Forced Series Box Set: Books 1-5

by Celia Aaron

  A blush crept into her papery cheeks. “So handsome. Just like your father.”

  “Phoebe?” My father called from downstairs.

  “Well, we’re off. Enjoy your stay and I’ll see you next week.” She embraced me, pressing her hard tits into my chest more than necessary.

  “Thanks, Phoebe.”

  She released me and pranced down the shiny wood stairs. I gave my father a wave and he saluted back at me.

  Once they were gone and the cavernous house was silent again, I arranged my toiletries neatly in my bathroom and hung my clothes. I appreciated the orderly nature of the house. No doubt a housekeeper bustled through the place at least once every few days if not more often. I set out my books and laptop and placed a large stack of papers to grade on the desk against the bay window.

  After I was satisfied with my quarters, I set out to investigate the rest of the house. Phoebe’s master suite was typical uppity rich lady material – expensive perfumes and fountain of youth creams lined her bathroom vanity. Multiple canvasses of mid-level artists hung around the room, a small fortune in paint and frames.

  There were other framed photos of what must have been her daughter. A girl with red hair and freckles astride a horse, dancing ballet, and several more. Something about her seemed familiar. Perhaps I’d run into her at on campus after all.

  The kitchen was large, full of stainless steel, and well stocked. Nice wine cellar, bright sun room. Swimming pool and tennis court.

  I continued my inspection, wandering through the many guest rooms until I arrived at the door at the end of the upstairs hall. This must have been the prude daughter’s room. It was done in pink and white. Utterly girlish. The bed was covered in stuffed animals and lavender pillows.

  I walked further into the bubblegum dream and ran my hand along the fluffy comforter. I gave the closet a brief look before opening the top drawer of the bedside table. Bingo. A large pink vibrator overpowered the drawer. Not quite so ladylike after all.

  A sound from downstairs. Maybe the front door opening. I closed the drawer and walked to the top of the stairs. A girl dragged in a large suitcase and a smaller carry-on. She let the bags go and took a few more steps before leisurely stretching like a cat awakened from a nap.

  I vibrated like a spider on a thread. Something about the way she moved was familiar. When she dropped her arms, her phone fell from her pocket and made a crack noise as it hit the white and gray marble in the foyer.

  “Shit!” She bent over at her waist to pick it up and I knew. Right then. Sasha.

  I gave a short laugh, barely audible, too pleased with my own good fortune to keep it stifled.

  Her head whipped up and those eyes, even from this distance, I knew her eyes. Her hair was red and long, no longer pinned beneath the platinum blonde wig. It was her. Here. In the flesh.

  “Oh, um, hi.” She glanced around before resting her gaze on mine.

  “So, you, uh, you must be Gray?” Her eyes narrowed and then opened wide. Then she dropped her gaze to the floor. She recognized me, too.

  Just the nearness of her was making my already-hard cock twitch in my pants.

  This was too good to be true. I smiled down at her. Phoebe’s perfect little princess had a big secret. One that I could only guess Sadie would do anything to protect. I’d already considered her mine from the club. Fridays had never been enough, but I’d forced myself to make do until I found out her real name, her real address. I’d intended to take her all along. But here she was, presented to me like a sacrifice on an altar.

  Now? I owned her.

  Chapter Three

  Sadie Lorenz

  Holy shit. I stared up at my Friday night date from the club. It was him through and through. Tall and dark, brooding. The last fading rays of the sun were at his back, leaving his face mostly in shadow.

  His eyes were still bright. He looked at me like he would eat me up, a big bad wolf already inside my house, no huffing or puffing necessary.

  “Welcome home.” His words were delivered in a low, husky baritone. I didn’t recognize it, not the sound, but I recognized the man behind it.

  A thrill went through me, fear sliding down my spine and landing between my legs, making my pussy clench. A litany of oh shit ran on a loop in my head. What if he realized it was me, Sasha from the club? Would he tell my mother?

