Possessive Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

“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.

I smiled, turning my head to kiss his jaw, right along the stubble. “I seduced my big brother,” I murmured, clenching my pussy around his softening cock. “And I’m nowhere near finished.” He groaned, hips twitching. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “Good,” I whispered, rocking slowly on his lap again, feeling his cum shift inside me. “Because I plan on sitting on this cock every single night from now on.” Nikolai’s arms tightened around me possessively. “Careful, little sis,” he said, voice dropping into that dangerous register again. “You might have started this… but I’m the one who’s going to finish it.”

‎ ‎Lila screamed, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!” ‎ ‎Ren looked up at me with those wide blue eyes full of desperation and said the words that sealed everything: ‎“Marry me.” ‎ ‎I smiled down at him, sliding one arm around his waist possessively. ‎“Gladly.”

"You think I’ve been looking at you like that?" "I know you have," she breathed, a small, triumphant smile touching her lips. "The way your eyes linger on my legs when I walk into the room. The way you tense up when I accidentally brush against you in the kitchen. You've been fighting it just as much as I have." "I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing."

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."

She questioned. A hint of smile appeared on my lips before I could control it. “It is nothing.” “No, girl. Don’t give me that nothing bullshit. Sleeping over at your stepbrother’s house doesn’t mean nothing.” I rolled my eyes. “Stop calling him my stepbrother.” “Is he not? See? You even hate the sound of it. I wasn’t lying when I said you have fallen for him.” I slapped my forehead. “It isn’t my fault.” “Trust me, I understand. I’d want a little of him too if I was in your position. Hot tattooed professors like that are very rare.” She admitted. “So, did you guys have sex?” She asked.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *