BOOK ONE: Tainted By My Stepbrother.

Frederick Ross wasn't the kind of man to give you butterflies when he looked over in your direction. 

He was the kind of man you have been warned to stay away from, the kind of man that was called a devil. Sinfully handsome and dangerously seductive, with eyes that can break your soul and destroy every single moral you think you have.

He was the devil in a tailored suit.. and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. 

My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. 

And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. 

She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick. 

They were rich, but Fredrick owned a business of his own, and who doesn't like a working man? 

My mom and Butch got married during the summer, towards the end of my semester. They left for their honeymoon, leaving me in this gigantic house all by myself. 

Well, I was all by myself until he showed up, wearing an irresistible grin that made the space between my legs throb for attention. 

"Frederico.. what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." I rushed my words, my throat running dry as his intimidating height weighed down on me. 

"I told you, it's Fredrick." A throaty growl escaped his lips as he made his way in, his eyes scanning the large living room like he was searching for something. 

His wonderful and surprisingly seductive scent of cashmere wood, mixed with sweat, wafted through the air as he walked by, and my knees buckled. 

I stared at the man, wondering how anyone could be so perfect. He was built like a warrior, with arms and a chest that I wanted to be held and swayed in. 

His beautiful, wet lips and curly hair left me feeling mesmerized, completely weak and defenseless. I have masturbated to the thoughts of him since the first time I set my eyes on him, but I kept my desire a secret because he was supposed to be family.

"Tell me, did my father say anything before he left?" His sudden question snapped me out of my thoughts, and I subconsciously squeezed by thighs together, hiding my heated cheeks.

"Something like what?" I finally closed the door and walked over to him. 

"I need some important documents from him, I called him and he said you knew where they were." He answered, his voice like velvet wrapped in steel, causing my heart to dip severally. 

"Oh, that." I palmed my hair, briskly walking over the the cabinet near the living room bar. 

His eyes followed me, I could feel the heat of the gaze and I almost missed my step because of it. 

I couldn't help but wonder, was he checking me out? 

"Here." I pulled out a file from the cabinet and stretched it out to him. 

His rigid face softened instantly. "Ah..! Thank goodness. I need this for some important work." He nodded.

"Will that be all?" I asked and his gaze met mine in a confused blink. 

"Are you asking me out of my father's house, stepsister?" His voice dipped so low, so fucking low that my cunt dropped from ecstacy. 

"N.. no. It's not that, I just.. I.." I couldn't help but stammer, my stomach tying into knots as his gaze travelled down to my body. 

I saw him gulp when he stared at my chest, and that was when I remembered that I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the soft fabric of my night dress. 

I wanted to cover up immediately, wrap my hands around my chest and turn away from him. But I let my curiosity take the lead. 

"You can stay for as long as you want, it's your father's house." I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. 

He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. 

His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. 

Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer. 

Did I leave out that part? My bad. 

"You know you're a bad little girl, Elena." He stopped, only inches away, and I snapped my head up to meet his gaze.

"Look at you, wearing this flimsy dress with no underwear, and your nipples poking out. You're trying to tempt me, aren't you?" He swallowed again. 

"Why would I do that?" I asked boldly, pushing forward. "We are step siblings, and fucking each other should be the very last thing we should think about." 

I bit the inside of my cheek as I said that, trying to ignore the strong pull of my body towards his. Gosh!

"Elena," he raised my chin with the tip of his index finger, his other hand sneaking around my waist before I could even protest, pulling me close enough to feel his erect cock against my groin. 

I lost it, my knees weakened, and I wanted nothing more but to be stripped and claimed by this devil. 

"Yes?" I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. 

"Fucking you is all I think about." 

My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. 

"Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."