All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 371 - Chapter 377

Jane.“Keep walking.”Vincent’s voice was behind me on the stairs. My dress was still at my waist. Their come was already cooling on my thighs. Ellis came up on my other side with the folder under his arm like we were moving the meeting, not ending it.My old room was at the end of the hall. They did not take me there.Vincent opened the master. Mom’s perfume was gone from it. His sheets were gray. Ellis kicked the door shut with his heel and dropped the folder on the dresser.“Papers stay in there,” he said. “Nobody calls the lawyer. Nobody needs a second reading.”Vincent turned me to face him. He pulled the dress over my head and let it fall. Bra next. The underwear that had been stuck at my thighs last. I stood in stockings and nothing else while two executors looked at what the clause had bought them.“On the bed,” Vincent said. “On your back. Knees up. You do not close anything we already opened downstairs.”I lay down. The ceiling was too white. Ellis stripped without rushing.

Ivy. “Cole? Ivy? I brought lunch.” Mom’s voice is in the foyer. Cole is still inside me. His cum is already sliding down my thigh onto the blotter. My notebook is under my cheek, page two staring at me in my own ink. He covers my mouth and whispers against my hair. “Answer her.” He thrusts once, deep, so the words come out wrecked. “In the study,” I call. “We are busy.” “Five minutes,” Mom says. “Sandwiches. Do not work through food.” Her steps move toward the kitchen. Cole does not pull out. He picks up the notebook and reads page two like a threat. “If he ever finds this, I want him to keep me full after he comes. I want him to make me read the next page out loud with his cock still in me. I want it messy. I want it dripping down the desk while I say the words.” “Read,” he says. “I cannot.” He slams in. The desk hits the wall. I gasp. “Read, Ivy.” I read. My voice is shot. I can feel him twitching inside me, half hard already, using his own mess as lube.

Sienna.“Do not come back to the table.”That is what I tell Eliot when I find him in the coat room with a blonde on her knees and his ring still on his finger. My ring. The one he put there in front of my father six months ago.He starts the speech. I walk out before the first excuse lands.The gala keeps glittering upstairs. I go down. Hotel bar. Dark. Loud enough to drown a family. I order something that burns and sit like my life did not just split open.“You look like you want to do something stupid.”The voice is low. Expensive. I look up. Tall. Black suit. Mouth that does not smile. Eyes that do. I do not ask his name. I do not give mine.“Buy the next one and I might.”He buys it. His knee hits mine under the wood and stays there. Heat crawls up my thigh like I asked for it. I did. I want to feel anything that is not Eliot’s zipper in another woman’s lipstick.“Room or car?” he asks.“Room. I do not want to remember the car.”We do not talk in the elevator. He stands behind me

Sienna’s POV “Wear the dress,” I tell the mirror. It is yesterday’s dress. Wrinkled. Torn at the seam where Knox Hale put his hands. I wear it anyway because he told me to and because walking into my father’s boardroom looking ruined is the only honest thing I have left. The building smells like coffee and fear. Nine sharp. Glass. Oak. Men who have known me since I was twelve. Eliot stands when I enter. “Sienna. Baby. Let me explain.” “Sit down before I embarrass you in front of people who already know.” He sits. His mouth is a thin line. I do not look at him long enough to give him a face to use later. My father starts to rise. Then he stops. Knox is already in the chair at the head of the table. My father’s chair. Black suit. Same watch that ticked against my shoulder while he came in me. He looks at me like the room is empty. “Miss Vale,” he says. “Thank you for joining us.” I take the seat across from him. My thighs press together. I can still feel last night. I can