Taking His Rage (Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)

by Gwen Allen

  I put up my hands but he just keeps coming at me so that my hands end up pressed against his chest. Still he doesn't stop until he has backed me into the door. I'm breathing hard now and having trouble staying focused.

  "You have to think about someone other than yourself," I tell Vince, desperately trying to reach him. I know he has his mother's death to deal with and his feelings of betrayal, but it's not fair to burden my mom with his issues at a time like this. "My mom has been good for your dad. Anyone can tell just by looking at Curtis that he's a happy guy and he's recovering fast." Vince can't see it though. His eyes stay cold as he stares me down. "Do you want to lash out at them if it means hurting your dad?" I ask.

  Vince shows no signs of backing down. His eyes are like steel as he looms over me. "You think you can stop me?"

  "I can try," I say. I want to sound determined and strong but my voice is shaky and I'm breathing too fast. With Vince standing so close, I can't help it.

  "What a sweet little martyr you are," he mocks me and brushes a strand of hair off my face. Then he suddenly picks me up and moves me out of his way.

  I gasp in surprise and grab his arm before he can get the door open. "Vincent, you're not going anywhere!" I snap at him.

  Oh, that did it. He whips around and grabs me by the shoulders. His eyes go wide and fill with fury. "What did you call me?" As I hold my breath and stare up at him, the look in his eyes tells me that he's a beast ready to strike. He is pure menace, but I can't lose my nerve.

  Chapter 19

  ~

  Julie

  Vince is ready to go to the house and tell his dad and my mom what's on his mind. I can't have that. This is a happy time for Curtis and my mom. They don't need to hear the horrible things Vince wants to say. I would rather have him blow up at me, not at his father or my mom.

  I just have to draw his rage to me one more time. This is no different than before. He needs to let this out now. Then he'll come down. I hope.

  Right now he's far from calm. One of his fists is closed around my wrist the other is gripping my shoulder.

  "You know I'm trying to keep the peace..." I say, trying to make him understand.

  The look in his eyes is deadly as he backs me into a corner between a bookshelf and the wall. "That's so good of you," he says as he crowds me until I'm completely trapped by the press of his powerful body against mine. "There will be no peace until you and your mother are out of my father's house."

  "That's not up to you. Or is that what you're doing right now, trying to bully me into leaving?" I ask him. He's intimidating as hell, but I'm more excited than scared.

  "Are you confused about what I'm doing?" he asks. "How about now?"

  He pulls me to him and runs his hands over my ass. Then he slams me against the wall, trapping me, making me feel every inch of him. I can feel his chest expand with each breath he takes, and below that, his abs and his rock hard cock. Whatever he says, he can't deny that pushing me around turns him on.

  Swinging me around to the middle of the room, he drags me down to the floor. "I think this is what you came here for," he tells me, his eyes blazing as he hovers over me. His voice cuts through me, harsh and growling. It excites me and makes me tremble before he even touches me.

  Then he is on me. His hand slowly reached under my skirt. I squirm but that only gives him better access between my thighs. His hand is ripping my panties down my legs. He throws them aside, but my skirt is still covering me.

  He doesn't bother stripping me. He only wants my panties out of the way. As he strokes the inside of my thigh, my legs fall open for him. He touches me there, where I'm so sensitive, too sensitive. Oh God.

  "You can't deny it," he says when he sees how easy I am. "This is why you came."

  Instead of pushing him away, I grind against his hand until he takes it away with a smirk. My legs are still being held open by his powerful hands. I pant while his rage filled eyes pin me down.

  "How would you like it if I put a Henderson baby in you too?" he asks, shocking me.

  "I'm not for breeding," I tell him but the thought gives me a weird feeling. I don't know what it means.

  "I'll show you. Maybe then you'll learn," he growls in my ear, his breath as hot as a furnace. He unzips his fly and I just watch, still in shock.

  We have been using protection since that first time, but now... I look down to where his fist is wrapped around the base of his huge cock aimed at my entrance. It's a frightening sight—naked, veined, glistening. Poised above me like that, Vince is pure masculine power.

