All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

I left the door unlocked like he told me.The house had been quiet for almost an hour when it pushed open. No knock. Marcus stepped inside and locked it behind him without a word. He was still dressed. I was under the sheet in nothing but the T-shirt, exactly as ordered.He looked at me for a long second.“Show me.”I pulled the sheet down. Cool air touched bare skin. His eyes dropped between my legs and stayed there.“You’ve been touching yourself.”Not a question. I nodded anyway.Marcus crossed the room, yanked the sheet the rest of the way off, and hauled me to the edge of the bed by my ankles. He pushed my thighs open and just looked. I felt exposed and filthy and so turned on I could barely breathe.“Still soaked from this morning,” he muttered. “Or is this new?”“Both.”He made a low sound and dropped to his knees. The first drag of his tongue through my folds pulled a broken gasp out of me. He didn’t ease me into it. He licked me like he was starving, broad slow strokes that e

I didn’t answer him right away.Marcus stood in front of me in the dark guest room, hand still on my jaw, waiting. Downstairs a cabinet closed. Ethan was still moving around, still unaware of how close everything was to breaking.“I need a minute,” I whispered.“You’ve had three years of minutes.” His thumb stroked once across my lower lip. “Time’s up.”I closed my eyes. The guilt was still there, sharp and real. Ethan’s soft smile. The way he kissed my forehead. The life I was supposed to want. But under the guilt lived something heavier. The way my body opened for Marcus. The way he looked at me like I was already his. The way the ache never left when he wasn’t touching me.I opened my eyes.“I choose you.”Marcus went completely still. “Say it properly.”“I choose you. Not him. You.”The words came out shaky but clear. Once they were in the air the last of the pretending snapped.Marcus kissed me hard. Claiming. Almost punishing. His hands shoved my shirt up and off in one motion.

The video should never have reached me. Someone on Dominic’s staff thought they were being funny. A fifteen-second clip from the private hallway behind the main stage. Dim red lights. A woman pressed against the wall. Dark hair falling exactly the way mine does. Same height. Same sharp shoulders. Even the small tattoo on her left rib matched the placement of mine, though the design was different. Dominic’s hand was in her hair. His mouth was on her neck. The angle made it look like he was fucking me in the back of his own club. I watched it three times before he walked into the apartment. He dropped his keys on the counter and saw my face. Then he saw the phone in my hand. “Who sent it?” “Doesn’t matter.” My voice came out flat. “She looks like me.” “Her name is Mira. She dances Fridays and Saturdays.” He didn’t deny anything. He never did. That was the rule. Full honesty. “We’ve been together twice. I was going to tell you tonight.” I set the phone down carefully so I wouldn’

Mira’s question hung in the small room. “He told me you get wet when you’re jealous. Is that true?” I felt Dominic’s hand tighten on the back of my neck. The bass from the club still throbbed through the walls, low and steady. “Yes,” I said. Mira’s smile widened. She let the robe fall the rest of the way off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. Under the dim lights her body looked almost identical to mine. Same small breasts. Same narrow waist. Same mole placement, even if the tattoo beside it was different. The only real difference was the way she stood, completely unselfconscious, like she had already decided how this night would go. Dominic guided me further into the room and sat on the couch, pulling me down between his legs so my back rested against his chest. His hands settled on my thighs and slowly pushed the hem of my dress higher. “Show her,” he said against my ear. I hesitated only a second. Then I opened my knees. Cool air touched the slickness he had left there e

I lay back on the couch and spread my legs. Mira crawled between them without hesitation. Dominic stood beside us, one hand in her hair, the other slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness. “Lick her the way I showed you,” he said. “Slow at first. Flat tongue. Then suck her clit the second she starts shaking.” Mira obeyed. Her mouth was hot and soft and far too skilled. She dragged her tongue through my folds, collecting everything Dominic had left inside me earlier, then sealed her lips around my clit and sucked. I arched off the couch with a broken sound. Dominic watched every second. “Look at her face, Mira. That’s the expression she makes when she’s about to lose it. Keep that pressure.” Mira hummed against me. The vibration shot straight up my spine. I reached down and tangled my fingers in her dark hair, the same texture as my own, and held her there. Jealousy still burned under my skin, but it had changed shape. It no longer wanted to push her away. It wanted to use