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Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) Stepbrother 2
She could barely breathe with the way he kissed her, like he was trying to erase every trace of restraint he’d ever held onto. His lips devoured hers. His hands gripped her thighs tight enough to leave marks. She had no idea how long she’d wanted this, but now that it was happening, she didn’t want it to stop. Ever.He broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere across the room. His abs flexed with every breath. Her eyes dropped to the thick line of hair trailing down from his stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his boxers. The bulge beneath was unmistakable. Thick. Hard. Demanding.She licked her lips without thinking.“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, voice rough.“Like what?”“Like you want to get on your knees.”She bit her bottom lip.He grabbed her chin with one hand and tilted her face up to his. “Say it.”Her voice came out breathless. “I want to get on my knees.”He stepped back and pointed to the floor.“Then do it.”She slid off
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) Stepbrother 1
The summer heat clung to her skin as she stepped into the lake house. The door creaked shut behind her, swallowing the sound of crickets. Her duffel bag slipped off her shoulder, landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. She brushed damp hair from her forehead and sighed. The road trip had drained her, and all she wanted was a long shower and a cold drink.What she didn’t expect was him.He was stretched out on the leather couch, bare chest rising and falling, long legs spread wide. His head turned lazily in her direction, one brow lifting as his eyes slid over her like a slow flame. A beer bottle dangled between two fingers, condensation dripping onto his jeans.She froze in the entryway, heart skipping. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I live here,” he said, voice deep, amused. “What are you doing here a day early?”She didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. They both knew this was their parents’ idea. A forced week under the same roof, pretending they were one big happy family. A week
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My brother’s best friend 2
She didn’t sleep.The ache between her thighs throbbed all night, a pulsing reminder of what they did. What she begged for. What he gave. She lay on the couch wrapped in a thin throw, her skin still marked by the weight of his hands. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—shirtless, furious, wild. The sound of his voice. The way he growled her name like it tasted like sin.She touched herself once more before dawn. Just to feel something. Just to pretend it was his hand again.By morning, the sunlight spilling through the blinds was cruel and bright. The air smelled like old smoke and pine. She sat up slowly, her muscles sore, her hair wild around her face.She heard him in the kitchen. The clink of a coffee cup. Cabinets opening and closing. He was acting like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just wrecked her on the couch hours ago.Her bare feet padded across the wooden floor. She didn’t bother putting on a bra. The tank top was thin enough that her nipples pressed visibly agai
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My brother’s best friend 1
The gravel crunched beneath her sandals as she stepped out of the cab, her eyes rising to the familiar sight of the family lake house nestled between trees. The late afternoon sun kissed the wooden panels golden, the air thick with pine and humidity. She hadn’t expected anyone to be here until tomorrow. Her brother was still off at basic training, and the house was supposed to be empty. Quiet. Peaceful.But the moment she rounded the porch, her stomach dipped.He was there.Dean.Her brother’s best friend.Sitting on the porch railing like he owned the place. A cigarette hung lazily between his lips, ash curling at the tip, smoke trailing upward. His dark hair was messier than she remembered. His bare chest glistened with sweat, muscles cut sharp like something sculpted out of stone. He was all lean strength and sun-kissed skin, tattoos coiling over his arms like secrets not meant to be read.She froze, hand tightening on the strap of her bag.He turned his head and met her stare, pau
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My Uncle’s addiction 3
The next morning, he left a note on my nightstand.Wear the black dress. No bra. No panties. Be downstairs by ten. Don’t speak unless I ask you to.My fingers trembled as I read it. The handwriting was sharp, clean. Just like him. There was no name signed, because he didn’t need one. His voice had already carved itself into my thoughts.I stood slowly and peeled off the oversized shirt I had worn to bed. My body still ached from the night before, especially my knees, but the ache only added to the arousal pulsing low in my belly. I didn’t question the instructions. I didn’t hesitate.The dress clung to me like sin, thin and sheer in the light. Every step I took made my breasts sway slightly, the fabric teasing over my nipples until they peaked. Between my thighs, I was already slick.Ten o’clock.I walked barefoot down the stairs, every inch of my body conscious of his gaze before I even saw him. He stood in the living room, leaning on the back of the leather couch, a glass of somethi
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My Uncle’s addiction 2
I woke up soaked between the legs, throat dry, chest tight. The image of him stroking his cock burned behind my eyelids like an afterimage of lightning. No matter how many times I blinked, it stayed. Hard. Unforgiving. Beautiful.I should have felt shame. I didn’t.Instead, I rolled onto my stomach, pressed my thighs together, and bit into the pillow until my teeth ached. I didn’t touch myself. Not because I didn’t want to, but because the ache had become something more than physical. It was in my head now, in my spine, in the tension of my own restraint. I wanted him to break it.I stayed in bed longer than I should have, delaying the inevitable. Eventually, I got up, threw on a loose shirt that barely reached the tops of my thighs, and padded barefoot down to the kitchen. The house was too quiet, as always.He was already there. At the counter. Black shirt rolled up at the sleeves. No tie. Barefoot. Reading something on his phone, coffee steaming beside him.His eyes lifted slowly w
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