  Leaning close to me, he runs his fingertips over my lips and I gulp and pant. His free hand moves down my body then pushes between my legs. One thick finger teases my hole and my clit, and I moan. Instead of fighting him, I melt into his touch. It's just a stupid reflex, but I'm helpless to it. God, he breaks me down so easily.

  Gripping the back of my thigh, he folds up my leg out of the way. Now I'm the way he wants me, and he presses his forehead to mine. The hungry look in his eyes makes me tremble inside.

  As he rises above me, I feel the head of his cock crowd my entrance, and then he starts shoving. My body doesn't open to him right away, so he keeps ramming it in until it does. It's too fast, too hard. I gasp his name then hear him grunt.

  While I'm still trying to adjust, he tells me to hold still. I shudder violently as he goes deep. The sharp pain shoots up my spine and makes me cry out. He puts his hand over my throat to remind me he's in charge and he can give me pleasure or pain. He shoves in harder, and I hold back a scream and start to struggle. He lets me up.

  "Too much for you?" he taunts me.

  Pushing himself up on his arms, he looks down at me as I lie there, already missing the feeling of him inside me. I need him. Fuck him, I hate him. I'm gulping air, still feeling the pain he caused me. I just want him to touch me again.

  He knows. The look on his face is deadly as he leans close to me and brushes his lips over mine. I know he's coming in for the kill, and I'm silently telling myself that this time I'll let him do whatever he wants as long as I get to feel him inside me.

  He knows he won, but he makes no sudden moves to claim his prize. With his jeans open, he's toying with me, kissing my face softly, then my neck. When he reaches the collar of my shirt, he pulls me to sit up and takes off my top over my head. My hair gets messed up and he pushes it back from my face before stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

  Kissing my shoulders, he slides his fingers under the straps of my bra. He pulls down each one and kisses the spot where it was. His soft kisses are driving me crazy. I'm aching for him, clutching at him as we kneel together on the floor.

  "Please. I won't push you away again," I promise him.

  "I know you won't," he says with absolute confidence, but he won't be rushed. He unhooks my bra and takes it off me slowly. His hands on my breasts are gentle and hot. Then he lays me back and my skirt comes off. I look up at him, naked and mesmerized by his mastery over me.

  Even now he refuses to fuck me. While eyeing me with a look of ownership, he peels his t-shirt off. Next come his jeans and boxers. Now he's naked and gorgeous, and I reach out for him. I want to pull him down on top of me, but he doesn't let me.

  "I'm not playing games. I swear," I tell him in a breathless voice. "I'm not going to stop you again."

  "I don't care if you do. I can drop your sorry ass any time and go find someone better," he says as he leans over me and stares deep into my eyes.

  In my feverish state, I keep my mouth shut and only nod. This isn't about my pride. This is about letting him have his way. I meant what I said. I won't stop him again no matter how bad it hurts. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I see something in his eyes. It's more than lust. It's sadness and need, and it makes me want to give him everything.

  Vince lowers himself on top of me and takes my face in both of his hands. He kisses me deep and hard, taking my breath away. Finally letting me breathe, he lets go of my flushed
face and reaches between our bodies. He's guiding his cock back inside me while I try to catch my breath. As the head of his cock is just inside me, he looks at me hard. He doesn't say anything, just waits.

  "Please, Vince," I tell him and he kisses me again.

  As his tongue slides inside my mouth, his cock opens me up. He goes in slow this time. I'm still hurting, but it's easier to take and the wonderful feeling of fullness makes up for it. I never want it to stop. I want him to be fucking me forever.

  He's pumping inside me with slow, deep thrusts. His body hits mine just right. Then he pulls back and another excruciating, unhurried thrust follows. He's in control. As he fills me with cruel and deliberate slowness, I can feel every inch and every vein of his naked cock. I can also hear him say my name.

  His fingers tangled in my hair, sometimes tugging sometimes gentle. His lips are on mine. His hands cup my breasts. He's touching me everywhere, driving me crazy.

