Step Brother Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

“Ugh!” Then suddenly a familiar headache struck. [Not content with stealing my family, my position…… you dare to even steal Harper?] The part where William says he was ‘robbed’ by Gabriel came to mind again. ‘What! And his sworn enemy older brother Gabriel was actually not blood-related?! An adoptee trying to take over BK Group by doing such cruel and ruthless things?! Wow, what a crazy dysfunctional family…….’ Then the muttering I had done while reading the novel before came to mind.

“Even after they destroyed you, this cunt still grips me like it was made for your big brother’s cock.” He’s inside me. My stepbrother is fucking me raw in public. Everyone can see him breeding his own sister. The thought sent me spiraling. Each thrust was savage. Deep. Claiming. His balls slapped against my ass as he drove into me over and over. The crowd watched in rapt silence, some stroking themselves openly. Marcus leaned down, biting my neck, my tits, leaving fresh marks over the dried wax. “Mine,” he snarled against my skin. “This body. This pussy. This womb. All fucking mine.” He reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. “Come on my cock, Lena. Show them how har

"Is this safe? Emotionally? Because fake dating your future stepbrother sounds like a thesis on self-destruction." The real feelings: quiet. Watching me. Reading between every line. "It stopped being fake a long time ago," I said. "I don't know exactly when. Maybe the night he told me about his mom. Maybe before that. Maybe the bar. I don't know. But it's real and it's terrifying and I don't have a plan." "The kitchen table," she said. Flat. "What about it?" "You said you swept his books off the table. During a fight. And had sex on it." She blinked. "You had angry sex on a kitchen table with your stepbrother over a Gatsby essay."

Larkin broke into this big grin and Callie grabbed my arm across the table. “To who” Vesper demanded leaning forward so fast her hair fell in her face. “Spill it right now Izzy. Do not leave us hanging like this.” I took another sip feeling my cheeks get warm but it was more from the anger than anything else. “To Riven” I said. “Yeah that Riven. The hockey guy everyone knows from the team. And get this he is my new stepbrother. Our parents got into some kind of agreement and got married while I was too busy losing my damn virginity to even tell you guys about any of it.”

If I had expected the perfect boy to sweep me off my feet, I must have been mistaken. Even my instincts screamed the same thing, wondering what could possibly go wrong if I finally exposed my heart to this bad guy. Fuck, he is my stepbrother, yet why do I perceive him as more? I nudged his head closer, flicking my palm deeper into his hair. Max sighed, and his sound made me feel more important than I ever had. If I could make Max swoon, maybe I wasn't as horrible as Evan made me out to be, something more intriguing and desirable.

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 pressed my forehead harder into the sheets with a frustrated groan. Because why not? He had been my biggest enemy for a year. He was now technically my stepbrother. He had never once, not even for a moment, treated me like I was worth basic decency. Both as a classmate and now as a family member either. He lacked respect. So I needed to understand why. Why had the only thought in my entire head been to stay exactly where I was when his soft lucious lips and demanding mouth had touched and taken over mine? Why had my body foolishly responded to his touch?

"Are you kidding me right now? Damien is mine! My mate! I shouldn't have to fight with you, you should leave him alone because he's mated to me! Why is that so difficult for you to wrap your head around? Or are you going to cast a spell on me too?" "You shouldn't be with him!" She yelled back at me. "He's your step-brother therefore you two cannot be together! He should be mine! Mine!" "Well good thing he's not yours then Nyx. You don't even know him, you're just a brat who heard the word no for the first time and threw a tantrum because of it." She jumped on me then, knocking me to the ground.

came, to this, to him fucking my sister. Oh God no. What have I become? Someone who enjoys watching her sister's pussy plundered by her stepbrother. No God no. It is not that way. There is... there is a different explanation for this. My thoughts dwelled on the act I had just committed, then I saw him walk toward me with his cock glistening with Avery's juice. His thick, wet cock bobbed with each step he took. Then he stopped right in front of my chair, so close I could smell their sex on him.