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My Stepbrother's Lust

My Stepbrother's Lust

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.
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Chapter 3

NINA'S POV Somewhere between his breath and my heartbeat, the storm outside stills. Rain drums gently against the window, muffling my moans as I completely melt in his arms. I cling to him like he's oxygen, breath ragged as he pulls me closer into him. He tastes like whiskey and rain. It's intoxicating - reckless enough to feel like freedom. His tongue grazes my lips, hot and seeking. I let him in. Let him taste me. His fingers snake around my throat. He breaks our kiss, eyes glazed with heat. For a second I can catch my breath. Then he leans in, lips grazing my chin. "Last chance, Nina. Leave while you still can." He says it like he can ruin me. Maybe he can. This man, with his heated gaze and whiskey breath and strong hands around my waist. "You don't want me to leave," I whisper, and maybe I don't want to either. Fucked if I run from this. My fingers graze his shirt, trailing down his chest. I feel him stiffen, muscles rippling under his shirt. "And what do you want?" I don't hesitate. "You. I want you to make me forget." Knots form in my throat. Tomorrow I'll go back to my apartment. To the mess that is my life. But tonight? Tonight I'm his to claim. To own. He hooks a thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze. "Careful what you wish for." He leans in, voice low "I'm very hard to erase." "Oh yeah? How hard?" I whisper. His hand covers mine, guiding it below his belt. A gasp escapes me as my palm grazes his hardness. "How hard do you think?" His voice rumbles low, like a threat. My belly sings in anticipation - he's going to fill me, completely. Soon I won't feel this ache anymore. Soon I'll forget my name and moan his. His lips claim mine again. Fireworks explode in my belly as he lowers me into the silk sheets. The air smells of rain and dust and him. I'm intoxicated. I'm alive. But we're just getting started. I thought I had felt it all - experienced everything with Jason. But when he plants a kiss on my belly, I come undone. His lips torture me all the way to my inner thighs, and I forget how to breathe. "Oh...I don't..." "Easy, my darling. I've got you." His breath fans hot against my panties. The words should calm me, but they only make me fall faster. My heartbeat races. I've never done this before. I lean up on my elbows. I want to watch him take me. His eyes gleam up at me. "Giving up already?" He purrs, thumb grazing my clit. "I don't -" A shiver ripples through me. He lifts my legs gently, pressing kisses from my knees to my feet. Then my legs are on his shoulder, and my panties are coming off. His eyes never leave mine, like a predator circling its prey. I know he's going to ruin me. The eyes never lie. My legs part for him. My back arches off the bed when his lips graze my clit. "Don't you run from me now." His hands circle my waist, pinning me under his lips. I can't. I'm writhing, shivering as his tongue moves hot inside me. I met this man five hours ago and he's eating me out like he's known me forever. And I'm loving every second of it. His tongue circles my clit, making it harder to stay calm. My chest heaves, nipples tightening. Every lap of his tongue, every kiss of his lips draws me closer to the edge. I'm squealing, damn near tipping over the edge when I say it. One word. One name. "Jason..." My face blooms red. How stupid. For a moment Cassian's eyes hold no emotion, and I steel myself, ready to leave when he asks me to. "Who's Jason?" My mouth goes cotton dry. I should bail out of here. But I don't. "He's...my ex. I'm sorry. It just -" "Just what?" His voice darkens. He's mad at me. He's - Unzipping his fly. I blink, brain fogging. He's so big. So thick and veiny. My body pulses, thighs clenching. "Tell me something, Nina, does Jason feel like this?" He growls as his dick rubs my clit. I suck in a breath, heat swirling in my stomach. "Um..." "That's a no?" He chuckles darkly, teasing my wet slit. "Please..." my voice trembles, breaking between gasps. He's drawing out my ache, and loving every second of it. "Use your words, angel. Cat got your tongue?" My words form in my throat just as he pushes inside me, hard and deep. I cry out, insides quaking. He's so hard. So hot. I can't think. "Fuck...Cassian -" "Yes, princess, that is my name." His fingers snake around my throat, forcing me to look at him. To watch him destroy me. Every stroke feels like sin, and yet every thrust convinces me it's the only thing that's ever felt right. My legs circle his waist, pulling him deeper into me. He leans down to kiss me, lips covering mine as his thrusts get faster. My moans spill free, and he swallows them all, claiming every gasp like his oxygen. My body quivers as my orgasm builds up. I'm pulsing hard around him, tears blurring my vision when he slows. "You're in my gut..." I whimper, toes curling. My nails dig into his back, desperate for balance as I tip over the edge. "Please don't stop. I'm..." Coming. Hard. "Did I give you permission?" He seethes, wrapping both hands around my throat and pounding harder. I'm begging, pleading, cumming even more. He doesn't stop. He grinds up against my g-spot and it takes everything not to scream. His cocky smile fades into heated desire when I tighten around him. He's pulsing inside me, breath ragged. "Nina..." "Do it. You know you want to." I tease, brushing my lips against his. My fingers comb through his hair as his body tenses. I feel him - every inch of him - throbbing inside me, hot as he cums. He plants kisses to my neck as I purr in satisfaction. Tomorrow, I'll regret this. But tonight, regret can wait. I just had sex with this hot stranger to get over my fiancé. That's the best decision I've made this year. And when Jason sees me again, I'll make sure he knows I'm not the woman he can just break. Tomorrow, I'll hate myself for this. But tonight, I learned something Jason never taught me - how it feels to be wanted.

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