  Vince then lowers his head to my breasts and starts licking and sucking one nipple then the other. I writhe and sob. When his teeth close lightly over my nipple, I call his name over and over again. Once I'm in this pitiful state, Vince pulls back and looks at me flushed and moaning helplessly as he fucks me.

  The torturous, slow hammering Vince is giving me makes me lose my head. I take the fucking any way he wants me to. I want to please him more than anything. I won't even try to protect my dignity. Oh, God, just let him keep fucking me.

  The slide of his naked cock inside me is amazing. I should make him stop before he comes, but I don’t want to. The sensation is doing something to me, satisfying some deep, base and carnal need I didn't even know existed inside me.

  "Please, fuck me," I whisper to Vince and he speeds up. He hammers me. It's not slow and it's not silent. The slap of our bodies colliding fills my ears. That and Vince's harsh breathing. I might be moaning. I don't know. I don't care. I just want Vince to come inside me so he'll know I'm his.

  I'm moaning and screaming and calling his name as my whole body rocks with the pounding he's giving me. He holds me still so he can fuck me harder. The wild hammering shakes my bones.

  I remember his come sticky inside me that first time. I shouldn't want him to come inside me, but I crave it so bad. I even say it. "Please, come for me, please," I beg him.

  "Anything for you," Vince tells me through gritted teeth. As he pounds me raw, I can tell he's close but I'm closer. Knowing he's about to fill me with his seed, I can't hold on any more. I come pulsing around him and crying out his name.

  What is it like to have a man make love to you? I don't know. This is all I know, this furious struggle of his body against mine, his cock opening me up like it's cutting into me, Vince pounding me like he wants to break my bones, his rage pouring into me and in the end the most amazing bliss as I feel him come deep inside me and I scream his name.

  His breathing is rough as he holds me tight, his body heavy on top of me. His come is hot and sticky between my legs. My arms are wrapped around him and I kiss his shoulder.

  "Julie," he whispers and I murmur his name only a second before his lips are on me for a long, thorough kiss.

  He whispered my name. I screamed his. He hates me. I love him.

  He fucked me without a condom and without mercy and it was glorious. It was amazing. It was even better skin to skin. It was angry at first then it was beautiful and now I feel so full. God, I would let him fuck me till he killed me.

  But as we clean up and get our clothes back on, I start to remember why I'm here. Dressed again, I smooth down my clothes and stand in the middle of his living room, facing him.

  "Vince, you're not going to say anything unpleasant about my mom having a baby," I say to him. I'm not asking too much. Maybe he can't be happy about this news, but he can be civil to my mom at the very least.

  "Just try and stop me," he says and glares at me over his shoulder as he goes into his kitchen and opens the fridge.

  "I already did," I tell him and he hands me a bottle of water and gives me disdainful look. "Now listen. My mom already lost two pregnancies. After I was born, my parents tried to have more kids. But the two miscarriages were so hard on Mom, they decided to stop trying. So you are going to act happy about this baby even if it kills you. I don't want my mom upset. She's already worried what happened before might happen again. And she was younger then."

  Vince looks grim then closes his eyes. "Fine. You get your way again."

  Breathing a huge sigh of relief, I grab his hand in gratitude, but he just shakes his head. "Thank you, Vince," I tell him and run out the door. I try not to think about what I just did and why. But I know the answer. I'm crazy in love with Vince and out of my damn mind.

  Chapter 20

  ~

  Vince

  Ever since Julie came over to my apartment, I hardly ever go over to the house. I can't. When I'm over there, I have to watch every word I say, be on my guard every second so my rage doesn't spill over.

  It would be easier if Julie wasn't over there, tempting me. I have more trouble staying away from her than I should. I shouldn't be dying to see her, but I have to steer clear of her because I know that I can't trust myself around her.

  She did serve her purpose though. I took the news about the baby amazingly well the second time I heard it. My dad was pleasantly surprised when I congratulated him and hugged him. He was so happy and relieved, tears came into his eyes. I got a little choked up too, especially when he started telling me about how thrilled he was when I was born and called me his beautiful boy.

