Chapter 11

I didn't stop him. I knew it wasn't right, but I gave in anyway. Theo had done so much for me, and if this was how I had to make it up to him, then why not? I told myself I wasn't cheating on Atlas because what we had was just sex. I could fuck both and belong to none.Theo hovered over me, kissing his way down until he tugged my pants off with his teeth. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes dark and mesmerized by what he was seeing. He leaned in to kiss me again before moving to my breasts, sucking and massaging them."You’re so fucking gorgeous, Leslie. Everything about you is just perfect. Just the way I want it," he said, his voice ragged.I moaned as he moved between my legs, his tongue finding my clit. He sucked and licked while inserting his fingers, pumping and sucking at the same time. It felt good. It wasn't as good as how Atlas does it, but it was still good.He shifted, rubbing his hard rock length against me. Just as he was about to push in, I stopped him."Wear a con

Chapter 12

The drive was torture. I sat in the front seat squeezing my thighs together from the ache. Atlas kept his eyes locked on the road with a smirk on his face. He wouldn’t touch me and he wouldn’t let me touch myself. He enjoyed seeing me frustrated and I hated it. The moment the front door closed he pushed me against the wall. I gasped as he pinned my hands above my head with one hand. "Princess you need to learn how to exercise patience," he whispered in my ear while I breathed heavily. "I’m all yours for the night." I couldn’t find a way to respond; my body craved every sensation he is capable of giving me. He pressed his body against me, his other hand gripping my neck firm as he kissed me passionately. His lips were perfect against mine, his tongue skilled and delicious. He released my hands and suddenly picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me upstairs to his bedroom. The space was just like him: minimalistic and cold. Neither of us waited.

Chapter 13

I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, but the second I tried to move, the sharp ache between my thighs stopped me. I stayed flat on my back, staring at the ceiling and remembering exactly how Atlas had spent the night breaking me in. He was standing by the window, already in a suit, fixing his cufflinks. He looked like the cold billionaire the rest of the world saw, not the man who’d been growling in my ear while he rearranged my guts. "You're finally up," he said, turning around. I pulled the sheets higher, eyeing the tray of food on the nightstand. "Is the Man of Stone actually serving breakfast? A few days ago you were playing hard to get. What changed?" He walked over, that dark smirk on his face. He leaned over the bed, pinning me in with his arms. "What changed is that I finally fucked you into a position where you couldn't walk away. Literally." I felt the heat rush to my face. I looked at the eggs and toast. "Did you actually make this?" "Carlos made it," he s

All Chapters of Dear Stepbrother, I Think Your Uncle Is Hot: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13