Stepbrother's Dark Desire Novelas e Histórias

I gripped her ass harder and angled her so every thrust dragged against the spot that made her shake. “You going to come on your stepbrother’s cock, Emma? Right here against the wall like the dirty little thing you are?” “Yes fuck Rhys..” “Then do it. Come for me. And remember who owns this orgasm while you do.” She broke with a broken cry, walls clamping down around me so tight I almost followed her over. I held back, fucking her through it, chasing my own release with hard, deep strokes until I buried myself one last time and came hard, flooding her while the thought of breeding her marking her from the inside made the climax hit even harder.

"They're obviously waiting for us, and they won't leave until we give them a statement." I pulled my hand free from his. "You don't need to hold my hand through this. We're not exactly a couple, so there's no need to pretend to be the perfect boyfriend." I left before he could respond, my brother following closely behind. As we stepped into the elevator, Caspian joined us, adjusting his tie with a practiced gesture, his poker face unwavering. When the doors slid open next, my eyes met Patrick’s. "Hold my hand," I whispered to Caspian, taking his calloused yet warm hand and intertwining our fingers.

Betrayal was a thing here, but someone like him had the guts. “You should thank your stars that Elowen exists. As you can see, I have been slipping up lately, and I have lost touch with my dark sides.” I walked around him with my eyes bored at him. “My mind wants to do a lot of things for you. Torture you until you bleed through your eyes, cut off your head and hang it on a pole close to Guilia’s bedroom, so that she will be reminded that she cannot be with a man who betrays her father, but…” I grabbed his neck tightly, raising his face, and staring into his eyes, which held a lot of fear.

"His dad paid for a private room at a massive restaurant, Leo. Yes." "Handsome?" I thought about the broad shoulders, the tailored dark jacket, and the sharp jawline that made him look like a complete stranger. I felt a weird, painful knot in my throat and forced it down. "I guess. If you like the intimidating, model-type look." "Annoying?" "Extremely. He spent the whole night staring at me like I was a puzzle." Leo leaned back, shaking his head with a laugh. "So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?"

A thin trail of smoke drifted into the air. "Control yourself. "Don't show that face when we get home," he commanded coldly. "If you breathe a single word to your mother about what happened today, I cannot guarantee the safety of the people you care about out there. Do you understand?" I could only remain silent, hugging myself in the middle of that desolate loading dock. Not only was my stepbrother mysterious, but he also occupied the highest position in the food chain I had just entered. "Let’s go," he said, pulling the car door open roughly. "Enough drama for today. We need to dispose of the evidence of this car."

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

It felt as though he had been possessed by a dark and dangerous demon, or was he always like this but didn't show it? “You haven't met him for the past few years, you don't expect him to be the same when you meet him again” A voice chipped into my head, I heaved a sigh and turned to the other side of the bed. My endless encounter with so many people who never cared for me and planned to use me has made me suspicious of my only brother. Although he was my stepbrother, he protected me like I was his blood sister back then. I could never forget his unwavering love towards me then.

“If my sister can't do it, I am willing, Mister Bruce.” Mateo laughed. “Are you willing to be my mistress?” “No. Your wife!” Mateo sighed and stood up. Clementine was not letting him go but he pulled himself away from her. He immediately saw the disapproval in her expression and frustration. But even though Mateo wanted to try flirting with her, he just couldn't. He doesn't feel anything about her. Even the feeling of temptation. “I already have a wife. You should realize that what you're doing right now is immoral. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Mateo looked at her in disgust. Then he walked away from the place.

It was definitely through the churchy pretense folded in a seductive mask. She was honestly a skilled actor and this time it had paid off big. Good for her. But bad for me. My bully can never be my step brother, I mean what's worse was that I was insanely sexually attracted to him. Imagine jerking off to your step brother? That's an insane taboo journey. And I know damn well, Derek wasn't excited about this whole thing, he may be calm, but his calm moment was definitely dangerous.

And further, only inches away from the band of his briefs before he grips my wrist to stop me. “I'm your stepfather, Emma.” I bore my eyes into his. Our lips dangerously close as I flicker my gaze between his sexy eyes and even hotter lips. “But not my father,” I whisper, biting a bit of my lip. “What do you want?” I force my arm free out of his grip and satisfy my longing need to touch him. He lets me feel his dick through his briefs and I've never gotten any wetter just from a contact. It's veiny. And huge..fucking huge. I almost moan at the thoughts of the things he'll do to me with it.