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.
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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 6
NINA'S POV
Trust fate to take my broken engagement and shove it in my face. This time on Sloane's perfectly manicured finger.
Sloane Whitmore, she said. Cassian's fiance.
Something bubbles in my throat and I realize I'm laughing. Not a soft chuckle, but an almost wheezing kind.
Cassian frowns, Sloane clutches her imaginary pearls, and I'm just half bent over when I should be asking for answers.
"Something funny?" Sloane asks, voice sharp.
Oh honey, if only you knew.
"No. Not really. It was really nice to meet you, Sloane." I extend a shaky hand.
My fingertips brush against the diamond stud of the ring when she takes my hand. I should yank it off her and tell her what a cheating jerk she's marrying.
Cheating hot jerk, nonetheless.
But I say nothing. I just let it simmer. Cassian has gone rigid, a thousand yard stare lighting his eyes. Like he's...disconnected.
Well he better connect quick and give me back my fucking ring.
"I'll go mingle with the other guests. You two have fun." A smile stretches my lips as I turn.
My heart is pounding so hard I'm worried I might have a heart attack.
This is stupid.
Men.
My throat burns, but I hold it all in, strutting across the hall to the restroom with a sweet smile on my face.
Nausea builds in my throat as I push into an empty stall. I lock the door and rest my forehead against the cold metal.
I went from being cheated on to being a paramour for some stoic Prince charming and I want out. I'm tired.
Yet somehow, I just know this universe isn't done chewing me up.
Despite my best efforts, a tear trails down my cheeks.
I suck in a sharp breath as the bathroom door bursts open.
Heavy footsteps thud against the tiled floor. My hand flies to my throat and I smell him before I even hear his voice.
"I know you're in there, Nina."
My lungs ache for oxygen, but I don't breathe. I don't move.
He can't be here.
I wait with mounting dread as his shadow covers my stall.
"We need to talk. And I hope you're not pants down. We're not having that kind of conversation."
Now I want nothing more than to wipe this smugness off him.
My fingers fumble the locks and the door swings open.
I don't realize how close he is standing until I almost walk straight into him. Almost. I'm not falling for that trick again.
He backs up considerably and I slither out, suddenly so conscious of the mascara stained trail down my cheek.
"What are you doing here?" My voice shakes. I put distance between us, clutching my purse hard.
"You shouldn't be in here. That's a violation of-"
"It's a unisex bathroom." His eyes never leave my face. "I'm not doing anything wrong. At least not yet."
"I'll stop you there, Mr. Fiancè. Maybe this is routine for you, but I'm not that type of girl. And frankly, I don't give a fuck. But my ring? You gave her my ring?"
"It's not as simple as it looks." He presses a palm to his temple.
"Then by all means, explain to me how my engagement ring is on your fiancè's finger." I fold my arms and lean away from him. Away from his sweet scent and sleek lines.
But he doesn't explain. Far from it. Instead he steps closer and towers over me.
"Let me make one thing clear, Nina. 42 rings. 42 fucking diamond rings...that's what it'll take to get me a new car. You can't take what belongs to me and just get away with it." He snarls, but the heat of his gaze travels hungrily down my body and now I'm thinking he's not just talking about the car.
"If I don't get my ring back by the end of today, I'll march over to your perfect fiancèe and pop her bubble. Tell her what a cheat her dream man is."
His smile drops, eyes going dark.
"You won't do that."
"Yes, I will."
"You won't. And you know why? Because you're a horrible liar. She'll ask how you know and your perfect cover will fall apart. Sloane is vicious. You don't want that."
Heat flares in my chest, but I know he's right. We already got off on the wrong foot. I don't want to see the side of her that knows I slept with her fiancè.
I whirl around and clutch the porcelain sink. My reflection stares back at me, eyes watery.
I won't cry for this man. It was just one night. My eyes meet his in the mirror. He steps closer, and his cologne fills my nose.
"Nina, If you'll let me explain-"
"I should leave." I mutter, but I don't. I can't. His hands rest on either side of me, trapping me between him and the cold porcelain.
