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My back hit against the hallway wall so hard a picture frame fell beside my head. Ryanâs big hand gripped my mouth tightly before I could even gasp. His eyes were wild, dark with that dangerous hunger I knew too well. His other hand was already pulling my loose shorts down my thighs, fingers rough as they shoved between my legs.
âQuiet,â he muttered darkly against my ear, breath burning my skin. âTheyâre right downstairs. You want Mom to hear how wet your pussy gets for your stepbrother?â
I shook my head fast, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. But my body was a traitor. My thighs parted wider on their own as two of his thick fingers pushed deep inside me without any gentleness. I was soaked, embarrassingly wet, and the wet sound as he pumped them in and out made my face burn with shame and excitement.
This was crazy and completely insane.
Our parents had come back early from their fancy anniversary dinner. We heard the front door open when Ryan already had me bent over the couch downstairs. We barely made it up here before their faint voices echoed up from the living room, talking and laughing like normal.
Now here I was, pinned against the wall in the upstairs hallway, shorts around my ankles, stepbrotherâs fingers buried deep inside my dripping cunt while our parents were just one floor below.
Ryan pulled his fingers out suddenly, turned me around like I weighed nothing, and bent me over the narrow decorative table against the wall. My breasts pressed hard against the cold wood through my thin tank top. My nipples were hard as rock, aching. I heard his zipper go down, then the heavy, thick sound of his hard cock slapping against my bare ass.
âRyan⌠pleaseâŚâ I whispered, voice shaking.
âPlease what?â he breathed, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down my slippery pussy.
âPlease stop? Or please fuck you harder than last time?â
Before I could answer, he thrust forward. One long, powerful stroke and he buried every inch inside me. I bit my lip until it hurt, fighting back the loud moan that wanted to escape out of my throat. He was so big, stretching me open, filling me completely. The sudden fullness made my eyes water and my toes curl.
He didnât wait. He started pounding me right there, hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. The table creaked under me. My juices were running down my thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking me echoed way too loud in the quiet hallway.
âFuck, Sophie,â he moaned quietly, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. âThis tight little pussy always sucks me in like it missed me. You were made for my cock. My dirty little stepsister.â
I gripped the edges of the table, knuckles turning white. Every deep stroke hit that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure shooting up my spine. I hated how good it felt. I hated how much I needed this. We swore after the first time last summer that it would never happen again. We are a family now. It was wrong and forbidden.
But the moment we were alone in the house tonight, all it took was one look and we were all over each other like animals.
Ryan reached around and found my swollen clit. His fingers rubbed it in fast, tight circles while he kept fucking me from behind. My legs started shaking. I was close already, embarrassingly close.
Downstairs, Momâs laugh sounded out clearly, followed by my stepdadâs deep voice saying something about the movie they watched. They sounded so normal.
The risk made everything hotter. My pussy tightened hard around Ryanâs thick cock.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, voice rough. âCum on your stepbrotherâs dick while theyâre right downstairs. Be a good girl and lower your voice.â
I couldnât stay quiet. The orgasm crashed into me like a wave. My whole body tensed up, walls aching and tightening around him as pleasure ripped through me. A broken moan escaped against his hand. Ryan quickly pressed his palm tighter over my mouth, muffling the sound while he fucked me through it, harder, faster, chasing his own release.
âSuch a naughty fucking slut,â he hissed in my ear. âGonna fill this pussy up. Pump you full until itâs dripping down your legs. Maybe Iâll breed you right here. Put a baby in my stepsister while Mom and Dad are watching TV.â
The dirty words sent another forbidden rush through me. My pussy tingled again. I shouldnât have loved it when he talked like that. But God, I did. The thought of him cumming deep inside me, risking everything, made me dizzy with lust.
His thrusts became wild, deeper, more desperate. I felt his cock get even bigger inside me. He was right there on the edge.
Then we both froze.
Footsteps on the stairs.
âSophie? Ryan? Are you two home?â Momâs voice, cheerful, getting closer with every step.
