Stepbrother's Dark Desire Novels & Stories

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard. He is as annoying as ever. But in a way, I hate to admit that he is right. I mean, this is him, my stepbrother, the ever-annoying one. Why am I aroused by him? Am I even normal? What sort of abominable affection is this? I should have jumped right on his ass as soon as I saw him, cursing him for making me leave my busy schedule and come all the way here, yet here I am, ogling him as if he were a piece of meat that I could devour in a minute. What the fuck?

she asked, her voice clueless. He huffed a little breath of laughter. Aria furrowed her brows. The man in front of her seemed more like the Liam she knew years ago, the mischievous tyrant that had forced his way into her heart. She didn’t like that. She wanted her singular memory of him being how he left her to the wolves. “That’s all I am to you? Brother? How about the father of your bastard son?,” he asked, stepping closer and tilting his head downward to put them at eye level.

Daemon ordered. I tried to argue but Daemon wasn’t even sparing me a glance. He didn’t act like I existed at that point. “Will she be going nude?” Desire asked. “Yes,” Daemon replied and I felt my heart sink. Did I hear him correctly? He wanted me to go naked to please him and his friend. “I can’t.” I shook my head. “It would be better if you kill me now.”

He hooks a thumb under my chin, tilting my face to him. “I need a shower…” He nods slowly, gaze fixed on my lips. “Yeah, we really do.” We. Me and him. Nina and Cassian. So wrong, yet so fucking right. I don't know what's true, but I know one thing— I'm soaking wet. All for him. My stepbrother. My temptation.

“I could’ve used this the moment you walked in. But I wanted to give you a choice. See? I’m being nice.” “You’re insane,” I whispered, my voice shaking with equal parts fear and fury. “Insane?” he repeated, chuckling darkly. “No, baby girl. I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And I’ve wanted you for a very, very long time.” “You’re my brother!” I shouted, the words bursting out of me in a desperate attempt to make him see reason. His smile faltered, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Stepbrother,” he corrected, his tone icy. “And stop saying that like it means something. You’ve never been just my sister to me. You’re mine.”

“Stay the hell away from me.” He let his hand drop. “When these six weeks are over, we go back to being strangers. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I held his gaze long enough to make sure he saw exactly how little that promise meant to me. “Good night, stepbrother.” Then I turned and walked away, refusing to look back. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was watching me leave, and I hated that some part of me desperately wanted him to follow.

“You’re going to get us killed, you crazy bitch. This is so fucked up—” I unzip his jeans with trembling fingers, desperate to feel more. The taboo is burning me alive—he’s my stepbrother, the one who always scolds me, the one I’m never supposed to want. But right now all I can think about is wrapping my lips around that thick cock and sucking him dry while he calls me every filthy name in the book.

He hissed. I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t know why I was still having doubts about it. I mean, I was being a responsible person by considering the fact that we were step siblings. It was one of the reasons why I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her yet. I didn’t want to break her heart or rip the family apart because it’d be a taboo relationship. “I know.” I muttered. It’s already hard controlling myself around her. If it continued, I was surely going to fuck her. Corleone was also needy of it so why not?

A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. But I wanted this, didn’t I? He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-"