Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother. Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want. °°° Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in. °°° Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

A small, amused smile spread across my lips as I walked toward her, my steps slow and deliberate. “Let me tell you something about this boyfriend of yours,” I murmured, my tone sharp. “He’s nothing more than a dickhead. You’re here today, he’ll bring another girl tomorrow, so don’t be proud of yourself, you’re just here for today,” I added, my gaze locking onto hers as anger flickered across her face. “I thought you left,” my brother’s voice echoed as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence immediately shifting the tension in the room. He wore nothing but a pair of long black trousers, his dark eyes fixed on me, his hair falling slightly across his face.

Right now, I am being thrust against the wall as he rams into me with so much force. I can’t count how many orgasms I have gone through, how many times I have shattered with the blissful feeling of having my stepbrother fucked the hell out of me, and I have to admit I am already sore but I can’t seem to have enough of him. My body wants him to keep thrusting me against every corner in the damn room until there is no more earth-shattering orgasm racking through me. “My slutty little stepsister can't get enough of… *thrust*… my… *thrust*… cock…”

I could feel our bodies getting hotter, and my private getting wetter as he pumped faster. But the fire that was burning inside us, was suddenly quenched. “What the fuck?!” I uttered in frustration as I felt myself drenched in cold water. “Wake up, dumbass.” The voice made me groan in annoyance as I shot him a glare. Mike, the Alpha of Sinister Pack; and unfortunately, my ever-evil stepbrother.

Only pain. Delicious, gut wrenching pain. My eyes drop to his waist. The sight of his hard bulge sends heat rushing to my face, and I wonder if Sloane makes him this hard…this hungry. “Stay right there.” He steps back and just stares, jaw ticking, fists clenching. Here I am, butt naked, spread open for my bossy stepbrother, and he’s savoring every moment like I’m his last meal. “Tell me, love, do you ever think of me?” He steps closer, eyes dark.

"Not anymore." Riven dropped onto the couch beside me, so close our thighs touched. "Those assholes won’t bother you again. We made sure of that." My heart was racing. Being this close to them — three naked, incredibly attractive alpha stepbrothers covered in the blood of my enemies — was doing dangerous things to my body. My pussy was getting wet. I could smell my own arousal mixing with their strong alpha scents. Draven noticed. His thumb brushed slowly over my lower lip, wiping away a small speck of dirt. His gray eyes locked onto mine.

Zayn started and then added to me, “You are my stepsister… Everyone is having fun with these drinks and my stepsister stays deprived of that? No, I can’t let that happen” “I don’t want these drinks of yours…” I said and then added to him, “I don’t drink alcohol… I am not someone who would drink and do crazy things and forget about it the other morning… That’s what people like you do…” “I see… Then stepsister..." He started and leaned towards me. “Wait and watch what people like me can do…” He warned and walked away from there while I kept looking at him in horror…

“He’ll show up this time. I just know it. I can’t wait for us to be a real family again.” “Me too,” I lied, throat tight. We talked for another minute about travel plans before I hung up. When I looked back at the table, both twins were watching me. “Still no clue who your new stepbrother is?” Daisy asked. “Nope.” I shoved my phone into my pocket. “He’s dodged every single meeting. Maybe he’ll finally appear at the wedding. Who knows.” Daniel leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Well, whoever he is, I hope he’s not as much of an asshole as Damian Prescott. You’ve already got one rich jock complicating your life.”