Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

Rich into rich huh? I opened the doors almost immediately after the call. I can feel my hungry stomach growling. Mom is out of town with her husband so I guess I'm really stuck with my rude step brother. I was beginning to think my attraction to him was my punishment. This was karma. While he had touched me, I’d wished for someone else, and that someone came in the form of him being my step brother. I heard my step brother in the foyer talking with some associate. I understood my attraction to the man. His hands were rough, his voice deep, his presence commanding . . . he checked all the boxes I needed but didn’t want.

It makes me cringe on the inside because I don't want to be in love with my brother for goodness sakes. "Um, I'm gonna go down to the lobby." I say, dismissing myself as I begin to reach for the door. "I'll come with." Jack rushes as he slips out the door, following me close behind. "Jack we’re stepbrother and sister, I can't deal with the fact that I'm in love with my stepbrother." I sigh, feeling stressed as we step into the elevator. "We're not going to be step-siblings for long babe." He says nonchalantly, sending a wave of excitement and confusion through me.

"And mine alone. No one touches what belongs to me. No one." His words sent a hot, liquid thrill straight to my core, a sharp pulse of desire that made me clench my thighs together. I knew I should be disgusted by his remarks. He was my stepbrother, after all. This possessiveness was inappropriate, wrong on every level. But my heart raced, and a tremor of anticipation spread through my abdomen. I couldn't deny it – my panties were definitely soaked now. "You don't own me," I said, but my voice came out breathy and weak.

"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.

"Keep your voice low, he might return soon. Don't forget he lives here now and we are not officially siblings yet, until..." "And what if the returns?" He seethed. "You know what? I am out of here. I hope you enjoy getting your heart broken by your Half brother." He hurriedly picked up his books one after the other, storming towards the entrance, his footsteps heavy and loud as he slammed the door in my face. He was obviously jealous. He has always had a crush on me, and although he has been too timid to tell me his feelings, he doesn't have to. I care about him deeply.

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.

And why does the thought of my stepsister under me make my blood run hot? The realization that the tension I had been feeling around her for months in end and the constant need to push her buttons and all wasn’t just about breaking her. I wanted her. I wanted to screw Annalise so badly. I might have before. But now, she was my stepsister. Still, it mightn't matter. We weren't related. I knew that. Our parents might have signed a piece of paper at court, but that was the whole of it. There was no drop of blood in this equation.

“Look at you. My quiet little stepbrother on his knees, choking on my cock like you were made for it.” He moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight through my body. Saliva dripped down his chin as he worked me harder, one hand wrapping around the base he couldn’t take. His own cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, untouched. The sight of him so broken for me made something dark and possessive snap inside my chest. I tightened my grip in his hair, thrusting a little deeper, controlling the pace. He took it, eyes watering, but never pulled away. The mix of power and raw need between us was addictive. Dangerous. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to keep him like this forever.

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.