All Chapters of Dear Stepbrother, I Think Your Uncle Is Hot: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The car ride was suffocatingly quiet. Atlas didn't turn on the music or ask me any questions. He just watched the road like I wasn't even there. "We’re here," he said as the car stopped in front of a house that looked more like a museum than a home. He grabbed my bags and led me inside. The interior was beautifully furnished. "Make yourself comfortable, Leslie," Atlas said as he dropped my bags near the door of my room. He didn't look at me. He was already unbuttoning his cuffs. "My housekeeper is off until Monday. You’re on your own for dinner." "Comfortable," I repeated, a small smirk playing on my lips. "I can do that." I waited until I heard his bedroom door click shut before I went to my room. I didn't want to look comfortable. I wanted to look like an invitation. I changed into a pair of short jersey pants that exposed enough of my butt cheeks and a thin crop top. I let my hair down, messy and intentional as I observed my looks in the huge mirror in my close

I pretended not to be affected by him. I walked over to the counter trying to look like I was just waiting for my food, but every nerve in my body was screaming. I closed my eyes tight, trying to force my heart to stop racing, but I knew I was failing. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked. I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see how much I was shaking. "I could ask you the same thing," Atlas said. His voice was devastatingly attractive. He stepped closer, his bare chest pressing firmly against my back. His hands slid around my waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts as he pulled me flush against him. I let out a jagged breath, my head falling back onto his shoulder. "I was hungry," I managed to say. "You are," he murmured against my ear. His hand drifted to my ass, squeezing firmly enough to make my breath hitch. He pulled me tighter, forcing me to feel the hard length of him through his joggers. I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut. His oth

All I wanted was to lock myself in my room and disappear. But I barely made past the living room before I heard her voice. "You think you’re special?" I stopped in my tracks. Elena was standing by the couch, her arms crossed, watching me with a look of pure disgust. “You’re nothing to him,” she continued, her voice calm but sharp. “So don’t start getting ideas.” I let out a quiet breath, forcing myself not to react too quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. Elena let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Stop playing dumb,” she said walking towards me. “It’s embarrassing.” She stopped right in front of me. “Do you really think Atlas would stoop that low?” she asked. “To be with someone like you?” The insult stung, but it lit a fire in my chest. I finally turned to face her. "Well, he clearly didn't want to stay with you." Elena didn't look offended. Instead, she gave me a look that wasn't even close to a smile. "What makes you think he ever left me?” I frow

I worked my way up and down his length, sucking as hard as I could. He seemed pleased, his hand firmly stroking through my hair as he watched me. This was my time to show him exactly what he was fucking missing.I slid my hand down his shaft, my mouth following until I took him all the way to the back of my throat. I let out a long, slow exhale, forcing myself to relax and sinking him even deeper.“Fuck!” Atlas groaned, his hips twitching against the mattress. I continued for a while, savoring the taste of him enjoying the power I had to drive him completely crazy.But just as his breathing became ragged and his grip on my hair tightened, I stopped. I pulled back immediately, watching him through my lashes.He looked down at me, his eyes dark and desperate.“No, don’t stop,” he said. He sounded frustrated, and I honestly enjoyed it a little too much. It was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.When I tried to move away completely, his hand clamped onto the back of my head, h

Maya was admitted at the hospital. I had barely made it through the doors when Jude, Maya’s boyfriend, found me. He looked a wreck. He told me she’d been admitted a few hours ago and was just about to be discharged. It was already late into the night. When I finally saw Maya, I didn’t say a word, I threw my hands around her. I held her so tight I was afraid I’d break her, the fear from the basement crawling back. "I’m okay, Les," she whispered, though she sounded fragile. "What did he do?" I asked, pulling back to look at her. "He hit me," she said, her voice shaking. "He hit my head with something metal. Everything went black. I thought..." "I know," I said, cutting her off. I knew exactly what he was capable of. "I’m scared, Leslie. I want to tell Jude. We have to call the police," she said, her eyes searching mine. I shook my head immediately. My heart cold. "No. It’s fine. It’s been taken care of." She stared at me for while then she raised a brow, her gaze skeptical.