Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

I asked him suspiciously and recalled the moment the other day at lunch when Rowen told me about his son named Zayn and my eyes began to get wide. I gulped and chuckled nervously before adding further, “Um, Za – Zayn…?” “Yes, Zayn, my son…” Rowen said and they walked towards us while Zayn kept glaring at me. “Your stepbrother” He added, smiling widely and my eyes widened more while my heart skipped a beat and I could feel the ground slipping under my feet. “St – Stepbrother…?” I whispered to myself and kept looking at him anxiously while mom walked towards Rowen and they began to talk about something. Zayn was still glaring at me and I breathed heavily in shock.

“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.”

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

It was just a random pull, but Liz found herself stunned at the bold title. My Stepbrother Is My Lover. Her face twisted in disgust. She stared at the title for a moment longer than she should have. Seriously? She had expected ancient books. History. Something important. Not… this. Did Damien read this? Was this some sort of fetish? She shoved the book back into place, frowning. “I would never read something like that,” she muttered. She turned and nearly collided with someone. A man stood behind her. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Impossibly handsome in a way that didn’t feel human. Well, that’s probably because he wasn’t human.

A kind of pleasant frown while he breathed in and out with his mouth. Don had never looked scarier. I closed my eyes again and pictured his mother. His sexier, more sensual stepbrother. Jay on the other had had his deep-set green eyes on me, monitoring my preferences, asking what I liked. His hands on my boobs were not rough and needy. They were rejuvenating, yet firm. I liked the way Jay owned me.

But the moment his mismatched eyes meet hers, the moment his hands trace over what he’s been silently dreaming about for years… resisting becomes impossible. SOLD TO MY BROTHER’S BESTIE A dark, forbidden, addictive romance where desire burns hotter than loyalty, control teeters on the edge of obsession, and the man she was told to see as a brother becomes the only man she can’t escape.

But my brain doesn’t listen. I picture his hands sliding down from my hair. Over my shoulders. Along my sides. Clutching my waist as they did in the kiss, only tighter. Possessive. I imagine him pushing me against a wall. His mouth on my neck. While I’m tangling my fingers in his hair and he — Heat pools low in my stomach. This is bad. This is very bad." I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. He’s my stepbrother. He’s infuriating. He thinks omegas are lower than him.

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”