  Obviously I couldn't keep up the nice guy act for very long, especially not around Maryanne. It helped to remember what Julie told me about her miscarriages. To be safe, I was staying away from the house as much as possible.

  Today, I'm making a brief appearance so I can sit in on a video-conference with Dad. After we finish with that and a few other things, Dad drops all talk of business and asks about me.

  "I was just wondering how things were going, if there was any particular reason you haven't been around much?" he says.

  "You're feeling better. You have your new wife. I'm just giving you some space," I tell Dad. I can hardly tell him my real reasons.

  "Is that all?" Dad sighs with disappointment. "I was hoping that you might be busy, maybe with a girlfriend."

  At first, I just stare then I set him straight. "No girlfriend. And I don't know why you would want to see me tied down."

  "I'm not rushing you," he says. "I just want to see you happy." He claps me on the back and sends me on my way.

  As I'm leaving my dad's office, I try to shake off the thought that I should have just told him about Julie. He wouldn't be happy to hear it, and she's not my girlfriend anyway. I've barely seen her these last few weeks.

  Now that I'm on my way out, I can't help looking around for her. I resist the urge to ask the maids if she's home. I won't text her either. I haven't yet. I type texts asking her to meet me, telling her I'm coming over, asking her what she's wearing, promising to rip it off her. Then I delete them.

  Going out through the front door, I've given up on seeing Julie today. Then I see her. She's lingering on the front steps. I wonder if she's waiting for me, but she might be out there for any reason.

  I was only going to say hi then rush past her. But my body won't obey me. I stalk down the steps toward her, put an arm around her waist and pull her to me for a kiss.

  I feel her moan, nearly scream in surprise, but then her mouth is busy returning the kiss. When I pull back, she scolds me about what might happen. "Anyone could see us." She looks up at the front of the house like she thinks someone might be spying on us.

  "So what?" I say. That doesn't concern me at all.

  "What? You aren't afraid of what would happen if our parents ever found out what we're doing?" she asks me, her pretty eyes going wide.

  "Who the hell are they to judge?" I tell her.

  "Who the hell are you to judge them?" she shoots back, alw
ays ready to pick a fight. "All this time, that's all you've been doing, but they have no right to judge us?"

  "There's nothing to judge," I say to her. "We are not doing anything wrong. It's all in your head."

  She stares at me in disbelief. "You're so pig-headed. I'm not going to waste my breath trying to get through to you. I guess I'll just cross my fingers that we're not discovered," she says and literally crosses the fingers on both hands while making a childish angry face. I swear she's so goofy sometimes.

  But the fact is when it comes to sneaking around and hiding, I'm really not into that. Sure, it can add a bit of excitement, but I refuse to worry about being found out. I'm not giving anyone that kind of power over me. Not Julie and not anyone else either. I meant what I told her. No one has the right to judge me.

  The next time I find myself at the house, it's two weeks later and I'm roped into another dinner party. Julie managed to escape somehow. It's Dad, Maryanne and Don Wainwright and his daughter, Nina. Wainwright is an old business associate of Dad's, but I wonder why his daughter is there. Then I notice that both Dad and Maryanne are trying to draw me into conversation with her.

  Is that why she's here? They're trying to set me up with her? I look her over. Nina is a tanned, very thin, stylishly dressed blonde with a vacant expression. I think she's bored out of her mind and I don't blame her. Without Julie here, this is a painful dinner to sit through.

  If she was here, she would be squirming and blushing, glaring at me, silently warning me to behave myself. I'll have no trouble behaving myself tonight. Who would think that Julie was the life of the party?

  Now my dad is prompting me to tell Nina all about getting my pilot's license over the summer. I play along. "One of my buddies went nuts for flying. I was just keeping him company. It's a cool experience," I tell her, but I'm thinking how I'd like to take Julie up in a little two-seater to give her a thrill and see how goofy she acts.