All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Sienna’s POV “We’re going.”Raven’s voice left no room for argument. She was already pulling on a black shirt and tossing me one of Lila’s short dresses. My own clothes were still somewhere on the floor, underwear long gone.“Who sent the message?” I asked as I stepped into the dress. It barely covered the tops of my thighs.Lila checked the phone again. “Unknown number. But the after-party is at the warehouse three blocks from the venue. Only industry people and the band’s close circle know about it.”Quinn finished lacing her boots and looked at me. “Whoever it is already has video of us behind the speakers. If we ignore them they can ruin Raven’s bookings for months. We go, we find out what they want, and we handle it.”Raven walked over, gripped my chin, and kissed me once, hard. “You’re staying with us the entire time. Do exactly what I say.”The warehouse was already loud when we arrived. Bass leaked through the walls. A man at the side door checked Raven’s name on a list and w

Rita’s POV “He is an arrogant control freak,” I said. Lila almost choked on her iced coffee and leaned in across the small cafe table. She lived two streets over. We had only known each other a week, but she already knew the families on this road better than I knew my own lecture notes. “Ryan?” she said. “Your mom’s new stepson?” “The one who tapes rules to the fridge. Quiet after eleven. No guests in the east wing. Laundry labeled with my name like I am staff. Doors left exactly the way he wants them left.” Lila wrinkled her nose. “That tracks. My cousin waitressed a dinner at that house last winter. She said he barely spoke unless it was about the business or the staff schedule. She called him a clipboard in a nice shirt.” “He talks to me like I am a problem he has to manage. I told him the house is not his. He did not care.” I kept the rest in my mouth. I did not tell her he had opened my bedroom door while I was changing. I did not tell her he looked at my breasts lo

Rita’s POV “I have a date,” I said.Ryan did not look up from the papers on the kitchen island. Morning after the pantry. The twenty-four hours were still running. I had no underwear on under a longer dress because I was petty and I was still in his rule and I wanted him to see I could walk out of the house anyway.“No,” he said.“I did not ask.”“Who.”“Daniel Ward. He works with the firm that handles your father’s east contracts. We met through Lila’s cousin. Dinner. Public. I am going.”That got his eyes. Not jealous in a boy way. Colder. The look he used on numbers that did not add up.“Ward is not a date,” Ryan said. “Ward is a man who wants access. He sits in rooms he has not earned and smiles at daughters because doors open easier that way.”“Then he can smile at me while I eat. I am not furniture in this house. I can sit across from someone who asks instead of pinning me in a pantry.”“You are bare under that dress because you lost a bet in this house. Do not confuse that wit

LILA.“Send it.”My thumbs were wet. I hit send.*Daddy got you home safe.*The little check marks appeared. Mia would see it in the morning and laugh and never know her father was buried in me up to the base while I typed it.He took the phone out of my hand, deleted the thread himself, and set it face down on the blotter.“Good girl. Now open.”He pulled out of me. The loss made me whimper. Come and my own slick ran down the inside of my thighs and onto his desk.He stood between my legs, cock glistening, still hard, the head dark and wet. He wrapped my hair around his fist and guided my face down.“Tongue out. I want to see it.”I opened. He painted my bottom lip with the head first, smearing both of us across my mouth. Then he pushed in.I gagged on the first stroke. He didn’t ease back. He held my head and fed me another inch.“Breathe through your nose. You can take it. You’ve been staring at this cock for two years. Swallow.”Tears pricked my eyes. Saliva ran down my chin and o

LILA,“Get in the car, Lila. You’re not going inside yet.”I looked at the phone again.*hey weird question. my dad just texted asking if you got home okay from work?? I didn’t even know he was giving you rides??*My pulse was in my throat.I opened the door and sat.He took the phone out of my hand before I could type.“Unlock it.”I did.He read the message, thumbs still, then handed it back.“Tell her I saw you walking and offered because it was late. Tell her I am being a decent father. Then put it away.”I typed with fingers that felt numb.*yeah he was downtown and saw me. just being nice. home now going to sleep xx*The second I hit send he put the car in gear and drove.Not toward my building. Around the block. Into the same garage. Different level. Darker corner.He killed the lights.“On my lap. Facing me.”I climbed over. The dress rode up. He was already hard. He freed himself, dragged me forward, and dropped me onto his cock in one motion.I bit his shoulder to stay quiet