Stepbrother Prince : Cinderella Made Smutty

by Marian Tee

  An exotic-looking brunette had come out, naked but for the blanket wrapped around her tall, model-thin body. “Caro, I thought you were about to finish work.”

  I watched her eyes narrow at my presence before dismissing me with a lift of her chin. She continued towards the prince and, upon reaching him, took hold of the edges of the blanket before wrapping her arms – and the blanket – around the prince from behind. The position had her breasts pressing against his back, and when she whispered ‘Caro’ into the prince’s ear, she also made sure to rub her breasts up and down his back.

  The prince slowly looked at me.

  I couldn’t even find the strength to mask my emotions, too hurt at the intimate display between them. I tried to think about it sensibly, but my mind had shut down and my heart was crumbling into pieces. One stupid unintentional mistake, I thought painfully, and he could replace me that quickly?

  “You must have something to say to me.” The prince spoke in a lazy drawl, but his gaze was watchful, his posture more resembling a man in the brink of a fight rather than someone who was itching to go to bed with another woman.

  My fingers dug into my palms as I wrestled with hurt incredulity while the prince didn’t seem to find anything awkward or uncomfortable about having a woman twisted around him like a snake.

  I tried to beg the prince with my eyes. Don’t do this.

  But his gorgeous face remained cold and aloof.

  Unable to bear it, I started to stand up when I heard the prince ask, “Does it hurt?”

  I couldn’t believe he was asking me that. “Yes. Was that the point?”

  “Yes.” The door opened again, and I saw the other woman reappear, fully dressed this time.

  “You understand now, don’t you?” The prince didn’t take his gaze away from me as he spoke, not even sparing the other woman a single glance even as she curtsied before leaving the room.

  Seeing her go didn’t ease the pain inside me. For all I knew, he could have told her to come back when I was gone. “Aren’t you going after her?” I challenged crossly.

  He shrugged. “I don’t give a damn where she goes.”

  “Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em---”

  “No. Women like her, I leave alone. Women like you, I fuck.”

  His words threw me a loop and I felt like an emotional yo-yo with all his cryptic words. “Will you just tell it to me straight?” I shrieked. “If you’re going out with her then just---”

  The prince laughed.

  I was going out of mind with hurt and jealousy, and the prince had laughed at me. “Bastard.” It was all I could say without breaking down.

  But as I turned away, the prince said in a very casual voice, “I’m not going out with her.”

  I froze.

  “I am not going out with anyone else…but my stepsister.”

  Tears started running down my face.

  “My stepsister,” he clarified evenly, “who was idiotic enough to exchange letters with another man and think that it wouldn’t matter to me.”

  Suddenly he was clasping my shoulders from behind, and a second later, he had spun me back to face him. He cursed when he saw my tear-streaked face. “Do not cry! I will not be able to remain furious with you if you keep crying!”

  His words made me laugh and cry a little more. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” I choked out. “I’m truly sorry I was such an idiot. I’ll never disobey you again.”

  The prince’s lips curved. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

  I couldn’t fault him. “Then I promise to try not to disobey you again.”

  “Now, that is more plausible. However…” He stroked my face. “It doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me right, ukhayyah,” he said pleasantly. “You are not forgiven yet.”

  I blinked up at him in confusion. “T-then what should I do to make you forgive me?”

  Bending his head, the prince licked my lip.

  I froze and thought, Déjà vu.

  And then I was gasping, finding my lower lip sucked and bitten between the prince’s teeth. The contrast between pain and pleasure was excruciatingly beautiful, making my entire body shiver.

  The prince whispered against my mouth, “For me to forgive you…”

  His mouth moved down, and my head fell back as he nuzzled my throat.

  “You must seduce me first.”

  The Seduction

  That night, his stepsister appeared five minutes late for supper. When she did come down, she was a sight for sore eyes, her blond hair arranged in soft curls that fell against her back and her curvy body exquisitely flattered by the pale blue dress she wore.

  “Good evening, Your Highness.” His stepsister’s voice was breathless, which immediately alerted the prince. Lady Ella definitely had something up her sleeve.

  After greeting him, she hurried inside the dining hall but stopped midway.

  He raised a brow.

  She clumsily dropped into a curtsy. “Sorry,” she stammered. “I forgot, Your Highness.”

  The prince refused to make it easy for her by smiling, even though it was exactly what he wanted to do. Instead, he inclined his head in acknowledgment. “It is fine.”

