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.

He stared at the sight before him: his stepdaughter, pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his stepson, their bodies joined in a wet, messy rhythm. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Lucas’s heavy breathing and the slow, rhythmic *slap* of his hips against mine one last time before he stiffened and came, filling me with a hot, triumphant load. Lucas didn't pull away immediately. He looked over his shoulder at Silas, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his lips. "Hey, pops," Lucas panted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're just in time for the finale."

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

Stephanie’s POV: When I finished eating, I went back to my room since there was nothing else to occupy my time. I grabbed a book from the small stack on my desk and settled onto my bed, allowing myself to sink into the soft mattress. My body sprawled across the bed as I began to read. At least, I tried to read. The words blurred on the pages, refusing to stick in my mind. My thoughts wandered, drifting to places I didn’t want them to go—specifically, from one brother to another.

I had no idea what I was walking into. But I knew one thing for sure: Tonight, I wasn’t just visiting my stepbrother. I was offering myself to him. And something told me he was more than ready to take everything I had to give. I followed Rhys up the narrow wooden staircase, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it over the muffled bass still thumping from downstairs. His hand stayed on my lower back the entire way — warm, steady, and far too intimate for a stepbrother. Every time his thumb brushed against the strip of bare skin where my crop top had ridden up, a fresh shiver raced down my spine.

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

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.

Beside me, Killian shifted too. We were naked. Shit… This is embarrassing! No words were spoken. No movements made. Just our heavy, uneven breaths. I looked down, hugging my knees, unable to meet his gaze. Then he stood. He stared at me for a second longer… and ran into the house like the wind, and without saying a single word. I stayed there, frozen, trying to steady my breath, trying to calm the loud pounding in my chest. What just happened? Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

Title: Stepbrother's Secret Premise: When her mother remarries a wealthy businessman, 18-year-old Ava is thrust into a luxurious new life she never asked for—and under the same roof as her infuriatingly charming stepbrother, Leo. Cold, controlling, and off-limits, Leo is everything Ava resents. But one late night, she finds out his desire for her is just as dangerous as hers is for him. ********************************************************* “You and your mother are just here for his money.”

I stood near the edge of the family section in a soft grey dress that felt too formal for how hollow my chest had become, and watched my mother walk toward the altar on the arm of a man I still barely knew. Richard waited for her with the same composed expression he wore at every dinner. My mother’s smile was perfect and distant. I searched their faces for something real some spark, some private warmth and found almost nothing. They looked like two people completing a transaction. The realization sat cold in my stomach. What was pushing her into this? Money? Security? Something else she had never told me? The questions circled while the officiant began to speak, and none of them had answers.