Claimed and Rejected

Jade's POV 

Knight devours me with a hunger that terrifies and lights me on fire. 

It's nothing like I've ever felt. It's raw. It's hot. It's demanding. 

I moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine, electrifying my nerve ends. It's mind-numbing good until he rips his mouth away and lasers me with those brown eyes. 

My mouth goes dry as I watch him with half-lidded eyes. My nipples pebble under his hot gaze, heart about to explode from beating so hard and fast. 

Did I do something wrong? 

“I-I’m..”

“Fuck, Jade.” He leans into my neck and draws a deep sniff. My heart swoops into my stomach. “You smell so good.” His wet lips move lightly across my earlobe, sending nasty shivers racing through my veins. “I want to eat you right here.”

His breath lingers on my neck for a moment or two. “But I probably shouldn't, hmm?” His fingers tighten around my throat. Squeezing hard enough to cut my airflow. 

But God…I love it. My body tingles as he leans in for another kiss. I meet him with desperate hunger. My nails clawing down his back as our lips meld in fervent thirst. 

My head is reeling with delirious pleasure as his fingers glide over my stomach and tug at my lace panties. 

My pussy spasms and twitches between my legs. The throb is almost unbearable. When his thick finger eventually slides inside me, a moan tears from deep in my throat. 

“Goddess, look how wet you are for me,” he croons in my ear as his finger moves inside me, teasing and fucking me senseless. 

My eyes roll back in my head and I bite my lower lip. He lowers his head and lifts the lace bra with his teeth. Then he's on my nipples like a hungry beast. Lashing and sucking and biting. 

“Knight, fuck..” I cry as he flicks his tongue against me between gentle and hard strokes. 

He slides another finger inside my wetness and fucks me twice as hard. 

In the next instant, just when an explosion is close, he withdraws his fingers and pushes me against the bed. Then he stares down at me with a heartbreaking wonder in his eyes. 

No one’s ever looked at me like that. Not Dexter. Not my father.  

Silently, Knight reaches up and takes off his glasses. Then his hand moves to the waist of his pants, and my eyes catch the bulge there for the first time. 

I swallow hard as he tugs his pants down and his cock springs free. He's big and beautifully veined. Big enough to rip me apart, but I want him. 

“The moment you kissed me,” he speaks in a gruff voice as he leans over me, thick arms pressing into the bed on both sides, “you awoke something in me, Jade. I've been wanting to claim you ever since.” His eyes darken as they roam my body. “Nothing is going to stop me now.”

He rips the panties off and rubs his thick head against my wetness in teasing circles. The sensation is incredible and mind-blowing. My veins snap with electric passion. 

“Look at me, Jade.”

My head snaps up at the command and I stare into my stepbrother’s heated gaze. In the next second, he takes me with one hard thrust, burying himself balls deep inside my wetness. 

Pain rips through me only for an instant before pleasure spills across every part of me. My eyes roll back in my head as he pulls out again and drives in slowly, watching his cock disappear inch by inch inside me. 

“All mine,” he growls in a low voice, “this pussy is all mine. This pussy is—ugh, fuck! So tight, Jade. So wet for me.” The wonder returns in his eyes as they roam my face. “Made for me.”

He grabs my waist and slams in harder. His thrusts climb to a tempo that has me spilling embarrassing moans without control. My fingers roam his back and pull at his hair. His mouth devours every other part of my body. My nipples. My neck. My mouth. 

I'm breathless with pleasure. The sensation is building to a blinding level as he keeps slamming into my pussy, spilling filthy nothings in my ear. 

“Good girl. Take my cock so well. It's yours. Fuckkk. Come for me, Jade,” he commands as he reaches between us and rubs my clit. The filthiness of it all sends me tumbling over the edge. 

I crash with a scream that echoes across the room and down the hallway. 

“Mine,” Knight whispers in my ear before he comes crashing right after me, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside me. I tremble from the intensity of both orgasms, my arms falling limp.

