Monster Stepbrother

by Harlow Grace

  My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her again. Only this time, I wanted her to be awake and to know it was true. That it wasn’t a dream and that I wasn’t going to disappear.

  If she’d have me, I was hers.

  “That dream you had at the pool all those years ago—it wasn’t a dream, Maya. It's all true. I love you. Always have. Deep down you knew.”

  Her eyes shone with tears. “Yes.”

  “We need to talk. I won’t touch you, I promise.”

  She placed her hand in mine. “Okay, let’s go.” She smiled up at me, her eyes glowing. “But first we need to get my baggage.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine — Oliver

  Maya sobbed into my neck, her tears warm on my skin. “Oh Oliver, I love you so much, but it can never work between us.” The sorrow in her voice was undeniable. “We’re doomed.”

  Back in the warmth of my apartment, I’d made us each a hot drink and we’d sat on the sofa, talking for ages about everything we’d been through. At least she admitted that she loved me too. But other than that, it wasn’t going my way. Not by a long shot.

  Her words pierced my fucking heart. “Don’t say that.” Closing my eyes to block the sting, I leaned down to press my forehead to hers. “Don’t be so afraid, Maya. Follow your instincts—they're always right. Let yourself feel the love in your heart. Don’t deny it, please.”

  Fuck, I had to make her understand. I’d thought about this for far too long, suppressing how I truly felt. Stopped myself from having what I really wanted. That was ending now. No fucking more.

  I would kill for her. Maim for her. Go to the depths of hell for her.

  And she needed to know.

  Of everything I'd done in my life, the one thing I could never regret was falling for Maya and taking her virginity. What I did regret was how I'd handled it.

  Even if it angered me at the time that she hadn’t told me, I was glad it was me—that I got to be the first. I also planned to be the last. Maya didn’t know that yet. I didn’t want to scare the bejesus out of my little bee—I’d hardly wrapped my own fucking head around it all.

  “This is forbidden. Wrong. Isn’t it?” Her words were spoken softly, hardly above a whisper. My heart broke for her, feeling her pain as if it were my own. In truth, it was my pain. I needed to take it away.

  “Nothing is perfect, my little bee. But no, it can't be wrong to love someone the way I love you.”

  She sucked in a breath and stared into my eyes, beyond the outer and deep into my fucking soul. I let her gaze, let her see what she wanted to. It was all there—I had nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of.

  “Let me show you how it can work. How we’re meant to be.” I would do anything to make her smile at me again. To make her happy. Anything. “I can show you how we’re perfect together. Why it's worth it.”

  “You really believe that?” she said, her body trembling against mine.

  I lifted her chin so I could see her face.

  “I’ve loved you forever, Maya. Been intoxicated by you. Thoughts of you consume my mind, sweep me off my feet. My heart has been bleeding all this time we’ve been apart.”

  Brushing my lips over hers, her body shuddered before relaxing against mine. She let out a deep sigh.

  “So has mine. I'm sorry you’ve been hurting. I wish I could erase it all.”

  I believed her.

  Pushing her hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear, I cupped my hand around her neck. “I never want to feel that deep ache inside again. Being without you nearly killed me; I was a fool not to do something about it. I thought if I stayed away, I could fix it. Turns out the only thing that’s wrong was me.”

  She reached out a hand to stroke my cheek. Her eyes sparkled. “We did what we thought we had to do.”

  My lips twisted into a melancholic smile. “I thought what I did would be best for you, even if it killed me inside.”

  She smiled. “Silly boy.”

  Gazing into her eyes, I wanted to know the truth. “Little bee, what do you really want? What is your deepest heart’s desire?” I let out a long shuddering breath, hoping she’d say what I wanted to hear.

  She didn’t hesitate. “I want to be everything to you,” she whispered.

  “You mean that?”

  “Uh-huh,” she hummed. It was the sweetest sound. “I want to be all you ever need.”

  “You are, baby. You're that and so much more. My need for you is all consuming, never ending. It has no beginning or end it just is.”

  She blinked a few times, tears still shimmering on her lashes. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”

  “I love you so fucking much it hurts.” My voice was raw.

  Love radiated through my being, bursting through every cell in my body. I couldn’t hide it if I tried. The tears that were brimming in her beautiful eyes splashed onto her cheeks. I sucked them up, one by one, drinking her in.

  “All those years . . . I wish I knew,” she said, sorrow returning to her eyes.

  “You did. We both did. But society made it hard on us. I tried to conform, tried to be reasonable. It's just bullshit—I can't do it anymore. When a love like this comes along . . . only a fool would deny it.” I grinned. “I’m an idiot, but I ain’t no fool, baby.”

  She chuckled softly, her body reverberating against mine, sending delicious tingles up the length of my spine.

  “Something’s been missing for the longest time,” I sighed into her hair.

  “What?”

  “Just being inside you. I’m sorry for the time I wasted when we could’ve been happy. Could’ve been making love.”

  Her smile shone through her tears and nearly made my heart stop. “It was never wasted; it just made us grow stronger. Love one another more.”