My heart nearly exploded. Ryan was still buried deep inside me, his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum into my pussy. He didnât pull out. Instead, he pressed me harder down against the table, one hand still covering my mouth, the other gripping my hip possessively.
He slowly rolled his hips, grinding his cock against my sensitive walls, teasing me, torturing me. Keeping me right on the edge even as terror flooded my veins.
âAnswer her,â he whispered, voice dark and commanding.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. My voice came out shaky. âY-yeah, Mom! Weâre upstairs⌠just⌠watching something.â
Ryan chose that exact second to give one small, dirty thrust. His cock pressed against my g-spot perfectly. My eyes rolled back and I had to bite my tongue to stop from moaning.
âOkay, sweetie! We brought cake from that fancy place you like!â Mom called back. Her footsteps paused on the landing, only a few steps away from the hallway where her son was buried inside her daughter.
Ryanâs breath was hot and ragged against the back of my neck. He kept grinding slowly, his thick cock moving in tiny circles inside me, rubbing every sensitive part. His free hand slid down again and started playing with my clit, slow and mean, forcing me toward another orgasm while my mom stood so close.
I was going to cum again. With my stepbrotherâs dick inside me and my mother less than fifteen feet away.
This was our filthy secret. The one we swore weâd bury forever.
But right now, with Ryanâs cock ramming deep in my pussy and the terrifying thrill of getting caught making my blood run hot, I didnât want to stop. I wanted him to fuck me harder and roughly. I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted everything.
The footsteps started moving again, but this time toward the kitchen instead of coming down the hall. We had a small window.
Ryan pulled his hand off my mouth just enough to let me breathe. âYouâre mine, Sophie,â he growled quietly. âThis pussy is mine. Say it.â
âIâm yours,â I whispered, voice trembling with need and fear and pure lust.
He pulled back slowly until just the head of his cock was inside me, then slammed back in hard. The table shook. I had to cover my own mouth this time.
We were playing with fire. And neither of us wanted to put it out.
Chapter 3Rhys entered code 4419 and took the stairs to the blacked-out third floor. The corridor was quiet. Vesper opened the door before he knocked. She stood barefoot in a black shirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs, the marks from the warehouse still visible on her throat and hips. She looked at the fresh split on his knuckle and the older bruise on his neck, then stepped aside.âYou came,â she said.âYou left the code.ââI left the code because I was finished chasing you through stairwells and empty buildings.â Vesper closed the door and locked it. âTonight you walk into my space. That means you take what I give and you give it back harder. If that is a problem, leave now.âRhys stayed where he was. âIt is not a problem.âShe moved first. Vesper shoved him back against the door hard enough to rattle the frame and dragged his shirt open. Buttons scattered. She bit the unmarked side of his neck while her hand shoved down the front of his trousers and closed around his co
Chapter 2âYou left bruises. I left deeper ones. Come to the warehouse if you want to see which of us breaks first.âRhys arrived at the Mercer warehouse at midnight with the marks from the stairwell still dark on his neck. The side door was unlocked. Inside, the space was wide, concrete-floored, and lit by a single hanging bulb that left most of the room in shadow. Vesper stood near a steel support column, already waiting, the same restless balance in her stance that she had carried on the rooftop and in the stairwell.âYou came,â she said.âYou left the door open again.ââI wanted to see if you would walk through it.â She pushed off the column and closed the distance. âLast night was a test but tonight I am not testing.âRhys looked at the fresh scrape along her knuckles and the faint bruise at the corner of her mouth that had not been there when she left him. âYou found another fight.ââI found a way to stay warm until you showed up.â Vesper stopped in front of him. âTake your shir