My throat clamps shut.
"What are you doing?" My voice falters.
"Getting your attention. You won't get an answer if you keep talking over me. Will that happen again?" His voice is so low, almost a whisper.
His breath fans hot against my neck and I feel my knees buckle.
I should be angry at him. I should hate him. But right now, even in my anger, heat pools between my legs.
"You're either very brave, or very stupid. Given your situation, I guess it's the latter. Get off me, Cassian." My eyes never leave our reflection.
He sighs into my hair and I squirm at the tingles rushing through me.
"You stole from me, Nina. You shouldn't have done that. Now I own you."
My cheeks flush, knuckles white from gripping the sink. Whatever that means, it doesn't sound good.
"You don't own me. Nobody owns me. I'll give you your stupid keys back and you can get your car. Now get the fuck off." I try to sound harsh but the quiver in my voice gives me away.
His gaze meets mine in the mirror. I force myself not to look away. I won't let him win.
He lifts a brow, then slowly, his hand snakes around my waist and pull me into him.
His eyes never leave mine, daring me to say something. To resist him.
This is wrong on so many levels. Someone could walk right in and see us.
Somehow, he doesn't seem to care. He can put me over this counter and fuck me senseless right now and I won't move a muscle to stop him.
I'm so dirty. So shameless. No moral compass whatsoever.
This has to stop.
Gently, I pry free from his grip. He doesn't stop me. I clutch my purse between us, chest heaving.
"This has to stop." My voice croaks.
"You don't get to decide that. You know why? Because you're mine now. You stole from me, Nina. This is how you repay your debt."
I should say something. I should fight this.
But he's already at the door.
"I'll see you soon, princess." He says, and the door clicks shut.
I want to run after him and tell him what a jerk he is and spill wine on his perfect white shirt, but I can't. Not with my hard nipples jutting out through my dress.
Like I said, the universe isn't done chewing me up.
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Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
8.5
Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
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9.3
WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE THEMES, ELEMENTS OF HARDCORE BDSM, PRAISE KINKS, SLUT-SHAMING KINKS, AND DEGRADATION KINKS. READ WITH CAUTION.
(BOOK ONE OF THE DELUCA KINGS SERIES)
Serena would do anything to uncover the death of her parents, including sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York, Nero DeLuca. And he knows this, so he strings her along so he can see how far she's willing to go.
***
"Get on your knees," Nero said.
"Excuse me-"
"You're my submissive, and you exist for the sole purpose of my pleasure. I don't tolerate defiance. When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees."
"Yes," I replied as I got on my knees, hating how much his commanding tone turned me on.
He put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could look at him.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me that beautiful cunt. I want to see what it looks like before I destroy it with my cock. Tonight, the whole of New York will know you belong to me. I'll not take anything less than you screaming my name, and by the time I'm done with you, you'll feel me between your legs for a week."
8.3
The dragons and royals are at war. Dragons have power and the royals want it to cement their rule in their kingdoms. Rather than creating a bond between the two, the royals have been stealing dragon eggs, hoping they will bond with the dragon once it hatches, allowing the royal to become a dragon rider. However, there is a thief among them, someone who is stealing the dragon eggs and returning them to the dragons. Someone who, when found, will be put to death.
Princess Skylar is the daughter of King Augustus. Her father has been hunting dragon eggs for years. Unbeknownst to him, Skylar is the thief that he is searching for. She does not agree with stealing dragon eggs from the mothers who make their nests away from the other dragons, making themselves vulnerable to attack. Her betrothed, Prince Kenneth, also supports stealing dragon eggs in the hope of bonding with a dragon and making his kingdom stronger.
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What will happen when Ryuki realizes that Skylar is a royal like no other? Can Skylar keep her secret from her father, continuing to work inside the palace to take the stolen eggs back to their mothers? What will happen when Skylar realizes that her feelings for Ryuki are much stronger than her feelings for Prince Kenneth? Find out in The Dragon Thief.