Claimed By My Stepbrother Romane & Geschichten

“What? Why so soon? I haven’t even packed yet.” “Well all the necessities have been moved to Max’s home and if it’s about your clothes and shoes,you can always get new ones.” It’s mom’s turn to speak. No this can’t work. Not when this handsome freak is my stepbrother. I can’t live with him,I’ll definitely do things that I’m not supposed to. No..he’s my stepbrother,I’ll draw the line and plus,I’m sure he’s not feeling what I’m feeling,I’m the only crazy one here.

“It’s not that simple. This showcase could open doors for me after graduation. I can’t just blow it off because my stepbrother gets jealous.” The word *stepbrother* hung between us, filthy and sharp. He leaned in closer, breath warm against my ear. “Jealous? Princess, I’m way past jealous. I’m territorial as hell over what’s mine. And you’ve been mine since the second I walked through that door and saw you in those tiny sleep shorts.” I shivered despite the heat. His hand slid higher, under the hem of my shorts, teasing the edge of my panties. “Damien… we’re outside. The neighbors—”

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

I left out the specifics about who Dante was, sticking to generalities about a guy I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about—a guy who also happened to infuriate me at every turn. “Sounds like he’s in your head,” Sofia said when I finished. “You think?” I muttered, glaring at the ceiling. “So, what’s the problem?” I hesitated again, the words catching in my throat. Finally, I blurted out, “He’s my stepbrother.” There was a long pause. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Stepbrother?” “Yes.” “Like… related by marriage stepbrother?” “Yes,” I said again, my voice quieter now.

I can recall the amount of excitement I felt when he said the words, "You're next". Disappointment settled in my bones at the realization that I actually wanted to be next. I wanted to be teased and played with like a game. It left a feeling of want within me. I hate it. He's my psycho stepbrother, and I'm fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him. Maybe I'm just as crazy as he is.

You see, one thing I mastered after being my father's daughter is that tears don't look demure on a beautiful face like me. I have seen and been through so much to cry over an asshole who thinks I am not enough. If Ryan needed that satisfaction when he announced our breakup,then he will have to wait for his next target. “ You look like a mess.” A deep familiar voice sounded from across the room. My eyes scanned the area until they landed on him. Zander fucking Johnston, my stepbrother. A groan left my lips involuntarily. “ What the hell are you doing here? This is my house.” I snarled, a scorching glare fixed on his face.

How could I be so stupid! My phone buzzed in that moment and it was from Damien. It was a picture of him naked in his bed, his bed which was empty. "She's gone, don't worry." It read and my heart seemed to recede back to it's normal position in my chest. I let out a deep sigh of relief. However, I still could not rest as I walked back to the bed and sat down, why would I be mated to my brother!?

I stepped bαck α little‚ my voice dropping. “There αre so mαny things keeping us αpαrt‚ Killiαn. Cαn’t you see thαt? It’s not just the cαmpαign. It’s everything. It’s your mom αnd my dαd. They’re mαrried. You’re my stepbrother. People won’t ever look pαst thαt.”