All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Sex Toy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RILEYThe flashlight beam cut through the fogged-up windows of Jax’s truck like a knife.Roland stood outside, jaw locked, eyes burning with fury as he stared at the two of us. I was still straddling Jax, his thick pierced cock buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy, still twitching from his latest load. There was no hiding what we’d been doing.“Open the fucking door,” Roland growled.Jax cursed under his breath but didn’t pull out. Instead, he rolled the window down just enough, one hand still gripping my hip possessively.“Roland… it’s not what it looks like,” Jax started, voice rough.“Bullshit.” Roland’s gaze dropped to where our bodies were still joined, my tiny skirt hiked up around my waist. “You’ve been fucking my little sister this whole trip.”I shivered. Shame and raw arousal twisted together inside me. Jax’s cum was leaking out around his cock, dripping onto his seat, and my brother was watching.“Get out of the truck, Riley,” Roland ordered.I started to move, but Jax he

ALICEThe house was finally quiet.I had just tucked little Emma and Noah into bed, reading them two extra stories until their eyes grew heavy. Now the only sounds were the low hum of the fridge and my own nervous breathing as I sat on the living room couch in my tiny denim shorts and tight white tank top.Dominic was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. His wife, Claire, was away for the weekend at her sister’s bachelorette party. It was just me and him in this big, beautiful house.I knew I should leave. I had been babysitting for the past six months, and lately the way Dominic looked at me had changed. His stares lingered too long on my legs, my chest, my lips. He was forty-one, married, successful, and dangerously handsome. I was just twenty. His kids’ babysitter.This was wrong.The front door clicked open. Dominic stepped inside, loosening his tie, his eyes immediately finding me on the couch. His gaze darkened as it traveled down my body.“Alice,” he said, voice low and roug

ALICEThe next morning, I woke up in the guest room with dried cum crusted on my thighs and a deep, aching soreness between my legs. Dominic had fucked me three more times during the night — once in the shower, once bent over the bathroom counter, and once while I cried into his wife’s pillow. I felt disgusting. Used. Like a cheap whore who had thrown away every bit of self-respect.I stared at myself in the mirror. My neck had hickeys. My wrists had faint bruises from where he’d held me down. Worst of all, my pussy was still leaking his cum.“I have to stop this,” I whispered to my reflection. “If Claire finds out, my life is finished. She’ll tell all the other moms. I’ll be known as the babysitter who fucked a married man in his own house. My future will be destroyed.”But when Dominic came downstairs while the kids were eating breakfast, the dark look he gave me made my pussy clench despite everything.The day passed in torture. I played with Emma and Noah like nothing was wrong, w

ALICEI was spiraling.Four days had passed since the last time, and I still couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling nauseous. My pussy was constantly sore. Bruises in the shape of Dominic’s fingerprints marked my hips and thighs. I had deleted and reinstalled his contact at least ten times, but I always ended up answering when he called.Tonight was the worst one yet.Claire was away again — this time for a two-day work conference. Dominic told me to come over after the kids were asleep. I tried to say no. I really did. I sat in my car for twenty minutes crying before I finally walked into their house like the pathetic slut I had become.The second I stepped inside, Dominic grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall.“You’re late,” he growled, already pulling my dress up. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this tight babysitter pussy.”“Dominic, please,” I begged, tears already falling. “I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m dying inside. Every time

ESTHERThe elevator doors opened straight into their penthouse and I stepped out clutching my bag like it could save me. The place smelled expensive. Warm wood, faint cologne, and something darker underneath that made my stomach tighten.Asher was waiting.My stepbrother leaned against the island in the open kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. Twenty-seven. Way too good-looking for someone I was technically related to. His eyes dragged over me slowly, from my white sundress down to my bare legs and back up again.“Esther,” he said, voice low. “You came.”“Didn’t really have a choice,” I muttered, trying to sound casual. My fingers twisted the strap of my bag. “Mom and your dad basically forced me here while they’re on their honeymoon.”He pushed off the counter and walked toward me. Each step made my pulse jump. “You say that like staying with us is punishment.”Before I could answer, two more figures appeared from the living area.Silas first. Tall, tattooed arms half-hidden under