Riley Monroe thought she finally had a clue about what really happened to her father—whose mysterious death five years ago had been casually ruled an accident. But before she could dig deeper, her world crashes again. Her mother drops a bombshell: she’s getting remarried… to a billionaire. Riley wants no part of it. Not after everything. But with her mother’s health failing and a heart transplant hanging in the balance, she’s forced to stay silent and smile. Her soon-to-be stepfather, Daven Carter, is the CEO of Cartier Jewelleries—and he's promised to cover all their bills, including the expensive surgery. Feeling cornered and desperate, Riley hatches a secret plan with her friends to escape the Carter mansion before the wedding and after the treatment. But first, she wants to take control of one thing: her virginity. That night, in a haze of tequila and heartbreak, she gives herself to a stranger—and accidentally tells him everything about her escape. Only… he’s no stranger. Killian Carter, the two-faced ruthless, fuckboy and dangerously charming son of Daven Carter, had chosen to have fun with his soon-to-be stepsister before the disclosure of his identity and which led to a steamy night with her. A night he can't get over no matter how many girls he fucked. When he realizes that Riley was still going one with her plan despite his knowledge of it, he crafts another. Getting pregnant for him. That way the wedding will be off no matter what but it was already too late, Daven has seen her moves, her body curves, bouncy tits and he wants to taste them more than anything. The idea was crazy—but to Riley, it might just work. Until it all begins to spiral.
View MoreI was on all fours.He reached forward, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking gently, forcing me to arch as he pounded me from behind, deeper and deeper. Each powerful thrust from his 8-inch, thick, veiny cock sent electric shockwaves through my body, hitting every nerve ending like it had been made just to ruin me.My palms curled against the sheets, knuckles white from the tension. My breath hitched with every slam of his hips."Yes. Fuck me harder. Please, don’t stop," I begged, voice quivering, half-lost in the growing heat blooming in my core. And like he’d heard the hunger in my tone, he picked up the pace, drilling into me with brutal precision.His hands slid down from my waist, one arm anchoring me steady while the other slipped between my thighs. His fingers found my clit like he had a map to my body, circling it tight and fast, unrelenting.The pressure was blinding—so perfect I couldn’t think straight."Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna—"Suddenly, he stopped.My words cau
Found him. The sexy one.“So,” I said once the burn in my throat had stopped clawing, voice silky and smug, “what’s with the Wall Street cosplay? Did Mom try auctioning you off to the highest bidder at dinner?”There's no way I'm making it easy for him. He laughed, very cool and unbothered. Like I’d handed him a compliment.“My parents are divorced. Just me and Dad now.”That landed.My eyes widened, but his didn’t. In fact, there was a smirk on his lips—like he was talking about the weather, not a broken home.If I wasn’t so sure he was aiming for my panties, I would’ve hugged him and told him it was alright. Our stories weren’t too different. But the way he said it—so casually, like it wasn't the first time it was happening. I bit the inside of my cheek. His eyes steady on mine, like he could tell I was hiding something too.I shrugged, trying hard not to show I cared. "So... does dad know you're here?”He stepped in, just a little closer. “He sent me.”My stomach twisted. His e
The music blasted in my ears, the kind that made my brain rattle in my skull. The flashing disco lights stung my eyes like they were trying to steal what little vision I had left. I stayed tucked into a shadowed corner of the club, far from the dance floor, eyes pinned on the entrance, waiting for my bait.She was late. Or maybe I was too early. Either way, my patience was already thinning and I wasn’t exactly born with much to begin with.A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I glanced down at my phone for what had to be the hundredth time. Her picture stared back at me; long braids, dark skin, curves carved like sin. Not my usual type, but I’d make an exception just for tonight at least a pay for going through this mess. Thank God I didn’t fight Dad too hard on the remarriage. How would I have known I’d be gifted with this? The universe really does reward the patient… or at least the privileged.“She's going to be your stepsister,” I muttered under my breath, biting my lower
The living room was small but warm, the kind of space that smelled faintly of vanilla-scented candles and old devotion. I wiped my tears with the back of my palm steadying myself on the worn out couch that had barely survived our late night gossip, movie marathon, and too many spilled drinks to count as I continued my story. Vivian, my best friend and unofficial therapist, pulled me into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around me like a security blanket as she caught the defeated look on my face. “Awwn, I’m so sorry, hun,” she whispered, brushing my hair back. “Your mom’s drowning and grabbing whatever she can to keep you both above water. I doubt she actually wants this for you.”I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump rising in my throat as I tried to keep my tears at bay. Susan—Vivian’s cousin and our unofficial big sister, sharper-edged friend—rubbed my back in slow, quiet circles, her nails cool against my cotton blouse.“You don’t think I know that?” I turned to face her, my voi
I bit my lower lip as the cold air nipped at my skin. My knuckles throbbed from knocking for the third time.“Is she not home yet?” I muttered, considering whether to crawl through the window—again—when I finally heard the soft shuffle of movement inside.A grin broke across my face. My fingers curled tightly around my phone, barely containing the urge to bounce like I’d been doing all the way home.The door swung open.Even with the dim lights spilling in behind her, I knew.“Mom!” I cried, flinging myself into her arms.A tear slipped down my cheek. Finally, there was hope.But she stood stiff in my embrace, unmoving. She didn’t hug me back.Of course she was shocked. I’d left like I was off to commit murder.“You’re killing me,” she whispered weakly.I pulled back instantly, remembering her fragile heart. My excitement toned down a notch.“You won’t believe this, Mom.” I shut the door behind me and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. “I feel like I just hit the
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