló contra la mesa de conferencias ejecutiva y me tomó sin piedad.
Entonces, un mensaje anónimo apareció en mi pantalla con una foto nuestra, amenazando con destruirlo todo. Con espías corporativos y un chantajista pisándonos los talones, ¿podrá nuestro explosivo secreto tabú sobrevivir al peligro o nos destrozará a ambos? *Advertencia* Este libro contiene contenido sexual explícito, temas tabú y lenguaje para adultos. Solo para lectores adultos.
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Chapter: El viejo desconocidoMi pulgar se quedó suspendido sobre el botón de enviar durante diez segundos antes de pulsarlo.Dime dónde, hablemos.La respuesta llegó al instante.Café Verona. Octava y Main. Mediodía. ¿Ya me echas de menos, querido ex?Ese cabrón.Llegué a las once y media. No podía quedarme en mi apartamento ni un minuto más. No con esa foto quemándome la cabeza en el móvil.Cada vez que cerraba los ojos, veía la cara de mi madre. Luego la foto. Yo sentada en el regazo de Julian. La falda subida hasta la mitad de los muslos. Su mano enredada en mi pelo. Mis labios pegados a los suyos.Un gemido ahogado escapó de mi garganta antes de que pudiera reprimirlo.El Café Verona intentaba imitar a la perfección el estilo de las cafeterías de moda. Ladrillo visto, bombillas Edison, olor a café quemado. Libros que nadie leía llenaban las estanterías. Jazz suave bajo el zumbido de los portátiles y charlas triviales sobre vacaciones y fechas límite.Todo se sentía dolorosamente normal. Elegí una mesa cerca
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Chapter: La mañana siguienteThe photo remained on my phone screen like a grenade with the pin off.In it, the dark glass behind us reflected Julian and me. My cheek was pressed against the cold wood as he hugged me.How on earth did he get this? The message underneath said:If you tell anyone, this will reach your mother. Let's talk soon, Tamara.I didn't sleep.Three fifteen. Four twenty. Five eight. The numbers kept changing as he stared at the ceiling.Derek. My mother's face would be contorted with rage the moment she saw the photo. Andrew discovering that his own son had bent me over a conference table. Everything I'd tried to hold together would explode.But Julian... that thought was the one that hurt me the most.Would the photo change anything for him? Or had I been nothing more than a mistake he would bury as soon as things got complicated? I replayed every caress, every glance, every word from that night, searching for something I might have missed.When dawn broke, would he still be the man who had
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Chapter: Todas las reglas que rompimos¿Qué crees que estás haciendo, Tamara? Estamos en la oficina.¿Así que lo que dices es que no lo disfrutas?Estás jugando con fuego. Lo sabes, ¿verdad?Sonreí, mordiéndome el labio. No dijo ni una palabra; cerró la puerta de golpe tras de sí.Los números se desdibujaron ante mis ojos.Llevaba cuarenta y cinco minutos mirando la misma hoja de cálculo. Me ardían los ojos y mi cerebro no me respondía. Julian esperaba la perfección en las proyecciones trimestrales que debía entregar mañana. Lo dejó claro con su habitual tono frío y cortante.Otra vez.Su voz provenía del otro lado de la mesa de conferencias. Levanté la vista. Estaba recostado en su silla, con las mangas remangadas hasta los antebrazos y la corbata suelta. Un mechón de pelo oscuro le caía sobre la frente. No se parecía en nada al impecable director ejecutivo que me había recibido el primer día.¿Perdón?, dije. "La fórmula en la celda F14 está mal. Otra vez." Golpeó la pantalla de su portátil. "No sé cómo has obtenido 1,4
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Chapter: trabajando en su oficinaEl comedor estaba impregnado del aroma a pollo asado, mantequilla y pan caliente. El tintineo de las copas resonaba en la sala. Probé mi comida, sin saborearla realmente.Frente a mí, Julian parecía recién salido de una reunión de negocios. Tenía las mangas remangadas hasta los antebrazos y la corbata suelta, respondiendo a las preguntas de Andrew con una voz grave que me puso los pelos de punta."Entonces", le preguntó Andrew a Julian, "¿cómo va Meridian?"."Muy ocupada. Estamos en expansión y planeamos contratar a algunas personas nuevas en las próximas semanas".Se me aceleró el corazón. Bajé la mirada a mi comida, intentando disimular mi repentino interés, antes de volver a mirar a Julian y aclararme la garganta."De hecho, he estado pensando en buscar un nuevo trabajo".Se produjo un silencio incómodo mientras todos en la mesa me miraban. Andrew arqueó una ceja con curiosidad."¿Ah, sí?", dijo. Asentí levemente. "Me preguntaba si había alguna vacante en Meridian".Un largo y ten
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Chapter: Mi dulce obsesiónLos pasos se detuvieron justo delante de mi puerta.Contuve la respiración.Por un segundo, pensé que la manija giraría.En cambio, mamá gritó a través de la puerta.—¡Tamara! ¿Puedes dejar de hacer tanto ruido? ¡Son las tres de la mañana, por Dios!La habitación estaba impregnada del olor a sexo y vergüenza. Mis muslos estaban pegajosos por mis propios fluidos, mi camiseta de tirantes arrugada y mis dedos aún conservaban la evidencia de lo que acababa de hacer.—Sí, lo entiendo —respondí, con la voz apenas audible—. Lo siento.Me quedé allí tumbada un buen rato, mirando al techo e intentando calmar mi respiración. Todo mi cuerpo seguía temblando de vez en cuando; las últimas oleadas de placer se negaban a abandonarme. El sueño había sido demasiado vívido. Las manos de Julian agarrando mis caderas, su grueso pene abriéndome en su coche, mientras yo lo recibía todo como una puta. En la oscuridad, quité las sábanas destrozadas, las arrugué con rabia y las metí en el cesto de la ropa su
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Chapter: Anhelando su tacto"Tamara."Julian's voice was harsh. He let go of the gearshift and grabbed my knee. I held my breath.He looked at me, desire burning in his blue eyes. "I've been watching you all week, you little vixen. I saw you strutting around this house in those shorts, showing off your firm ass, pretending to bend over so I could see your amazing body teasing my cock. You know what you're doing, don't you, Tam? Walking past my room with your nipples peeking out of your blouse, knowing your stepbrother is jerking off thinking about ruining you.""No." I'm not... I stuttered."Lies." His hand slid up my thigh, rough and greedy, his fingers digging into my smooth skin. "You want this. You've been drooling over your stepbrother's cock all week, haven't you?" He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and yanked them off. My soaking wet pussy was exposed, my fluids already dripping down my thighs. He didn't wait. Two thick fingers plunged inside me, penetrating deeply, opening my tight
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