  He pulled out the chair for her and took his seat after. The moment he did, he felt it, her hand immediately moving under the table.

  Ah, the prince thought. It was her first attempt of seduction.

  Her fingers grazed his knee---

  An attendant stepped forward, asking, “May we start serving the first course, Your Highness?”

  His stepsister yanked her hand back in panic and almost pulled the entire tablecloth with her. It was obvious on her face that she had forgotten they weren’t entirely alone.

  “Perhaps not yet,” the prince said smoothly. He turned to his stepsister, who was still red-faced, “What about you, Lady Ella?”

  “Umm…” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, with both the prince and attendant’s attention on her.

  Even as he sternly suppressed his smile, the prince took pity on her and said, “Is it all right if we have a drink first, Lady Ella?”

  She nodded jerkily.

  “Would you like to enjoy it in the drawing room?”

  She shook her head.

  How perfectly obedient she was. The thought made it even harder to control his amusement.

  At the prince’s nod, the attendant bowed, murmuring, “Excuse me, Your Highness.”

  When the door closed behind the attendant, leaving the prince alone with his stepsister, he said mockingly, “You may continue.”

  At his words, his stepsister looked torn between killing him and herself.

  He raised a brow. “You no longer care about seducing me? Shall I have another woman---”

  At the threat, she said hastily, “I care! I’ll seduce you!”

  “Then…” The prince leaned back against his chair. “Seduce away, ukhayyah.” She shivered at his words, and just the sight of it alone had him struggling to hide his body’s reaction.

  God, how he wanted her.

  Even now, his mind hadn’t stopped warning the prince that he was playing with fire. Ella was the one woman he couldn’t have, the woman who could take the throne away from him just by being herself – his stepsister.

  He knew that, but he no longer gave a fuck, pun intended.

  All he cared about was fucking her and making his stepsister his.

  Beside him, Ella had noisily inched her chair towards him, the screeching sound making the prince wince. Seeing it, Ella whispered, “Sorry.” A determined expression fell on her face. Before the prince could accept her apology or ask what she had to be determined about, Ella had made her second move.

  This time, her fingers found his cock.

  Pleasure shot through the prince’s body, and he fought hard to keep his face stoic. When he saw her wet her lips, his cock throbbed in her grip, and Ella jumped in her seat.


  Fighting to stay in control even though he had a feeling he could come in her hand right that moment, the prince asked tauntingly, “That is all you can do, Lady Ella?”

  A mutinous fire lit up her gaze. “No.” And she proved it by squeezing his cock – hard.

  The prince clenched his hand.

  She started stroking him, her touch inexperienced but arousing beyond belief, more so than any woman could make him feel before. As she continued stroking him, his balls began to tighten up and ache even more.

  When she wetted her lips, his cock twitched, and when she heard him growl as her strokes became faster, a whimper escaped her. “Prince…” Her strokes became wilder, her eyes clouding up with desire.

  Fuck. The prince was fast losing control and he began to wonder uneasily if he could really hold on to the end. It was the best hand job he ever had, and he was no longer able to remain unreceptive. He began to move on his seat, lifting his hips the slightest bit so he could thrust in her hand---

  Both of them heard the door connecting the dining hall to the kitchen swing open.

  The prince straightened on his seat, his face immediately becoming expressionless. Unfortunately, his stepsister was not as quick to adjust, her cheeks turning a fiery shade of red and her fingers freezing around his cock as the attendant came forward.

  “Your wine, Your Highness, Lady Ella.” The attendant placed their glasses on the table before opening the bottle and pouring wine for them each.

  All the while, his stepsister’s fingers remained on his cock, Ella clearly too scared to move and risk drawing attention to where her hand was.

  “Thank you, Gilbert.” The prince dismissed the attendant with a nod.

  When the attendant left, Ella practically sagged on her seat in relief.

  His shoulders rocking with laughter, he leaned towards her, and without warning, he sank his fingers into her hair, using it to pull her forward so he could kiss her open-mouthed. She gasped against his lips, but he didn’t ease up, even kissing her more deeply.

  When he pulled away, she had a dazed look on her eyes.

  He smirked. “Lady Ella, you are the one who’s supposed to seduce me.”

  She nodded glumly. “I know.” But right now, he was more the seducer than she was.

  He leaned forward, and she leaned back automatically, needing to put more distance between them before she expired due to lack of oxygen.

