Semua Bab Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Bab 221 - Bab 230

SIENNA “Stay away from him, Sienna.” Mom’s voice was low and sharp against my ear by the ice cooler, the way she used to talk when I was sixteen and she caught me sneaking out. Claire Cole didn’t raise her voice in public. She didn’t need to. Twenty-three years of being her only daughter had taught me that quiet tone meant real danger. “He’s not like the boys you know. He doesn’t stay. He takes what he wants and leaves the rest in pieces.” I nodded like the good daughter I’d been pretending to be since Dad left when I was twelve. The lie tasted sweet. My pulse was already racing in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later I walked straight toward the man she meant. Roman Hale leaned against the back fence like the entire family barbecue was an inconvenience he’d decided to tolerate. Thirty-four, dark-eyed, the kind of quiet that felt deliberate. Black T-shirt stretched across a chest built for pinning someone down. Dark jeans low on his hips. A cigarette he wasn’t real

SIENNA“Sienna? I know you’re up there.”Mom’s voice carried through the thin floorboards like a blade. Roman was still buried inside me, half-hard, one hand locked on my hip. Neither of us moved.I whispered, “Shit.”He pulled out slowly, the wet sound filthy in the sudden silence. My body clenched around the empty space he left. He handed me my dress without a word, then stepped into his jeans, calm as if my mother wasn’t ten feet below us.“Stay quiet,” he said under his breath. “I’ll handle it.”I yanked the sundress over my head, no bra, no panties. My thighs were slick with him. The smell of sex hung heavy in the apartment. One wrong breath and she would know.Roman walked to the window that faced the side alley, not the street, and opened it. Cool night air rushed in. He looked at me, jerked his chin toward the fire escape.I stared. “You’re serious?”“Unless you want to explain why you’re dripping down your legs in my place.”I climbed out. The metal was cold under my bare fee

SIENNA “Explain this.”Mom held the phone up so the photo filled the space between us. My car. Roman’s truck. The two of us stepping into the cabin like we had every right to disappear together.I didn’t bother with another lie. The look on her face said we were past that.“I’m sleeping with him.”The words came out steadier than I expected. My pulse still hammered, but something reckless and calm settled under my ribs. The same feeling I got when Roman put his hands on me and the rest of the world went quiet.Mom’s mouth tightened. “You’re throwing yourself away on a man who will use you and leave.”“Maybe.” I set my shoes down. “But I’m not stopping.”She stared at me for a long time. The kitchen clock ticked. Somewhere in the house a pipe knocked. When she finally spoke, her voice was low and final.“Then you don’t live here anymore.”The sentence landed harder than I wanted to admit. This was the house I grew up in. The kitchen where she taught me to cook. The hallway where she u

SIENNA “Delete it.”Roman’s voice was flat when I showed him the photo. We were still in the glass office. Outside, one of the mechanics kept glancing over like he already knew what the message contained.I locked the phone. “It’s already in four group chats. Deleting it on my end does nothing.”He stared at the dark screen for a long second, then at me. Something dangerous moved behind his eyes.“Your mother?”“Maybe. Or someone she talked to. Doesn’t matter anymore.”Roman reached past me and flipped the blinds closed with one sharp pull. The shop floor disappeared. Privacy, temporary and incomplete.“Look at me.”I did.“You’re not going to hide. You’re not going to apologize. And you’re sure as hell not going back to her.” His hand slid under my skirt again, finding me still wet from his mouth minutes earlier. “You’re going to let this town see exactly who you belong to.”The words should have scared me. They only made the ache between my legs worse.That night he took me to the

VALE’S POV Three weeks ago I, Sienna Vale poached my biggest account with a smile and a perfectly timed bottle of scotch for the client. I have been waiting for an excuse to make Julian Kane, a co senior accountant at the firm where I work bleed for it. Tonight the quarterly numbers gave her one. “You think you’re so fucking superior? Prove it. Right now.” The words left my mouth like a whip crack. Julian and I were already too close—chests almost brushing, the argument over the Q3 numbers somehow twisted into every old grudge we’d been collecting for two years. His dark eyes flashed with the same fury I felt under my skin. “You first, Vale,” he shot back. “You’ve been looking down that perfect little nose at me since the day they hired us both. Let’s see how superior you feel when you’re not hiding behind a client list I just took from you.” I shoved him. Hard. His back hit the wall of the empty conference room with a dull thud. Frosted glass. Lights dimmed. The rest of the fl