  “Yes, it did. We will make time stop just for us. So we can catch up. Because I can never get enough of you.”

  Maya laughed as I pulled her closer. ‘Enough talking. Time to catch up, baby.”

  I swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, lying her down gently. I wasn’t going to be able to take it slow the first time. “First I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Then I’m going to make love to you,” I said as I stripped off my clothes. I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

  This time I would really make her mine. This time Maya was willingly giving herself to me.

  No threats or bribes. No monster tactics. No hidden agendas.

  Nothing between us but love and a need to be united in every possible way.

  A man and his woman. Simple. Profound. Beautiful.

  With a gruff voice, I made a promise. “I'm going to make time stop for us.”

  Chapter Forty — Maya

  One Year On

  Oliver stroked my growing belly.

  “So you’re sure it's a girl?” he asked.

  I laughed at the expression on his face. “Yep, in the absence of a penis, it's usually a girl. So pink it is. You win.”

  Since I’d found out I was pregnant sixteen weeks ago, we’d been at odds about the sex of the baby. I wanted a little boy—just like Oliver. He wanted a girl from the start. As always, he got his way.

  “I still can't believe it. We’re naming her Hope like we agreed? And her second name after your mother?” His eyes were trained on me as he waited for affirmation.

  I nodded. I didn’t really mind that it wasn’t a boy; she was only the first of a whole team. Oliver and I decided on the day we got married, nearly twelve months ago now in London, that we never wanted to have an only child. We wanted our babies to belong to a family of brothers and sisters—with two loving parents who couldn’t get enough of one another.

  Lying back against the pillows of our king size bed, I studied his handsome face. His hair was tousled from messing around earlier and I could swear his stubble had grown in the last hour. I wanted his face back between my thighs, his stubble brushing against my skin.

  Oliver slipped his hands over my bare skin and squeeze
d my boobs gently, then weighed them both in his hands.

  “Fuck, little bee, these tits are getting bigger by the week. I can't keep my hands off you.”

  “Not that I want you to—being pregnant is making me so fucking horny all the time. It's all your damn fault,” I said, laughing as I poked him playfully in the chest.

  “Baby, you know what poking me like that does to me,” he warned.

  I poked harder. “What? Tell me.”

  “It makes me want to ravish your body. Eat your pussy. Fuck you,” he growled.

  “Always so good with words, Mr. King.”

  “Always such a tease, Mrs. King. You make me want you all the fucking time.”

  “Good. That is my intention, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  He grinned and stared down at my breasts as if he’d never seen them before.

  “My eyes are up here, baby,” I teased.

  ‘I know, but right this minute I wanna check out my tits. See how they’ve grown. Suck them, lick them. Then later, when I’m buried deep inside you, that’s when I’ll give your eyes my attention.”

  His words made my pussy clench. Making love with Oliver was my favorite thing to do. He took care of my every need. But the very best part was near the end, when his fingers laced with mine, him rocking his hard cock inside me while staring into the depths of my soul. It never got old.

  “I’ve always known you were the only one for me—I was just too stubborn to admit it.” He kissed me hard, bruising my lips under his. Eventually letting go, he pulled back so he could see my face, wiping his thumb over my lips. “I lusted after these bee-stung lips. To taste your breath.”

  He moved down my body and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Since these tits were nothing but bee stings they’ve driven my cock crazy.”

  “Oh yeah?” I murmured, willing him to go further.

  His hand—the one wearing a platinum wedding ring—smoothed softly over my belly, traveling south. A soft chuckle rose from his chest as my knees fell open of their own accord, offering him my very core, eager for his touch. His fingers traced the lips of my pussy, causing my whole body to quiver in anticipation.

  “God, you turn me into your slut every time you do that. I can't keep my legs together when you touch me like that,” I moaned.

  “Mmmm, I dreamed of this pussy ever since the first time you tortured me by pressing up against the window naked. Do you have any idea how that fucked with my head?”

  “Yeah, you’ve told me . . . but tell me again,” I said, basking in the delight of his thumb slowly circling my clit.

  “I could smell your arousal every time you were near me. Your singular scent turned my cock the fuck on so hard I couldn’t handle it sometimes. I tried to stop it from taking over, but I never could. Trying to ignore you—ignore this pussy—was one of the biggest challenges of my life.”

  “Until you couldn’t anymore,” I said, already knowing where this story was going.

  “When I found you bleeding on the tile, it was as if my heart was ripped out of my fucking body. Losing you—just the thought was enough to make me fucking crazy. That’s when I decided I had to have you at all costs. Only I knew you wouldn’t do it.”

  “So you blackmailed me. Not knowing that it was exactly what I wanted. I was your slut, and even though I didn’t know it at the time, it was what I was born to do. Belong to you.”

  His eyes softened. “Baby, you have no fucking idea what those words mean to me. That you’re giving yourself to me because you want to.”

  “I've always wanted you. Everything I ever did was to make you see me. To taunt you into fucking me.”

  “You did a damn fine job of that. My dick just wouldn’t listen to my brain. I was supposed to be older, smarter. But you won. I couldn’t resist you.”

