5 — HER STEP BROTHER…

ASTRID

An hour has passed since I received Dr. Graham’s call.

Once again, I’ve been rendered speechless and numb.

A part of me is grateful that I left a horrible marriage without bringing a baby to the mix and a greater part of me grieves the loss of something I never had.

But one thing that call did was give me extra motivation to go out and get wasted tonight. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find someone who will fuck me six ways to Sunday and make me forget my sorrows for a little while.

Thankfully, Gemini agreed to go with me to the club tonight. I will no longer sit all alone in my house and drown in depression. My ex-husband is out and about living his best life with my ex-sister after they ruined my life.

It’s high time I started living my own life.

Maybe, just maybe, I’d get to meet my anonymous man tonight.

***

SILVAN ROURKE

“Sir, your special guest is here.”

My pulse rate doubles with barely restrained excitement as I get to my feet and make my way to the balcony.

It’s been years since the predator in me awakened, years since I craved anything or anyone with such fiery intensity.

I left New York City after she got married to that bastard and tried my best to forget about her, but images of Astrid’s lithe body and those bewitching grey eyes haunted my dreams and even my waking moments for three hellish years.

I returned to New York City a week ago and was determined to stay out of her way, but when my father asked me to accompany them to Astrid and Nathan’s anniversary party, the demon in me awakened and I could not refuse.

When I saw her again, clad in that tight red dress three days ago, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away for long.

I don’t care if I have to play dirty. I don’t give a shit if this thing that I feel for her is forbidden. I’m only certain of one thing — Astrid Reyes will sleep in my bed tonight, and I cannot wait to devour her whole.

My feelings for Astrid ignited when my father brought her to my office three years ago to introduce us as step-siblings for the first time.

My father got married to Catrina just six months after my mother died. Together, they adopted Astrid as a media stunt to make up for Kane’s drunk driving mistakes.

I wanted a taste of her the first time I saw her. She seemed so shy, so painfully naive. But I saw beneath her fake smiles and jerky movements. I saw a young woman who was just as traumatized as I was; who carried as many dark, bitter secrets as I did.

For years, I stood by the side and watched my father and his wife treat her like dirt. I never interfered…but not anymore.

Finally, she’s divorced and free from Nathan’s shackles.

Finally, she will be mine. All mine.

Femme Fatale is packed to the rafters tonight but the moment Astrid walks in, the crowd fades into the background and she sticks out like a shiny new penny.

Something sharp twists in my chest and blood rushes to my cock as I drink her in like a starved man. God only knows how many nights I’ve dreamt of grabbing that long auburn hair while fucking her silly from behind.

Her makeup is smoky around the eyes, giving her the look of a high class dominatrix. Then her outfit…it takes a special kind of self control to stop myself from growling.

Her black leather dress is so obscenely short, I catch a peek of her smooth ass cheeks as she walks to the bar below. Coupled with fishnet tights and six inch stilettos, she’s a walking wet dream. My walking wet dream.

Even with the furry rabbit mask that covers her face, I recognize her immediately. Who am I kidding? I would recognize Astrid even in the dark.

The lust in my veins suddenly morphs into anger when I notice a man walking closely behind her. He touches her waist and leans forward to whisper something in her ear. A crimson shadow darkens my vision when Astrid throws her head back and laughs at something he says.

Did she bring a man to my club? You have no idea what you’ve just done, little devil.

“Stefan?!”

“Yes, boss.”

“The man behind my guest, I don’t care how you do it but I need him out of my club right now…”