All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Sex Toy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMMA I shoved the laptop onto the sheets and climbed on top of him before he could speak. Naked, still sticky from the shower, heart pounding. Lucas lay back, eyes widening, but his hands gripped my hips instantly, pulling me down as I sank onto his thick cock in one slow, burning slide. "You’ve wanted your innocent stepsister all along," I gasped, grinding down hard, taking every inch. "Then claim me like you mean it." He groaned, fingers digging bruises into my skin. "Emma, wait—" "No." I rocked faster, nails raking down his chest, using the slick mess between us. "All those pictures. The notes. You volunteered for this guardian shit because you’ve been obsessed. Say it." Lucas sat up, arm locking around my back, cock throbbing deep inside me. "Yeah. I did." His voice was rough as he thrust up to meet me. "Hated watching you run off with guys like Ryan. Risking everything. I told your mom I’d handle it. But it wasn’t just that." I rode him harder, slapping skin filling the ro

HARPER. The grandfather clock in the hall struck midnight, each chime vibrating through the quiet house like a warning I tried to ignore. I tiptoed down the stairs in nothing but my oversized t-shirt, the hem brushing my thighs with every step. The cotton felt too thin against my skin, my nipples tightening from the cool air drifting through the vents. I just wanted water. Something normal after the long drive home from campus. No big deal. I pushed open the kitchen door and froze. Damien stepped out from the shadows near the fridge, shirtless, his skin still glistening from whatever workout he'd been doing this late. Muscles carved across his chest and abs, shifting as he reached for a glass. Those green eyes locked on me, dragging slowly down my bare legs and back up. My throat went dry. "Little sis," he said, voice rough like he'd been thinking about saying it for hours. "You shouldn't walk around like that. Not when I'm this desperate." I crossed my arms over my chest, h

HARPER. My heart wouldn't slow down. Damien's body was still wrapped around mine, his cock half-hard against my thigh, sticky with the mess we'd made. The room smelled like sex and his sweat. I should have felt dirty. Instead I felt claimed. Wanted. And terrified. "Dawn," I whispered, pushing up on one elbow. The sheet slipped off my breasts. "They're coming at dawn. What does live proof even mean?" He sat up, back muscles flexing as he swung his legs off the bed. The phone screen lit his face, casting sharp shadows. "It means they want to see it happening. Or at least hear it. No faces. No full shots. But enough to know I'm not bullshitting them." He dragged a hand through his hair. "Fuckers are getting impatient." I pulled the sheet up to my chin, knees drawing together. The ache between my legs throbbed in time with my pulse. "You want me to... perform? While they listen?" "Not perform." He turned, eyes softening when they landed on me. One big hand reached out and tucked

HARPER Morning light slipped through the blinds and landed across my bare skin. I stirred in Damien's bed, sore in the best way, his marks blooming dark on my breasts and thighs. His fingers traced them slowly, possessive, like he was claiming every inch all over again. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass, twitching when I shifted back into him. "One more time before the storm hits, sis," he murmured against my neck, voice still rough from sleep. "Let me show you how much I love you already." I turned in his arms, heart flipping at the word. Love. Not just heat or debt. "Damien, the boss is coming tonight. We should—" His mouth cut me off with a slow kiss, hand sliding down to cup my ass and pull me closer. "We will. But right now I need this. Need you." I melted. Couldn't help it. My leg hooked over his hip and he slid inside me easy, still slick from last night. We moved lazy at first, face to face, eyes locked. Every thrust deep and deliberate. "Fuck, Ha

LILA The yacht rocked gently on the turquoise water, the Caribbean sun beating down on the polished teak deck like it wanted to burn away every last shred of common sense I had left. I stood at the railing in a tiny red bikini that barely covered anything, the strings tied loose enough that one good tug would leave me completely naked. Jordan had chosen the challenge: first one to make the other come using only hands and mouth on the open upper deck wins the point. Loser gets fucked however the winner wants for the rest of the day. “Scared you’ll lose, princess?” Jordan called from the shaded lounge area, shirtless again, swim trunks doing nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. He looked too comfortable. Too confident. I flipped him off and walked over, hips swaying. “You wish. I’m going to have you begging before we even leave the marina.” He laughed low, the sound sending heat straight between my legs. We’d barely slept last night after round three in the shower. My bo