Romans & histoires My Possessive Stepbrother

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

I hate such feeling but deep down inside of me, I wish he was not my stepbrother. "You can't," I replied bluntly as though I was not battling with two conflicting emotions on the inside of me. "You are my stepbrother for crying out loud." "Yes, stepbrother not blood brother," he said and stood, he walked towards the wardrobe and turned to me all of a sudden," you know I can tell that you are horny." "The fuck! I'm not." I yelled at him. "You are, your nipples," he pointed and I lowered my head to my breast and saw my hardened nipples glaring through the top I was wearing.

I say, and Silas nods. “No, no, no, no, I do not belong to you. I do not belong to you at all. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you be so fucking depraved? It was bad enough that we were sneaking around for an orgasm here and there, but this? This possessiveness, this ownership? Yeah, you’re all bloody insane. I’m not yours. I’m never yours. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t want to roll around in sin. You’re my stepbrothers, practically my brothers!”

"Are you kidding me right now? Damien is mine! My mate! I shouldn't have to fight with you, you should leave him alone because he's mated to me! Why is that so difficult for you to wrap your head around? Or are you going to cast a spell on me too?" "You shouldn't be with him!" She yelled back at me. "He's your step-brother therefore you two cannot be together! He should be mine! Mine!" "Well good thing he's not yours then Nyx. You don't even know him, you're just a brat who heard the word no for the first time and threw a tantrum because of it." She jumped on me then, knocking me to the ground.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

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.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

With a lot more people, I didn’t feel like I was being watched by anyone, and I felt okay to have a conversation while we still moved together. “Let’s say I have had twenty-four years of experience at being one,” he said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, it was settled now. I had two stepbrothers. One Angel and one Devil.

he moaned against my lips. That sound. That broken, beautiful sound. It shattered me. But just then, a sharp sound from downstairs ruined everything. Fuck! What was I even doing?! A vase shattered downstairs, followed by the voice of my father yelling at my mother. "You always take his side!" Lucas roared. The reality of who we were crashed down on me and it broke me as I saw him like the trash he was. Stepbrothers. I pulled myself away from him immediately, gasping for air.

At least it meant he was human—more human than she had believed him to be. A much softer man. The next day, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to her stepbrother? Or was it stepson? Considering that she was sleeping with the guy’s dad. Anyway, she’d figure out the proper title later.