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Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Our bodies slick and sliding.
Clara's POV The garage door rattled shut with a heavy thud, sealing us in from the outside world. The air was thick, almost oppressive, laced with the sharp tang of motor oil, aged wood, and the faint, metallic bite of tools scattered across the workbench. Dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows that danced across the concrete floor, turning the space into our private sanctuary—a far cry from the polished elegance of the mansion's main rooms. Nolan twisted the lock with a deliberate click, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space, and his eyes locked onto mine, dark with intent. "Finally alone," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers racing down my spine. He advanced slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, backing me up against the cold, cluttered workbench until the edge dug into my lower back.I swallowed hard, my pulse thundering in my ears, but I couldn't help the teasing smile that tugged at my lips. "What about the organizing
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Wanna feel you shatter around my cock.
Clara's POV "Come with me, baby," he whispered, one hand slipping between us to circle my clit with expert precision, fingers slick with our combined arousal. The touch was electric, sending jolts straight to my core. "Wanna feel you shatter around my cock." His thumb pressed harder, rubbing in tight circles as he thrust deeper, angling to hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.The words, combined with his touch, pushed me over—ecstasy uncoiling in waves, softer than last night's storms but no less shattering. I cried out softly, walls pulsing, milking him until he followed with a guttural moan, spilling deep inside me once more, hot and thick, marking me from within. We stayed locked, panting, his weight collapsing onto me in a comforting press, our hearts hammering in sync."Best way to start the day," I murmured, kissing his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin. My body hummed with satisfaction, but already, that insatiable hunger stirred again—the way he
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother God, he smelled like sex and sin.
Clara's POV The morning light filtered through Nolan's blackout curtains in soft, diffused rays, turning the room into a hazy sanctuary where time felt suspended. I woke to the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, my leg draped possessively over his thigh, our bodies still entwined from the night's marathon. The sheets were a battlefield—twisted, damp, carrying the musky scent of us that clung to my skin like a second layer. My muscles ached in that delicious, well-used way: thighs burning from riding him into oblivion, core tender from his relentless thrusts, a faint soreness between my legs that pulsed with every shift. I could still feel the phantom stretch of him inside me, the way he'd filled me so completely, over and over, until my voice had gone hoarse from crying out his name. Last night had been insatiable; we'd barely made it through the door before he had me against the wall, clothes half-ripped off, his mouth devouring mine as if he couldn't get enough. An
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother I'd shout it from the rooftops if you wanted.
Clara's POV The library's hush wrapped around us like a conspirator, the air thick with the musty scent of old books—leather bindings and yellowed pages that had witnessed countless secrets over the decades. We were tucked into a forgotten corner on the third floor, the classics section where dusty tomes of Dickens and Austen lined the shelves like silent guardians. Sunlight filtered through the high arched windows in lazy beams, casting golden motes that danced in the air, but it did little to dispel the shadows that cloaked our illicit rendezvous. Nolan had me pressed against a towering oak shelf, my back arching slightly as the hard spines dug into my skin through my thin cotton blouse. His body was a wall of heat and muscle, caging me in, his breath hot against my neck as his fingers—those long, calloused fingers from years of gripping motorcycle handlebars—plunged deeper inside me, curling with that expert, deliberate twist that made my knees buckle and my toes curl inside my s
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Been hard since you wrapped those legs around me at the house.
Clara's POV The bike snarled down the last stretch of coastal highway, salt wind whipping my hair wild under the helmet, Nolan's back a solid wall of heat I clung to like a lifeline. Every vibration of the engine pulsed straight through my core, a relentless tease that had me shifting against him, thighs clenching, breath shallow. The rumble was intoxicating, a mechanical growl that echoed the hunger building low in my belly, making my panties dampen with each bump in the road. I pressed my breasts harder against his leather jacket, feeling the friction of my nipples hardening through my thin tank top, the one I'd stolen from his drawer last night after we'd fucked ourselves senseless.His abs flexed under my palms when he felt me grind subtly—deliberate, shameless—and he answered by dropping one hand from the grip to squeeze my knee hard, a silent *behave, or I’ll pull over and fuck you on the side of the road*. But he didn't pull over; instead, he revved the engine harder, sending
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Ride me to campus.
Clara's POaVSunlight stabbed through the blinds like accusatory fingers, striping the bed in harsh gold and shadow, and I woke to the solid warmth of him—Nolan's arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath a steady rhythm against my hair, the faint scratch of his stubble on my shoulder where I'd burrowed closer in the night. The sheets were a twisted mess, tangled around our legs like we'd fought wars in our sleep, and my body ached in the best ways: thighs sore from straddling him on the couch, core still tingling with echoes of his thrusts, the faint throb of marks he'd left blooming under my skin. The clock glowed 8:17, and I blinked at it, groggy, the mansion's quiet hum broken only by the distant perk of coffee brewing—strong and bitter, the kind Mom swore by to "kick the day in the ass," as she'd once put it with a wink.I shifted, not ready to leave the cocoon of us, my leg hooking tighter over his, toes curling against his calf. His hand flexed instinctively on my hip, pulling
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