Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

Now, here I was, kneeling and crying at his mercy to save the one I truly loved. But what did he want from me? What would he have me do to prove all he just said? I wasn't his. I'd never been his. I didn't want to be his. I want to be Jake's. Whatever delusions or fantasies he harbored about us in that dark, possessive mind of his, none of them were real. Kester remains my stepbrother, and no matter what he says or thinks, calling me MINE doesn't make me HIS.

God, his fingers—firm, insistent, like he owned every inch of me. "A tight little virgin you were, clenching around me like you were born for it." Those words echoed in my head, dirty and possessive, making my panties flood with wetness all over again. I pressed my thighs together, hating how my body craved more of that dark dominance, even as dread clawed at my chest from the decadence. He was my stepbrother, for fuck's sake. Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to.

He fucked me like he hated me, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. “Say it,” he growled, hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. “I’m your little sister… I belong to you… breed me, Damien… please fill me with your baby!” “Gonna pump you so full tonight. Gonna breed my own little sister until your belly swells. You want my baby, don’t you?” “Yes! Breed me… fill me up… I want your baby inside me!” “Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.”

His gaze flickered to mine, waiting for me to deny it, but before I could, Xavier leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “She’s a bit shy about it,” Xavier added, voice laced with amusement. “But yeah, she’s ours.” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” I spun toward them, glaring. “I’m not yours.” Lucas’ expression darkened, looking between me and them like he was trying to piece together a very disturbing puzzle. “Stepbrothers… and mates?” Rolex grinned. “Crazy, right? Fate works in mysterious ways.” Lucas did not look amused.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

“This time there will be no putting her back together! She’s going to be ruined!” I held the phone so tight, I heard the plastic crack. I brought it closer to my lips, my voice a deep, angry growl. “If any of these things happen to her by the time we get back to her, I will do more than just take away your shiny life, Elena. I will buy your life, and when it’s in the palm of my hands, I will squeeze until there’s nothing left.” I ended the call and threw the phone on the table. I turned to my brothers. They had that same dark look in their eyes, their jaws clenched.

Now that I know that my step-brothers are as single as the next-door single man, I wasn't planning on leaving the pack. Even if they demand for me to leave, I won't leave until I've gotten them where I want them to be. I might not be their mate, but there is one thing I was certain of. My stepbrothers are mine. And I would make them mine. Even if it means I get to tie them to the bed, I would do what it takes, to make them mine. I won't repeat the mistakes I made three years ago. I won't give them up anymore.

Chase nudged me when I didn't answer. "Sorry, I was thinking about something. What were you saying?" I said and smiled at him. I should be focusing on Chase instead of thinking about Adrian all the time, I thought to myself. "I said, your stepbrother really hates me for some reason. Did I do something wrong that I don't know about? Or is he like that with every guy in your life? I just don't understand." Chase raised his eyebrows.

, she asked, adjusting her dress properly and blocking out all noise, making her way to her stepfather, ignoring the shock she could clearly see painted on some people’s faces, like they couldn’t believe their kind Hartie Rothschild could go years without any communication with her older sister. There was more they didn’t know. Her stepfather glanced at her with a controlled expression, neither disgust nor joy present on his features. Brilliant actors, the whole family. “Happy birthday, stepfather”, she whispered softly, stretching out her present to him from her bag. He smiled tightly and directed his assistant to drop it among the pile of presents, even though it was small and could get lo

“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.