  His thumb pressed harder on my nub, then slipped between my wet and swollen folds. Talking was becoming near impossible.

  “My beautiful little bee. Nothing beats the first time I tasted you on my tongue. Sweet like honey.” His head dipped between my legs and out of sight behind the bump between us. My back arched off the bed as he took one long sweep over my pussy. Oliver’s trademark, he called it. I would kill for it. “You still are. Sweet,” he mumbled with his mouth on my pussy.

  I lifted my ass off the bed, offering him more of me, biting into my bottom lip as he ate me out. I whimpered like a wanton slut as two fingers moved inside me.

  “Oliver, fuck me,” I begged, wanting his cock inside me.

  “I love it when you beg. Almost as much as I love when you say my name in that husky voice.”

  “Oliver, please.” I begged again. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

  He flipped me onto my side and lay behind me, slipping his cock into me slowly while his thumb kept circling my clit. No way was I going to last.

  Oliver’s breath was warm on my skin. “This is what I live and breathe for, Maya. Being inside you.”

  Those words were all I needed to spiral into a mind blowing orgasm. I gasped for air as his pace picked up, his cock slamming into me from behind.

  “I need to see your eyes,” he grunted. I twisted my body and threw a leg over his, making the penetration of his cock so much deeper. Turning my face to his, our eyes locked.

  “Perfect. You are fucking perfect, Mrs. King.”

  “So are you. For me.”

  “I fucking love you,” he roared, his cock exploding inside me.

  “I know,” I whispered. “I love you, too. Make time stand still, Oliver.”

  He did. His mouth stole mine, and nothing existed but us.

  “You’ve tamed the monster, little bee. All I want is you. Nothing else.”

  I snuggled into him, pushing my ass back so he stayed inside me. I was completely exhausted. “Sleep now, love.” His warm breath caressed over the shell of my ear and I let my whole body go limp in his strong embrace.

  I drifted off to sleep. One hand on my belly, the other on my pussy, and Oliver's cock deep inside me. Just the way it was meant to be. I loved it.

  THE END.

  Epilogue

  I looked down at the curly dark head of my baby girl and smiled. Six week old Hope Megan King was the most precious thing in my life. Besides her father, of course.

  Oliver had become twitchy after she was born, working from his office in our London apartment so he could constantly check on me and our baby.

  I’d never been as happy as this in my entire life, but he was concerned that I’d follow in my mother’s footsteps. And that’s why we ended up staying in London. He helped me track down her family—my family—so I could get to know the woman she was before she moved away to marry my father.

  Larissa and Daddy were devoted grandparents, but they understood why we didn’t want to live in California. They visited us pretty frequently and the spare room was always ready for them.

  We stood in the baby’s room, listening to her breathe. Oliver had pulled me into his embrace, our foreheads touching, yet I could feel tension in the air.

  “Stop worrying about me, baby,” I chided softly. “I'm never leaving you, or our baby girl.”

  He pulled away just enough so he could stare down at me.

  “Fuck, Maya, if you ever left me—I can't even imagine what your father went through losing Megan.”

  “I know. It was tough on him. He missed her so much.”

  “At least he always had you.”

  “And he’s happy now with Larissa. She’s really good for him.”

  “I'm glad you—we—are getting on better with her now. She seems a lot more content in her own skin.” He chuckled at his own lame joke.

  “If it weren’t for Larissa, and her obsession with plastic surgery, we would never have met. Ever thought of that?”

  “Sure have, baby. Who would have helped me overcome my demons and healed my damaged soul if it weren’t for you.”

  “How did you know I was the one and not Bianca?” I still couldn’t say her
name without unease bubbling up in my stomach. Although she’d moved on and married some Danish billionaire with one foot in the grave, I’d never like that woman. It was just the way it was.

  “My grandmother’s rings. The note she wrote. When I read what she’d written, I knew the real answer. I could deny it all I wanted, but you were the only one for me.”

  “And you for me,” I said as I lifted my mouth to his for a kiss.

  “I love you, little bee.”

  “I love you, Oliver. With all my heart, body and soul. I am yours—every part of me.”

  He sighed against my ear. “Those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.”

  He swooped me into his arms. “My cock wants you again. Let's get some practice making Hope’s little brother while she’s off in dreamland.”

  I slapped him against his chest. “Holy shit, don’t you ever get tired of fucking?”

  “With you—never. But tonight I want to make love to you. Slow and easy.”

  “Like in my dreams?” I whispered.

  “Like in your dreams.”

  “Make time stand still, Oliver.”

  He did.

  xoxoxo

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  Pain is all I've ever known.

  Mental. Emotional. Physical.

  Ingrained into my soul, I can’t live without it. Pain is who I am. Pain is what makes me breathe.

  The need to inflict it on others consumes me.

  I need it to ease my demons. To get through my days. To get off.

  I meticulously plan my life around my depravity. The innocent must be protected. I lost control once and I refuse to allow this to happen again.

  Fighting is my savior, as are the women who crave the pain as much as I do.

  Through fighting and women I keep my darkest urges under control.

  And then Quinn comes back into my life.

  The one woman I've always craved.

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