Romans & histoires My Possessive Stepbrother

“I know Im surprised too, she told me today, said she was scared of telling me that, he is about your age actually “, he said. “Finally Im getting a brother yayy”. “You’re talking things too far,I didn’t say we are getting married. She’s just coming for dinner and she wants to relocate permanently here if she sees the town is good enough for her”, he said. “So thats why Youre here bubbling with joy, look at the way youre smiling “. He blushed deeply, “Shes a really sweet woman, honestly “, he said. “Well I can’t wait to meet my new step mom and my new step brother “, I teased.

The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him. Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my pussy throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.

I laughed, “You being possessive is cute” “I am not possessive” he denied, “You are, Is just that you are cute when you are” I disagree, he sat up and glared at me. “Okay, I agree” he lowered his eyes, I pulled him into a hug. Letting the world around us melt away, I haven't wanted any one badly in my life except Micah and Kira. After my mom left, I always learned not get attached or have anything serious but with Florian… He is my stepbrother and I don't want to let go of him.

Simone walked almost reflexively up the stairs to her place. She had to pinch herself a couple of times to make sure she was awake… and lo and behold, it was no dream. William, her stepbrother whom she had been daydreaming about since her college days, had asked her to be his lover.

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

“You have to stay in control. He’s your stepbrother. That’s all he is. That’s all he’ll ever be.” But my reflection didn’t look convinced. And deep inside, neither was I.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

His storm-gray eyes pinned me. “You mentioned a classmate helping you with the final pieces yesterday. Some guy named Tyler?” The casual tone didn’t match the edge in his jaw. A spark of satisfaction flared in my chest. “Jealous, stepbrother?” “Possessive,” he corrected, stepping between my knees and tilting my chin up with two fingers. “There’s a difference. And yeah, I don’t like the idea of some college prick putting his hands on what’s mine.” “I’m not yours.” The words came out automatic, but they felt thinner every time I said them.

"That boy has no claim on you." Something hot flashed through me at his possessive tone. "He's my stepbrother." "Stepbrother," Ronan repeated, like the word tasted bitter. "Not blood. Not packed. Just a boy who happened to share one night with you." My face burned. "How do you know about that?" "I can smell him on you still. Faintly." His eyes darkened to deep gold. "It drives my wolf insane." I pressed my back harder against the wall. This was too much. Too intense. Too crazy.