Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

I pushed, trying to resist him. “My new stepsister”, Hayden whispered. The desire and passion in his voice made me shiver. “Keep your hands to yourself”, I warned, my chest heaving. “Okay, Grace, but you melted into my kiss” He smirked. “You forced me”, I denied. “I’m your stepsister, so please keep your hands to yourself.f” “Sister?” Hayden scoffed. “Why don’t you go tell the parents” He blew hot air in my ears, making my knees weak.

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

I don’t know if that made me the worst freak in the world, but I found it relatively easy to actually pardon my forbidden feelings for the one who was supposed to be a brother, and all thanks to Sebastian’s company. That didn’t mean that he had uprooted all I felt for Poseidon; the kind of hold that boy had on me was far too strong to be uprooted by just a fight and bike rides. And it pissed me off to a greater extent to see that he still lived in my mind, rent-free and controlling a bigger part of me and my senses. I had been such a fool to give my all to my stepbrother. Honestly, how did I assume all of this to end? For Gabriel to step forward and give me a bear hug and a soft slap on the

He probably forgot because there's no way he'd just sleep with me if judging by what he has right now, he can get any girl he wants. "I didn't expect that we would meet again under these circumstances." Wow, how could he said that so casually? It's fine if he thinks it's just a one-night stand, but doesn't he feel awkward because we're about to become family? "I hope you don't say anything to our parents about what we did last night. Let's pretend that nothing ever happened between us. So let's forget the past and in the future we'll be a harmonious family, me as your stepsister and you as my stepbrother."

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

Her gaze dropped to the waistband of his pants. He was hard. Painfully hard. A growl rumbled in his throat. “Your scent… it’s driving me insane.” Layla backed into the wall. “You’re my stepbrother.” “I don’t care,” he said hoarsely. “My wolf doesn’t care.” She shook her head. “You can’t… You’re stronger. Just fight it.” He stepped forward, gaze locked on her. “I’ve been fighting it since the moment you stepped out of that damn car.”

I've totally lost my mind for letting my step-brother touch me in an improper way. A way that only lovers does. While his right hand fondled with my ass cheeks, the other hand cupped my right boobs, pinching my nipple. Pain and pleasure coursed through my body and a soft moan escaped my lips into his mouth. “So fucking soft, Sunshine…” I wanted more… I hated that I wanted more from this morally grey man. From this step-brother of mine. “More…” My pleadings came out as needy moan. Ruslan slowly broke the kiss, his eyes hooded with desire, want, lust.

Only to see him now as my step brother,how is that acceptable,after having such romance,am not accepting that l nodded my head, as he is still on me gazing at me with so much longing,that night was my best day ever he whispered to my ear,his voice calm and seductive,l grabbed him and turn him around now on top him with legs crossed across his waist ,l could feel his dick already hard in his trouser, you want us to do it he asked,l want you it but he's now my step brother,but l fucking love him this isn't something we started today, l don't think l could resist this feeling, just then l kissed him passionately refusing to let go of him,he pulled my bra as l kiss him and my breast pop out show

"You're. Mine." "I'm not a possession!" But even as she said it, her body betrayed her....her pulse racing, her thighs pressing together, heat pooling low in her belly at his possessive rage. "Yes, you are." He walked toward her, leaving bloody footprints on the pristine floor. "You've been mine since the moment I decided you were. And I don't share." "You don't get to decide...." His mouth crashed onto hers, brutal and claiming, tasting like bourbon and possession.