  I shook myself out of my stupor. He may not even recognize me. Likely not. I always wore a wig and overdone makeup when I danced. I breathed a shallow sigh of relief, though the tension remained, twisting my insides tight.

  “Hi. I’m Sadie.” I turned and closed the door behind me and took a calming breath.

  “I guess I’m technically your stepbrother.”

  I heard his feet on the stairs, slow and deliberate as he approached me.

  I kept my eyes down, not wanting to look him full in the face.

  “Yeah.” I put my hand out to shake once he’d stopped directly in front of me.

  He took it, his grip warm and strong. He didn’t shake, simply held my hand and let his fingertips play along my inner wrist. My mind blanked at his light touch and a fire warmed between my thighs.

  “Nice to meet you, Sadie.” The inflection in his voice made my blood run hotter, faster.

  I chanced a glance to his face. Mistake. Those intense green eyes caught me until I’d lifted my head all the way. Nothing flared in his face, no burst of recognition. Maybe I was safe?

  “Nice to meet you, too.” I dropped his gaze and glanced around. “I guess our parents already left for their honeymoon?”

  “About half an hour ago or so. Yes.” His fingers still caressed my wrist. I wanted to close my eyes and just stand there, letting him touch me in his light, warm way. Instead, I pulled my hand away and grabbed my bags.

  “I’m going to go and get settled. Maybe we can have dinner and get acquainted?”

  “I’d like that.” He looked down at me, a slight quirk on the side of his lips.

  Oh, god, does he know?

  “Phoebe told me that you attend the university. I’m a graduate assistant there in the College of Arts. I’ve never seen you on campus before. What school are you in?”

  Relief washed over me. He didn’t recognize me. He would have said by now.

  “Yeah, I’m in the engineering program. I don’t think we’d cross paths.”

  “You’d be surprised,” he said and backed to the side so I could roll my bags past him. He took the larger one from me, his fingers brushing the back of my hand and sending a jolt of warmth through me. “Allow me.”

  “Um, thanks.” I took the familiar stairs to my room. I could almost feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed the gently curving staircase. I cursed myself for donning shorty-shorts for the long drive home.

  I hit the last step and walked quickly down the long hallway. I passed the largest guest suite and saw an array of papers and books on the usually-empty desk. Mom had put Gray in the room the farthest from me. Good. Distance was best. Especially given the fact he was my stepbrother and I was already wet just from his touch on my wrist.

  He followed me to my room. I placed my carry-on at the foot of my bed and he set the larger bag down next to it. He backed to the door frame, lounging there. I realized how big he was. I knew his chest was broad, muscular, but he was usually sitting when I was with him. Now, he loomed over me, though I wasn’t particularly short. He was solid, a stronger barrier than even the door would have been.

  He never took his eyes off me. It was unnerving and somehow gave my pussy a rush to the point I squeezed my knees together to stop the ache. His gaze shot down to the movement and then back up. There was the quirk of his full lips again.

  “Well, um, I think I’m all set.” I wanted him to leave so I could breathe again. The fear of him recognizing me was making me light headed.

  “Are you?” His eyes travelled around the room, pausing on the medals and awards my mother forced me to display on two trophy shelves in my room. “Did yo
u bring everything with you?”

  I shifted from one foot to the other. Klaxons began to blare when he looked back at me, a total up and down assessment of my shorts, t-shirt, and then my face. I dropped my eyes, but my gaze didn’t make it to the floor. I stopped on the massive erection in his pants. The one that I’d rubbed against so many times, fantasized about even more.

  Fuuuuuck.

  “You know, don’t you?” I said softly.

  “I knew from the second I saw you, Sasha.”

  He ate up the distance between us with his stride. I was stunned. When he took my palm and pressed it against his hard length, my heart kicked into overdrive. It was my fantasy, but not like this. Not with my stepbrother.

  “No, no. I can’t.” I took my hand away as if I’d been burned and retreated a pace, the back of my knees bumping into the foot of my bed. “You’re my stepbrother now. This isn’t—we can’t … This isn’t a thing that can happen.”

