All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

LENA“Stay for breakfast at least.”Dominic’s voice was rough with sleep when I tried to slip out of his bed at dawn. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back against that solid, warm chest. The city was just starting to lighten beyond the windows. My body still hummed from the way he’d touched me—slow, thorough, like I was worth the time.I turned in his arms and met his eyes. “I have something I need to do first.”He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Tyler?”“Yeah. He still has a key to my place. I want it back. And I want him gone.”Dominic nodded once, no drama, no possessiveness. “Want me to come with you?”The offer settled somewhere deep in my chest. “Yes. But I need to be the one who says it.”We showered together—quiet, easy, his hands washing my back like it was the most natural thing in the world. He lent me a soft black T-shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts that hung low on my hips. I looked nothing like the woman who had walked into a club last night try

Ethan texted twice during the day. Work stuff. Miss you. Be good. I answered both with the same careful smile I always used in messages, then threw the phone face-down on the bed like it burned. The house felt different after last night. Bigger. Quieter. Every sound the rain made against the windows sounded like footsteps that weren’t coming.Why wouldn't Ethan respond to my many questions on why his father is he? Even worse, why didn't Ethan tell me that his hot infuriating daddy was going to drop by?By ten the storm had settled into a steady drizzle. I was in the kitchen again, same shirt, hair still damp from a shower I took just to feel clean. I told myself I was making tea. The kettle whistled and I ignored it.The back door opened.I didn’t turn around. I already knew the weight of those steps.Marcus didn’t speak at first. He set something on the counter behind me. Keys. Coat. The soft sound of him rolling his sleeves up. I kept my eyes on the dark window and pretended the glas

I stayed in the car long after he parked back in the driveway.Marcus killed the engine and just sat there with both hands on the wheel, staring at the dark house like it might give him a reason to send me inside alone. Rain had started again, soft against the roof. My leggings still felt damp between my thighs. Every shift reminded me exactly where his thumb had pressed.He spoke first.“You moved in three months ago.”I looked at him. “What?”“Your apartment. The pipe burst. Landlord said six weeks minimum. Ethan told me you needed a place.” His voice stayed even. “I said the guest room was empty. That was three months ago. You’re still here.”Heat crawled up my neck. I had told myself it was temporary. That once the repairs finished I’d go back to my little one-bedroom and keep waiting for the ring like a good girlfriend. Instead the weeks turned into months and Ethan never brought up me leaving. Neither did I.“I pay rent,” I said. Weak.“You pay what Ethan tells you to pay. This

Ethan walked through the front door at 3:17 like nothing in the house had changed.I was in the kitchen pretending to wipe down the already clean counter when his key turned. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. Marcus was somewhere upstairs. I had spent the morning trying to scrub the smell of him off my skin and failing.“Surprise,” Ethan said, dropping his bag by the door. He looked tired but happy. The same soft smile he always gave me. He crossed the kitchen and kissed my cheek. Ordinary. Warm. Wrong.“Hey,” I managed. “How was the flight?”“Long. Missed you.” He pulled back and studied my face. “You okay? You look flushed.”“Just hot in here.” I turned toward the sink so he wouldn’t see my eyes. “I’ll make coffee.”Marcus came down the stairs before the pot finished brewing. He moved like a man who had every right to be in his own house. Neutral face. Easy posture. The same man who had pinned me to his bed twelve hours earlier and left me aching.“Ethan.” He clapped

I moved on pure panic.The second Ethan’s voice floated up the stairs I scrambled out of Marcus’s bed. My legs were unsteady. Between my thighs felt wet and sore in a way that made every step a reminder. I yanked my shirt over my head, shoved my shorts on without finding the underwear, and slipped into the hallway just as Ethan reached the top of the stairs.He smiled when he saw me. Soft. Trusting.
“There you are. Guest room door was open. Thought you might’ve gone downstairs already.”“Couldn’t sleep,” I said. My voice sounded almost normal. “Came up to look for another blanket.”He kissed my forehead like he always did. I held still and let him. The smell of Marcus was still on my skin. I was terrified Ethan would notice.“Coffee’s on,” he said. “Dad’s already down there.”Of course he was.I followed Ethan downstairs on legs that still trembled. Marcus stood at the stove scrambling eggs like it was any other morning. He glanced over his shoulder when we walked in. His eyes flicked