All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

ELARA.He kissed me like he already owned the air in my lungs. Slow at first. Then deeper. His hand under my jaw kept my face tilted exactly where he wanted it while his tongue slid against mine and stole every coherent thought I had left.When he finally pulled back I was breathing like I’d run up the stairs. He looked calm. Almost bored. The only tell was the dark flush high on his cheekbones and the hard line of his cock pressing against my hip through his trousers.“Elevator’s locked,” he said. “Penthouse is soundproof. No one comes up unless I call them.” His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. “You’re mine until morning. Maybe longer. Depends how good you are at taking what I give you.”I didn’t answer. My lips still tingled. He stepped back and nodded toward the wide black couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights glittered below us like they had no idea what was happening thirty floors up.“Sit.”I sat. The leather was cool against the backs of my thighs. My dre

ELARA.He didn’t let me get dressed properly.A soft black shirt of his hit my chest while he finished buttoning his trousers. It hung to mid-thigh and smelled like him. No bra. No underwear. Just the shirt and the sticky evidence of what he’d done to me still between my legs.“Put it on. You’re coming with me.”My pulse kicked. “Downstairs?”“You heard what he said. Your name is in mouths it shouldn’t be in. Until I know how far that goes, you don’t leave my sight.” He grabbed his gun from the nightstand and slid it into the holster at his back like it was just another accessory. “Move.”The elevator ride down was silent except for the soft hum of the car. He stood close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. Every few seconds his eyes flicked to the way the shirt clung to my bare breasts or the faint marks he’d left on my thighs. Possession and calculation mixed in his gaze until I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.The private floor below the penthouse was all dark wood and low

ELARA.He didn’t let go of my throat right away.His eyes stayed on the phone screen for another second. Then he locked it, slid it into his pocket, and looked at me like the visitor downstairs had already been handled in his mind.“Stay behind me. Do exactly what I say. If I tell you to run, you run. Clear?”“Clear.”He grabbed a second gun from a drawer and pressed it into my hand. The metal was cold. Heavy. My fingers closed around it because there was no other option.“Safety’s off. Point and pull if anyone who isn’t me gets too close.”We took the elevator down in silence. His body blocked most of mine. When the doors opened onto the private garage level, three men were already waiting. Two I didn’t recognize. The third I did.My old contact. The one who had promised to wipe my trail if I delivered one last envelope.He smiled when he saw me. It didn’t reach his eyes.“Elara. Or whatever you’re calling yourself these days. You’ve been busy.”The boss stepped fully in front of me.

“Strip. All of it. Now.”Rook did not look up from the stencil he was cutting when I walked in after the last client left. The neon was already off. The lock had clicked the second the other person stepped onto the sidewalk. My pulse jumped hard enough that I felt it in my throat.I should have turned around. Mark had texted twice asking when I would be home. Instead I pulled the sports bra over my head and shoved my jeans and panties down in one push. Cool air hit every inch of me. Rook finally glanced over. His eyes dragged from my breasts to the fresh ink on my ribs to the bare skin between my legs.“On the chair. Legs open.”I climbed on. The leather was cold against my ass. He rolled his stool between my thighs without another word and set the machine humming. The first touch of the needle against the healed edges of last week’s work made me flinch, but his free hand was already there, two thick fingers sliding straight into me like he owned the right.“Still soaked for me,” he s

“Cancel whatever you have with him tonight. You’re coming to me.”Rook’s text landed while I stood in the kitchen watching Mark chop vegetables for dinner. The bruise on my ribs still ached under my shirt. I could feel the ghost of Rook’s teeth every time I breathed. My phone stayed hidden against my thigh as I typed back.“He’s making dinner. I can’t just leave.”The reply came in seconds.“Then tell him work called. Or I send him the photos of my cum leaking out of you. Your choice, Lena.”My stomach dropped. He had pictures. Of course he did. The ones I sent. The ones he took while I was still open and messy on his counter. Heat flooded my face and between my legs at the same time. Shame and want twisted together until I could barely stand still.I looked at Mark’s back. Soft. Safe. The man who had never once made me feel like my skin was too tight. Then I heard myself speak.“Work emergency. Client needs revisions tonight. I might be late.”Mark turned and smiled that easy smile t