  The panic rose in my voice the more I looked into his eyes. They were intent, not to be denied. It was the same look he gave me when I danced for him. But when I danced, we were in the club. There were rules, bouncers, angry managers. Here, there was only him and me.

  He advanced. His chest pressed into me, my hard nipples aching for him beneath my top.

  “It can and it will.” He pushed harder, making my knees give way so that I sat. “Take your shirt off.” His voice was a harsh command. Now I was eye level with the bulge in his pants. It made me lick my lips.

  I couldn’t do this. It wasn’t right. “No. We can’t. Our parents – ”

  “I don’t give a fuck what our parents are doing. All I care about is making you scream for me.”

  Honey coated my pussy at his stark words. I tilted my chin up and looked into his eyes. There was no mercy there. No remorse. No honor.

  “We can’t.” I was like an echo. A breathy one.

  He fisted my hair and wrenched my head back even further. “Are you going to fight me? Because I’d like that. I really would.”

  I closed my eyes at the need his words stoked inside me.

  “Look at me, Sadie.” His voice was the edge of a knife – dangerous, sharp. “Take. It. Off.”

  He released my hair. I eyed the door, thinking about making a break for it. Only problem was, I had a wall of muscle between me and it.

  He stepped back and waved his hand in a ‘be my guest’ movement. His eyes dared me to do it. I had to. Had to try. I stood slowly. He watched every movement. This must be how the field mouse feels when the hawk is hovering above, the shadow swirling ever closer. I took a hesitant step. He didn’t move. Emboldened, I darted past.

  My heart leapt into my throat as I shot into the hallway. My feet barely touched the ground as I dashed to the stairs. I almost made it. Almost.

  Arms encircled my waist and dragged me roughly to my knees. I thumped into the polished oak floors before careening forward, lying prone. The weight lifted off my back for a moment until Gray gripped my elbow and whipped me around onto my back.

  He crushed down on top of me, his erection straining against my thigh as he straddled me. I tried to slap him, hit him, scratch him. He laughed and gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head.

  I screamed from sheer anger at being captured like this. But the Lorenz house was huge and snuffed out the sound. The nearest neighbors were far away and ensconced in their own palaces in this rich enclave.

  He pinned me with more than his body. His eyes held me down, insistent and demanding.

  He transferred my wrists into one of his large palms and brought his other hand down to my neck. His fingers were hot as they wrapped around my throat and squeezed. He ducked his head next to me so his mouth was at my ear. I shivered as his lips ghosted against my lobe.

  “You’re mine, Sadie. You don’t realize it yet, but you belong to me.” He squeezed for emphasis.

  I shook my head, the only protest I could manage in this position. His cold laugh slithered into my mind, leaving an icy trail in its wake. He squeezed harder.

  “Fight me all you want. It won’t change anything. It won’t stop me from taking what’s mine.”

  My breaths came in short bursts and my heart raced. Fear mixed with something else, something even more instinctive.

  He released my throat and stood, dragging me up with him. He pulled my back into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist, carrying me down the hall to my room. His hard cock pressed into my ass as he easily muscled me over to the bed and threw me down.

  He covered me with his body and pinned my hands again. The familiar softness of the bed almost lulled me into a false sense of comfort. But his hard weight kept me from indulging in the fantasy. Comfort wasn’t what Gray offered.

  When his teeth hit my neck I bucked beneath him. He barely moved. The pressure from his mouth increased and now instead of biting, he was sucking. Goosebumps erupted along my skin.

  “Stop.” Was that my voice dripping with sex?

  He growled against my neck and continued his wicked assault. His cock was thick and rock hard against my thigh. I tried to knee him, but he was too heavy. His groan ricocheted against my skin as he forced a knee between my legs. His thigh moved against me, stroking my pussy in broad waves. I bit my lip.

