On Your Knees, Stepsister

LYLAHHe's my enemy, the bane of my existence, and the boy who tortured me from kindergarten to university. Everywhere I went, he followed, stealing my first position and every damned prize from me. At home, it was still the same. My mum loved him more than she loved me. He basked in all the attention he got from our parents until I couldn't have it anymore. After our parents died in an accident during my last year at university, I left home, completed my studies and started my business from scratch. I wanted to show the world I could do everything my stepbrother has ever done. Most importantly, I wanted to escape being regarded as his shadow and the second best. Following in my footsteps, he also established his business, first as my rival, before he joined the underground world. I knew all about that because I always kept tabs on him. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.I needed to know his movements so I could always be ahead of him, and it helped me. I succeeded fo

His words didn't sit well with me. “Did you ask George to do this?” I narrowed my eyes, thinking of that. It was the first time I had had such thoughts, and it didn't sound like it was a lie.He drew back like a struck cobra, his eyes blazing in anger. “Do you think I would stoop that low?” His voice had an underlying hint of hurt in it, but I knew it was just there to fool me.“For a shameless man like you, that sounds exactly like something you would do.”“I didn't.” He shook his head, rubbed his temple, and exhaled. “George is one hell of a motherfucker. We aren't even that close. That bastard's always getting on my damned nerves. Of course, I won't fucking do business with him. If there's one thing I want, it's to get him out of business." “Really?”“Trust me on this, Lylah. I have never lied to you.”Those words shouldn't get to me, shouldn't make me feel something, but they did. Kaelin was getting to me, just like he did back then, when I trusted him, only for him to snatch eve

LYLAHI hate him. With every fibre of my being. Before this, if my hatred for him was at 90%, it had gone beyond 100. Kaelin is a douche, one I wouldn't mind slapping the smug look away from his face, but I knew he was right. Thinking back to the threat messages I got, I knew George wasn't playing. All this because I refused to have sex with him.And now, I was about to be another man's sex toy, so I could fight off the other one who wanted to have sex with me.Oh, the irony of life.It was laughable. However, I knew Kaelin was the best bet. Despite being a devil and always seeking ways to torment me, he was the safer bet.The devil you know is better than the angel you don't.At least, I know much about him. Despite all the things he had done since we were kids, he hadn't physically hurt me.For a moment, he watched me, like he was frozen in shock, unable to react fast before he blinked and the expression was gone.Smirking, he walked back to his table and leaned on it with his arms

LYLAHI closed my eyes tightly, imagining I was in a nightmare, albeit a very long one. However, when I opened my eyes, reality stared back at me. Kaelin's grey eyes were on my body. His lips lifted in a knowing smirk. “Were you always this cocky, or did you pick it up when you joined the dark world?” My voice carried the steel I wanted it to, enough to let him know how I feel about him. He tilted his head to the side and smiled, still looking down at me. “You never noticed me.” When he spoke, his voice was low, almost to a whisper. For a moment, he looked sad, but the expression was so fleeting I figured I imagined it.Kaelin doesn't feel sad. It wasn't an emotion found in his dictionary. Narcissism and cockiness, you can find. “Can we get this done?” I demanded, reminding him of why I was with him, kneeling like a damned slut, naked. Thinking about it, I became self-conscious. I was the only one bare, while Kaelin was still clothed.He smirked, reached out to touch my cheek, bu

“As if I will let you.” I looked towards the door, and that was the mistake I made. Before I could turn to look at him, he was on me, holding me tight. “Let me go!” I struggled as he held my hands behind me, forcing me forward until he pushed me down to the table, spreading my legs with his thighs. “Let me go!” I screamed, trying to fight him, but he was stronger, his hold was tight. “Fuck you!” I growled. “Oh, I will do that, stepsis, and more. But for now, we need to train your dirty mouth. You need to learn who your master is and always do what I want.”“As if I will. If you ever let me go, I will stab you!” I threatened, meaning every word. I would do that, stab him to death and watch him die, the fire leaving his eyes. “Think about yourself now, stepsis.” He shoved my head hard on the table and I groaned, fighting him even though I knew it was futile.He was stronger, had all his muscles. His hand stayed in the middle of my back. Every time I tried to get up, he put me right b