When it's over, we both lie there, breathing hard. Long moments of silence later, Knight rolls off me and rises from the bed. 

“Hey.” I flash him a sated smile, “that was good. Wanna do it again sometime?”

Something terrifying happens next. My charming stepbrother is replaced by a scowling monster. 

“This was a mistake, Jade. Shouldn't have happened.” He turns his back on me and pulls on his pants. 

I bolt right up, my heart slamming into my ribcage. What in the post-nut clarity is he spilling?

“What?” A nervous chuckle tumbles from my lips. “You’re joking, right? You just gave me a taste of—”

“It's not happening again.” He heaves a sigh and runs his fingers through his thick hair. “Listen, I reject you, Jade Morningstar. You’ll get to understand why, one day.” 

He throws the door open with a scowl that cuts deeper into my bones. “Now, leave.”

√√√

It's been two weeks since my stepbrother claimed and rejected me. 

And I still don't understand what it means to be rejected by your hot stepbrother right after he fucks you like a beast. 

He's been ignoring me ever since, acting like we did not exist in the same house. But that's the least of my problems. 

Our reckless, abominable act is the real problem. The result of it, even worse.  

I missed all the signs. The frequent nausea. The dizziness at work. A late period. Until a bad throw up led me to the hospital and it was discovered that I was a week pregnant.

I've been torn between several worlds ever since. Keeping it and enduring the shame? Discarding it? Speaking to Knight about it? 

The last option had died the night he came home with a slender blonde and introduced her as his fiancée. The sophisticated Camille Graves of the wealthiest family in North America. 

It dawned on me so hard. My stepbrother used and dumped me. Just like Dexter. Just like everyone else. 

I’m sitting at my desk at work, locked deep in thought, rotting in regret, when I feel something cold slide down my hair and face in rivulets. My lips catch a drop, and I taste coffee. 

Laughter erupts behind me, and I jump to my feet. 

James Hardy, the nasty manager of Morningstar holdings, stands there with a smirk. He tosses the empty coffee cup at my feet. “How many times do I tell you not to fetch my coffee cold?”

My eyes smart furiously as I stare at the mess. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hardy, but I fetched your coffee hot.”

Who would believe that an heiress like me could be shat on like this? It’s what my father allowed. It’s what he deflated me to. An intern who’s worth nothing, not even an ounce of respect. 

But I'm so tired of it all. I turn to leave for the restroom when Mr. Hardy grabs me roughly. 

“Get on the floor and wipe this mess, Ms. Morningstar.”

Snickers rise behind me and my cheeks flame hot with rage. I snatch my wrist free. “Wipe it yourself, Mr. Hardy. It's your mess.”

The slap comes faster than anticipated. It knocks me a few steps back from the furious manager. “Is this how you reward the chairman’s effort to put you through leadership training?” 

I scoff in disbelief as the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I’m about to respond, when my eyes catch a tall, familiar figure standing just outside the sales department, watching the scene unfold. 

My breath catches in my throat as my gaze collides against Knight’s. For a split second, I wish he'd come in here and defend me. But another moment ticks by and he hasn't moved. 

Mr. Hardy grabs my shirt and shoves me to the ground. “Get to work, come on.”

My eyes sting with tears. My fists curl at my sides. I'm fully prepared to lash out when a cold voice rings from behind me. 

“Let the girl go.”

The air falls silent. Mr. Hardy’s hand immediately drops from my shirt.

I turn to find a pair of striking, unnatural red eyes blazing into me. 

The man that stands there is as beautiful and imposing as dark angels come. Everything about him screams gentle, but I could see the smoke of morally gray fire burning in those eyes. 

He steps forward and flashes me a small smile. “Jade Morningstar, correct?” 

I swallow a lump and nod slowly, captivated. 

Then, he leans forward and says in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I have a marriage proposal for you.”