  He transferred my wrists to one of his large hands and ran the other down my side before slipping it under my shirt and up to my breast. When his fingers slid over my nipple, I couldn’t stop the moan that lofted from my lungs.

  “You like that, don’t you, Sadie?” He pinched hard, making me squirm as his mouth moved to my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth. “Tell me you like it.”

  He pinched even harder. “Tell me, Sadie.”

  “I-I- like it.”

  He pulled away from me and stood.

  “Now, you can try and run again. It only turns me on more. But you’re just prolonging the inevitable – me balls deep in your pussy. We aren’t in the club anymore. The only rules here are the ones I make for you. Now take your fucking shirt off.” He was fierce, his words delivered with gravelly certainty.

  There was no escaping him. Did I want to? I’d fingered myself thinking about him so many times that this should have been a dream come true. But what would my mother say if she found out?

  His jaw tightened. “Don’t make me tell you again. You’ll regret it.”

  In the face of his glower, I did as he said. I stripped my shirt over my head so that only my bra remained.

  “Good girl.”

  Wait. What was I doing? “No.” I scooted back on my bed away from him. “This would kill my mother. I can’t do this.”

  He rolled his eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers were fast, angry. “Let me put it to you this way, Sadie. I own you. Your tits? Mine. Your mouth? Mine. Your pussy? All fucking mine and everything else, too.”

  A defiant flame lit inside my breast. “Bullshit,” I spat.

  I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I would fight him, maybe try and run again.

  He tossed his shirt on the floor. His abs rippled beneath my gaze, his chest dusted with the same dark hair that graced his head. His skin was tan, sun-kissed, even. He groaned and ran his palm along his cock.

  “I don’t think you understand. Your mother thinks you are some perfect angel. Pure. I’ve seen you, Sadie. I’ve seen your tits, your pussy, the way you shake for strange men, the way you take their money. Do you want your mom to find out about that?”

  Ice shot through me and I crossed my arms over my breasts. “You wouldn’t.”

  He laughed, a cold sound. “I would and I will. I’ll call Phoebe right now and tell her what I do to her daughter every Friday night. Or, rather, what her daughter does to me.”

  He flicked open his pants and dropped his zipper before shedding them. When he pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs past his cock, I had to bite my lip. His head was a deep red, darkened with wetness. It was large, so large that I didn’t see how h
e could ever put it inside me all the way. I shook my head at the thought. He wasn’t going to.

  “You wouldn’t do that.”

  He slid his briefs off so he stood in front of me, naked, hard, proud. The intense masculinity was discordant in my pink, girly bedroom.

  “I will do that.” His words were a promise. Steel was in his eyes.

  I shuddered. I couldn’t bear for my mother to find out. It would kill her. After all the years of finishing school, ballet, my coming out party, the princess dresses, the dinners with nice families, my accolades – it would destroy her to know what I did at night. The way I felt when I used my body to please strangers. She would never forgive me. I shook my head hard.

  “Unless…” he trailed off.

  I hung on that word, the one possibility of a reprieve. “Unless what?”

  He put a knee on my bed. “Unless you agree to give me what I want for this entire week. Anything I ask. The only word you know is ‘yes.’ You will do as I want. I want your complete submission. Once they return, if you’ve kept true to your word, I’ll let you go. Understand?”

  I almost fell out of the bed. “Are you kidding? I don’t even know you! I can’t sign myself over to a total stranger for a week.”

  He bent down and grabbed his pants from the floor before fishing his cell phone from his pocket. “All it takes is a call, Sadie.” He swiped across the screen. It glowed bright in the darkening room.

  Panic rose in my chest, choking out any other emotion. “Please, don’t.”

  He ignored me and turned the phone around so I could see his thumb poised over his father’s contact number. “All I have to do is call and tell her all about it. How I recognized you from the club. How you get off on teasing men like me. How it makes you wet when strangers tuck money into your g-string and treat you like a whore.”

  My stomach dropped through the floor. He wasn’t kidding. His eyes told me as much. Cold, hard.