All Chapters of Addicted to My Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Tamara."Julian’s voice was rough. His hand left the gear shift and clamped onto my knee. My breath caught hard.He looked at me, desire burning through his blue eyes. "Ive been watching you all week, you little slut. I saw you walking up and down this house in those little shorts showing me your tight ass, pretending to bend over so that I could see that amazing body of yours teasing my cock, you know what your doing dont you Tam?” Walking past my room with your nipples poking through your top, knowing your step-brother is stroking his cock thinking about ruining you.”“No.” I'm not… I stammered.“Bullshit.” His hand pull up my thigh, rough and greedy, His fingers digging into my soft flesh. “You want this. You’ve been dripping for your stepbro cock all week, right?”He put his fingers into my waistband and ripped my shorts down in one yank. My soaked pussy was exposed, my juices dripping down my thighs already. He didn’t wait. Two thick fingers slammed into me, digging deep, stretc

The dining room was filled with the smell of rosted chicken, butter, and warm bread. The room echoed with the sound of clinking glasses. I nibbled at my food, not really tasting any of it.Across from me, Julian looked as if he just walked out of a boardroom meeting. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms and his tie was loosened, responding to Andrew's questions in a deep voice that had my pussy clenched."So," Andrew asked Julian, "how's Meridian?""Busy. We're expanding, planning on hiring a few new people within the next couple of weeks."My heart skipped a beat. I looked down at my food, trying to hide my sudden interest, before looking back up at Julian and clearing my throat."I've actually been thinking about looking for a new job."There was an awkward silence as the whole table turned their attention to me. Andrew raised a curious brow."Oh?" he said.I gave a small nod. "I was wondering if there were any openings at Meridian."A long, tense pause hung between us as his gaz

The photo sat on my phone screen like a grenade with the pin pulled.In it, the dark glass behind us reflected Julian and me. My cheek was pressed against the cold wood while he held me against him.How the hell did he get this? The message beneath it read.Tell anyone and this goes to your mother. Let's talk soon, Tamara.didn't sleep.Three-fifteen. Four-twenty. Five-oh-eight. The numbers kept changing while I stared at the ceiling.Derek. My mum's face crumpling the second she saw the photo. Andrew finding out his own son had bent me over a conference table. Everything I'd been trying to hold together would explode.But Julian... that thought hurt the most.Would the photo change anything for him? Or had I been nothing more than a mistake he'd bury the moment things got messy?I replayed every touch, every look, every word from that night, searching for something I'd missed.When morning came, would he still be the man who held me? Or just my stepbrother again?"Motherfucker," I wh

My wrist throbbed with every heartbeat. I pulled my sleeve down over the dark blue bruise, holding my bag strap tightly as the elevator doors opened.The office was quiet. The overhead lights hummed, someone typing far off. I kept my chin up and my eyes on the floorboards right in front of my feet. One step. Two steps. Three stepsDon't look at his office.I could feel it on my left anyway, heavy, like a shadow with weight. Two days ago I'd watched him fucking his secretary right In that office. ohh God i dont wanna think about it.I bit the inside of my lip until I tasted copper. I walked faster towards my desk in the back corner. My spine stayed stiff. I didn't turn my head, not even a little.A hard hand grabbed my arm without warning.His skin was hot. It burned right through my clothes. Before I could catch my balance, my feet slipped on the smooth floor. He pulled me hard into a small, dark storage room off the main hallway.He kicked the heavy door shut behind us. Click. The lo

Something dug into my cheek.I winced and pushed myself up, my palm scraping over rough concrete. Cold clung to my skin, sinking through the oversized T-shirt hanging off my body. I blinked hard.Thin strips of sunlight slipped through the filthy windows, spilling across abandoned canvases and empty paint tubes scattered around the studio.My entire body ached. A dull, relentless reminder of the way Julian had held me down. The weight of his hands on my hips. The sounds we'd swallowed. The mess we'd left behind on the painter's tarp.I sat up slowly, clutching the oversized T-shirt to my chest. My breath caught before I could steady it.I squeezed my eyes shut. His hands. His mouth. The weight of him.A shiver ran through me before I could stop it."Damn it."I bit the inside of my cheek until the sharp sting drowned out the memory.Focus, Tamara.I scrambled across the dusty floorboards on my hands and knees. I reached under the main easel, carefully reaching into the lining behind o