Novel & Cerita Step Brother Romance Books

“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…”

*Welcome to Exploit, book 2 of the step brother series! You have now entered into the sequel, where things will start to take a dramatic twist. This portion is a bit of a slow burner so please, buckle up your seatbelt and please stay along for the ride. For my twisted readers… I promise it’ll be worth it.* ~ Trigger Warning~ This portion of the book is for mature audiences only. This book is about an abusive relationship. Mentally, and physically. I really wanted to make the reader feel as though they are Amber and experience this with her while being able to see all sides of things.

After our parents died three years ago, it was just me and my stepbrother left. He took care of me, and we shared more than what siblings were supposed to share. He always reminded me that we didn’t share the same blood and that I could moan his name while he spanked my ass. I tried to brush off his words, but deep down, I knew I had feelings for him. I mean… who wouldn’t? “I told you, Kiara, if you spread your legs open for me, I won’t bring another girl into our house,” he murmured, his voice low.

But this person declared to himself that I am his little brother and that he is my stepbrother. Tsk. He is really annoying but I used to it because of his persistence. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

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.

That I had no idea what was going because I was lost in the sweet sinful memory of my stepbrother and me? That I had let him cup my breast, squeezing my nipples and instead of pushing him away, I wanted more of it? Or that I had run because I knew nothing I was supposed to say because I sat there wanting more kisses from the one lips I was supposed to avoid? No! There was nothing to say. My cheeks burned instantly, Romy wouldn’t believe there was actually nothing to say… I can’t possibly explain I was falling so hard for my stepbrother and I couldn’t control it.

“You can't drink just because you're jealous of a phone,” I bolt up but end up losing my balance and falling on his chest; he catches me. Hiccups. “Why should I be jealous? You're my stepbrother, you can marry the damn phone if you want,” I place my hands on his strong chest and inhale. He smells nice, too nice! I can almost taste his cologne on my tongue. With my mind stuck in a haze, I lean in and brush my nose at the line between his neck and shoulder, drinking in more of his scent. “You smell so nice. Why do you smell so nice!” I clench his shirt, pull him close, and hold him tight. “You are my stepbrother, you shouldn't smell so nice.”

He is his step brother . A thousand reasons flooded her mind, each more alarming than the last. What would her father say? What would people think? How could she ever face Julian again, knowing the boundaries they had shattered? 'julian is her Stepbrother .' That thought alone made her chest tighten with dread. How could I have let this happen?

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 glanced at him, noticing the shadow that crossed his face—the same one I had seen yesterday, when the rumors had exploded like wildfire. “Sometimes sacrifices are necessary,” his stepbrother continued, eyes flicking toward Ian briefly before returning to me. “People get hurt along the way. That’s life. But not all hurt is malicious. Ian knows this. He… he just struggles with boundaries. And when he feels trapped, he lashes out.” The words landed like a blow. I realized then that Ian’s stepbrother wasn’t just controlling; he was a shield and a cage, all at once. Ian had been caught between his brother’s world and his own, and I had been dragged unknowingly into the crossfire.