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Love For My Stepbrother Part 2
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Chapter 2: Poison in a Mother’s Mouth The text from Mom had been burning a hole in my phone all weekend, but Monday morning hit like a freight train. I stared at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror, trying to smooth out the dark circles under my eyes. My ass still ached faintly from Marcus's spanks, a secret reminder that made my thighs clench even as guilt twisted in my gut. What the hell was I doing? Sleeping with my stepbrother—my boss—in his locked office, then risking it all with that unlocked door thrill on Sunday. It had felt electric, addictive, like finally scratching an itch I'd ignored for years. But Mom's words—Be careful—old family tensions—echoed, turning the afterglow sour. I avoided Marcus's office all morning, burying myself in spreadsheets and emails. He caught my eye during the team huddle, his gaze lingering a beat too long, that possessive glint making my pulse stutter. I looked away, pretending to jot notes. By noon, my phone buzzed again: Mom wanted
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Chapter 1: Late-Night LockdownThe fluorescent lights of the tech firm's open-plan office hummed like a swarm of angry bees, casting long shadows across the rows of desks cluttered with monitors and coffee mugs. It was past nine on a Friday, the kind of hour when most interns had long since bolted for happy hour or Netflix binges. But not me. Elena Vasquez, fresh out of college with a shiny business degree and a chip on my shoulder the size of our family's fractured history, was glued to her screen, pretending to finalize a market analysis report. Truth was, my eyes kept drifting to the glass-walled corner office at the far end, where my stepbrother—boss, technically—still burned the midnight oil.Marcus Hale. Twenty-eight, CEO of Hale Innovations, and the one person who'd managed to turn my life into a pressure cooker of unresolved tension since our parents' messy marriage when we were teens. We'd grown up in the same house, shared holidays, even a bathroom during those awkward high
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Chapter 2: Office Shadows The morning sun sliced through my blinds like a guilty verdict, hitting my face and yanking me from a sleep tangled with dreams of concrete floors and rough hands. I groaned, rolling over in sheets that still smelled faintly of my own desperation from last night. My ass throbbed—a dull, insistent ache that made me wince as I shifted. Richard Hargrove had wrecked me in that garage, claimed parts of me I hadn't even known were up for grabs. And the worst part? I couldn't stop replaying it, my body humming with a traitorous heat every time his gravel voice echoed in my head: Our secret. But it won't be the last. I dragged myself to the shower, the hot water stinging my sore skin like a reminder. Soap slid over bruises on my hips, fingerprints from his grip. Elena's stepdad. My boss. The man who'd just face-fucked me until I gagged, then bent me over his car and pounded my ass until I screamed. What the hell was I doing? I was Mia Reyes, the girl who'd clawed
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Chapter 1: The Client Dinner The fluorescent lights of the law firm's conference room buzzed overhead like angry hornets, casting harsh shadows on the polished mahogany table. Mia adjusted her blouse for the third time, the silk clinging a little too snugly to her curves. At 23, she was the youngest paralegal in Richard Hargrove's cutthroat firm, and every day felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers. Richard—her best friend Elena's stepfather—loomed at the head of the table, his broad shoulders straining against his tailored suit, his steel-gray eyes scanning the room with the precision of a predator. He was 48, divorced twice, and built like a man who commanded boardrooms and bedrooms alike. Mia had always known him as the stern figure in Elena's family photos, but now, working under him, that authority felt personal, invasive. "Mia, the deposition transcripts for the merger case," Richard's voice cut through the murmur of associates, low and gravelly, like gravel unde
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Janette's Point Of View I’m writing this with shaking hands, not because time hasn’t passed, but because pain doesn’t obey calendars. It waits. It hides. And when it finally rises, it reminds you of everything you thought you survived. My name is Jane, and this is not a story I tell with pride. It’s a confession. A warning. A scar laid bare so maybe another woman won’t walk the same road I did with her eyes closed and her heart unguarded. I used to believe love was enough. That marriage was a shield. That friendship meant safety. I believed loyalty was automatic once vows were exchanged and years were shared. I believed wrong things because I wanted to feel secure instead of being honest. It started with words. Cruel ones. Words I threw at my husband in anger, words meant to cut him where I knew he was already wounded. I thought I was venting. I thought I was standing up for myself. I didn’t understand then that humiliation poisons love quietly. It doesn’t explode. It seeps. When
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Janette's Point Of ViewThe words hung in the air like a noose tightening around my neck. 'Camera?' I repeated, my voice cracking, barely above a whisper. My body felt heavy, exposed, the sheets tangled around my legs as I sat up straighter on the bed. Tom and Lisa were still locked together, her hips grinding lazily on his lap, his cock buried inside her like it belonged there. But their faces—oh god, those indifferent masks they wore now—sent ice through my veins. What the hell did they mean? We'd just... everything was so intense, so real. Or was it all a setup?Lisa's laughter sliced through the room first, sharp and mocking, like glass shattering. She slid off Tom with a wet pop, his cock glistening as it slapped against his thigh, but she didn't care. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with something dark, triumphant. 'Oh, Jane. Sweet, clueless Jane. You really thought this was just a fun little threesome? A way to spice up your boring marriage?' She wiped a hand across her mou
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