BOOK 2: POSSESSIVE STEPBROTHER

Chapter 1 

Lila Kane laughed too loudly at the local bartender’s joke, leaning forward on the beach bar so her perky breasts pressed against the wooden counter. Her black hair with blue streaks fell over one shoulder as she touched the man’s arm.

“You’re funny,” she said, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I might need a private tour of the island later.”

The bartender grinned, clearly interested. “For you, pretty girl, anytime.”

A strong hand suddenly gripped Lila’s elbow from behind and yanked her back. “Time to go.”

Lila spun around, heart jumping. Damon Vale towered over her, dark hair messy from the sea wind, gray eyes burning with fury. His scarred knuckles stood out white as he held her arm. “Damon, what the hell?”

"Move,” he ordered, voice low and dangerous. He pulled her away from the bar toward the private villa path without another word.

She tried to yank her arm free, bratty fire rising. “Let go of me, I was just talking.”

“Flirting,” he corrected sharply. “Rubbing your tits on him and offering private tours. You think I wouldn’t see that, Lila?”

They reached the luxurious villa as the sun began to set. The family dinner was already being set on the open terrace. Their parents sat at the far end, chatting happily.

Damon guided Lila to a seat beside him, his tall, lean-muscled body tense. “Sit down and behave.”

Lila dropped into the chair, cheeks flushed with anger and something hotter. “You’re not my keeper, stepbrother. I can talk to whoever I want.”

Under the long tablecloth, Damon’s hand landed on her toned thigh, squeezing hard. “You’re mine to watch always, have been since you moved into my house.”

Their parents laughed at something across the table. Damon’s fingers slid higher, pushing under her short sundress. “Spread your legs.”

Lila’s breath hitched. “Damon… not here. They’re right there.”

“Spread them,” he repeated, gray eyes locked on her face. “Or I’ll make a scene you won’t like.”

She obeyed slowly, thighs parting under the table. His fingers traced her inner thigh, then brushed against her panties. “Already wet, you like pissing me off, don’t you?”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she whispered, voice defiant even as her hips twitched.

Damon pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her tight pussy. “Flirting with that local trash while wearing this tiny dress? You wanted attention right, now you’ve got mine.”

Lila bit her lip hard as he pushed both fingers deeper. “F-fuck… Damon.”

“Quiet,” he warned, starting to pump slowly. “Smile and talk to Mom like a good girl while I finger this bratty little pussy.”

Their mother glanced over. “Lila, honey, how was the beach today?”

Lila gripped the table, breath shaky. “It was… oh god… it was n-nice. Really nice.”

Damon curled his fingers deep inside her, thumb finding her clit. “Tell her about the bartender,” he murmured only for her ears. “Tell her how you were offering him private tours.”

Lila’s thighs trembled. “S-shut up. You’re s-such an asshole.”

Their father frowned slightly. “You okay, Lila? Your face is all flushed, you feeling alright?”

“I-I’m fine,” she stammered, voice breathy as Damon’s fingers moved faster. “Just… a little hot. The sun today was… fuck.”

Damon added a third finger, stretching her, his scarred knuckles brushing her skin. “Your pussy is soaking my hand, stepsister, clenching so greedily.”

Lila shifted in her seat, biting back a moan. “Damon… please,” she whispered desperately. “I can’t… oh my god.”

Their mother leaned forward, concerned. “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re burning up. Maybe you should go lie down?”

Damon smiled calmly across the table. “She’s fine, Mom. Just a little tired from the beach, right, Lila?”

Lila nodded quickly, green eyes glassy with pleasure. “Y-yes… I’m okay. Don’t worry. It’s just… Damon’s hand is… I mean the heat is getting to me.”

His thumb circled her clit faster under the table. “You like making me jealous, don’t you, brat?” he whispered. “Your tight little pussy is dripping all over my fingers while our parents watch.”

Lila’s breath came in short gasps. “Why do you always do this to me? You tease me for years and then… ah… get so possessive.”

Damon thrust his fingers deeper, rubbing that perfect spot. “Because you belong to me, no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”

She gripped his wrist under the table, torn between pushing him away and pulling him deeper. “Damon… I’m so close, please… oh fuck.”

Their father chuckled. “You really don’t look well, kiddo, your voice is shaking.”

“I’m f-fine,” Lila moaned softly, trying to cover it with a cough. “Just… really intense day.”

Damon leaned closer, voice low and dark. “Come for me, Lila. Come on your stepbrother’s fingers right now while they’re watching.”

Her body tensed, thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Damon… I can’t hold it… oh my god.”

He didn’t stop, fingers pumping faster, thumb pressing hard on her clit.

Lila’s green eyes widened in panic and pleasure as her orgasm built dangerously close, righ  there at the family dinner table.

What would happen if she couldn’t stay quiet?