Chapter 1âYou fight like you want someone to make it hurt. Lucky for you, so do I.âVesperâs voice reached Rhys in the concrete stairwell two floors below the emptied rooftop. The last of the crowd had already spilled into the street. Blood still marked the split at the corner of his mouth from the final round. She stood one landing above him, knuckles scraped, the same restless energy she had carried through the entire fight still visible in the way she held herself.Rhys wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. âYou followed me.ââYou left the door open. That is not the same as being followed.â Vesper descended until she stood on the same step. âI put money on you and you won. Now I want the part of the fight you were holding back.ââYou do not know what you are asking for.ââI am asking you to stop pretending the only place you know how to be rough is inside a circle of strangers.â She stepped closer. âI will give it back. That is the only condition.âRhys looked at her for a lo
Chapter 3âNo book this time. You will do what I say until I am finished with you, and then you will tell me whether the reality was worth the search.âSera stood in the center of her apartment when Dorian entered. No paperback waited on the table, no cuffs or silk tie. The lamp was the only light. She had left the door unlocked again, he closed it behind him and waited.âConfirm the terms,â she said.âI will do what you say until you are finished. I will not come until you allow it. When you are finished I will answer your question.ââStrip and stand in the middle of the room. Hands at your sides.âDorian undressed and took the position. Sera circled him once, slow, assessing. Then she stepped in close, gripped his cock in a dry fist, and stroked him from root to tip with exact, unhurried pressure until he was fully hard. She released him just as his breathing changed.âOn your knees. Your mouth open.âHe knelt. Sera lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear aside, and stepped forward u
Chapter 2âPage one hundred and forty-two. You said you wanted accuracy. Get on the bed and prove you can follow directions.âSera spoke without looking up from the open paperback. Dorian stood just inside the door of her apartment, the same hour as the previous night. She had left it unlocked. The lamp was the only light. On the table beside the book sat a pair of soft leather cuffs and a black silk tie.âYou came back,â she said, finally raising her eyes. âThat means you accepted the condition. You do not come tonight until I decide the scene is finished. Confirm it.ââI will not come until you decide the scene is finished.ââGood. Now strip and lie on your back. Arms above your head.âDorian undressed and positioned himself as instructed. Sera rose, cuffed each wrist to the opposite corner of the headboard, and checked the fit with two fingers. The silk tie went around his eyes. The world narrowed to sound and touch.âYou spent two years imagining the women in my books,â she said,
Chapter 1âYou found me. Congratulations. Now tell me whether you came to discuss literature or whether you came to be told what to do.âSera Quinn spoke from the doorway of her apartment without inviting him in. Dorian Hale stood in the hall holding a worn paperback of her first book, the spine broken from repeated reading. He had spent two years tracking the anonymous author behind the work. He had not expected the woman who opened the door to look so ordinary or to sound so unsurprised.âI came because the scenes are too specific to be pure invention,â he said. âI want to know how much of it you lived.ââMost people who want that answer try blackmail or praise but you brought the book.â Sera stepped aside. âCome in. Leave the flattery in the hall.âDorian entered. The apartment was small, orderly, and lit by a single floor lamp. Sera closed the door, took the paperback from his hand, and set it on the table without opening it.âHere are my terms,â she said. âThree nights. You do e
đŚChapter 1đŚThe bedroom door swung open without a knock. Jake stood there, frozen, keys still in his hand from practice. His eyes locked onto the bed where his stepmom, Laura, lay with her legs spread wide. Her night gown was pushed up to her waist. One hand pinched her hard nipple while the othe
đChapter 3đRyanâs cock was still buried deep inside me. We both froze, staring at each other in the bathroom mirror. Momâs voice came again from right outside the door, soft but clear.âSophie? Honey, are you okay? I need the lotion from the cabinet. My hands are so dry from that cake.âMy heart
đChapter 2đRyan didnât waste the small chance we had. The second Momâs footsteps faded toward the kitchen, he pulled out of me just long enough to turn me around and lift me onto the hallway table. My ass cheeks sat right on the edge, legs spread wide around his hips. He looked at me with those
đŚChapter 2đŚThe car door slammed outside. Lauraâs eyes went wide with terror. Jake was still on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, cum leaking out around him onto the sheets. Her heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy.âGet off me,â she whispered urgently. âThatâs your father. Oh Go







