Stepbrother's Punishes Me Everynight Novels & Stories

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

I woke up abruptly due to a loud bang coming from somewhere in my vicinity. My whole body felt heavy and tired. I laid on my bed, trying to gather myself together so I could stand up and begin my chores. Immediately the door burst open and my step brother strode in. “Look who we have here. If it’s not the devil herself.” he said in a mocking tone. I was used to my stepsisters maltreating me but never will I ever get used to it coming from my step brother, Josh.

No one knows that he is my mate, but he is still my stepbrother, and as an Alpha family member, how dare anyone treat him with such disrespect and violence? I carried Henry in my arms, his body hot and limp. He has five, and someone laid him on cold, hard ground. I rushed him to the healer, planting his body on the bed. “Who is he?” I asked, and the healer and nurses stared at me with shock. “He’s my brother,” I said firmly, my protective instincts kicking in. “How dare someone treat him like this?” I demanded, my voice filled with anger and concern.

Just the same coldness I remembered. I forced a polite nod. “Good evening.” She didn’t reply. Then footsteps echoed from the hallway. My stepbrother. He leaned against the banister, smirking. “If it isn’t the stealer of the company. The illegitimate charity case.” My jaw clenched. My fists curled at my sides, nails digging into my palm. “Still bitter?” I said quietly. “After all these years?” His smirk deepened. “Still pretending like you belong?”

He’ll forever be an unsolved puzzle to me. “You can’t stop me. I’m just doing my part as your stepbro-“ “Oh, please! I don’t even want you as a person, what makes you think being my stepbrother is an exception?” I taunted. Our gazes locked. His was so intense that I secretly swallowed hard.

He needed him in his life as his brother back. “You called me on our birthday to wish me isn't it?” Stephano was silent. “I texted you and wished you but you didn't respond. Are you really that upset with your own brother?” Stephano gritted his teeth and in the heat of the moment his fisted hand came to punch the part of the wall beside Azazel. Azazel didn't flinch at all. Seeing his brother loosing his temper wasn't anything new or surprising. But it was surprising that Stephano almost punched his face.

To let him control my body however he wanted. And now he was my fucking stepbrother. The thought alone made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up right there on their polished floor. “I just wanted to give you security,” she added softly. Security? A bitter laugh almost escaped me at the irony of that word. Was that what she called it when she gambled away rent money? When she came home drunk and furious and beat me black and blue because I only brought home one thousand dollars? She stepped away from me, still wearing that fake smile like it belonged on a billboard, and Victor moved closer.

Lina’s POV I appreciated motivations. They helped me get things done faster. Life was a great motivator, too. It usually urged me forward using simple things like goals or words. But now, Riven had joined the mix. I needed no one to tell me that my new stepbrother was a devil. A real one. And he ruled LA. Not subtly, but fucking openly. He cut off the hands of that jerk at college without any consequences at all. The LAPD came, but they did absolutely nothing.

Should prepare myself for this new reality. Instead, I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Jules. SOS. Send help. Send wine. Send an escape plan. Her response was immediate: That bad? Worse. I'm living with Satan in a Suit. The hot stepbrother? I groaned. Don't call him that. You said he was hot. I said he was objectively attractive. There's a difference. I hate him. Sure you do. Send pics of the mansion. I want to see how the other half lives.

We often told one another what was bothering our minds, and let it all go, like we actually met in reality to talk to each other. I didn't know if I actually liked Mason or anything personal, but I was really so comfortable with telling him my worries, even if we were still close to being strangers. The night I got a stepbrother on mum's wedding night, I texted him about the latest sad thing that was going on in my life. I opened his message to see what he had sent, and was quite surprised by what he had texted. He and his father were having problems, and he was tired of living in his house. Another message dropped again immediately after, which indicated that he was not too busy to reply to