  His voice low and husky, he asked, “Would you like a tip, Lady Ella?”

  “Y-yes?” Actually, if he used that beautiful voice on her, she might just say yes to anything he said.

  “If you want to seduce me---”

  She held her breath.

  “You should know that seeing you touch yourself is the easiest way to get me hard.”

  The First Night

  The next day, the prince came back home almost midnight, exhausted and seething with frustration at the same time. Public outcry had become much worse now, and if his investigators still couldn’t come up with any concrete evidence that would help Ella out, the prince knew he would have to take matters in his own hands.

  And whatever he had to do, the prince thought harshly, it wouldn’t be pretty.

  The soldiers outside his door bowed at the sight of him and the prince nodded at them before entering his suite. Inside, he switched the lights open, and the first thing he saw was…Ella.

  He froze, his briefcase falling to the floor in his shock.

  She was lying on the L-shaped sofa, dressed in a thin silk nightgown that was completely transparent. Even better – or worse, depending on what she planned – she had no underwear underneath it.

  God, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

  Her beautiful golden hair, her ivory skin, her exquisite curves, and God, those wonderfully big breasts---

  His mind shut down. “You better seduce me now, ukhayyah,” the prince rasped out. “I’ll be damned if I have to wait another night before I can fuck you.”

  The prince’s words made me tremble all over. It had my breasts jiggling, and the sight had the prince sucking his breath. The look on his face had me frantically pressing my legs together.

  Oh God, the way he looked at me…

  “Get moving, Lady Ella,” the prince growled.

  I jumped at his harsh tone, but it was more out of excitement and anticipation than anything else.

  Slowly, I plumped my breasts, and the action had the prince’s nostrils flaring. It gave me confidence, and I started fondling the twin globes, kneading the flesh and then tweaking my nipples.

  To my surprise, the pleasure was almost as erotic as having the prince’s hands on my flesh. I closed my eyes, imagining it were the prince’s hands holding my breasts, and a whimper escaped me.

  “Yes.”

  My eyes flew open at his voice, and I gasped upon finding the prince stripping his clothes. For a long moment, all I could do was stare at him. Heat pooled inside me as the prince’s magnificent body was revealed. Oh God, I wanted to run my hands all over him, wanted to feel how hard his body was, how smooth---

  “Ella.” The prince uttered my name in a hungry, demanding growl. “Take it off. I want to see you naked.” He had his shirt off already, but his fingers paused on the zip of his pants, and I could have cried. I wanted to see more!

  The prince hissed, “Now, ukhayyah.”

  I hurried to obey, my fingers shaking as I reached for one strap of my nightgown and clumsily pushed it down. After doing the same to the other strap, I slowly wriggled out of the last piece of clothing I had on.

  And just like that I was naked.

  It was an indescribable feeling, being naked in front of a man for the first time. And that it was my stepbrother prince? It only added to my tension, making me want to wrap my arms around me and hide myself from the prince’s devouring gaze.

  But I didn’t.

  I kept myself completely exposed to him because I hadn’t forgotten what I came here to do.

  The prince was mine to seduce, and whatever it took – I would make that happen.

  “Beautiful,” the prince rasped out.

  I straightened at his words. Oh, how beautiful he made me feel. When he looked at me like that, it almost felt like I was really…what was it he had called me?

  “Touch yourself, ukhayyah.”

  He said the words like he would die if I didn’t follow him.

  My senses reeled, and the word I was looking for came to me.

  Temptress.

  That was what he made me feel. A beautiful temptress. And so tempted him I did. I ran my hand over my body. He growled when I circled my nipple without touching the pink tip, and the sound made me feel even more powerful. My hand drifted lower but paused just right above my core.

  “Take it off, too,” I whispered in a throaty voice I never knew I had. “I want to see you naked as well.”

  The prince shuddered. “Temptress.”

  He took off his pants in the blink of an eye and I found myself suddenly confronted by his nakedness. He was hard and bronze all over, and it was my turn to shudder when I saw his cock keep twitch and swell in size.

  Oh my God, it was still growing.

  I shook my head dumbly. “I don’t think…” I swallowed. Had I really been able to swallow that? And did that mean it was really going to fit inside me?

  There was only one way to find out.

  I had to seduce him.

  “Khal.” It was my first time to say the prince’s name, and it had the prince groaning.

  “Ella.” Oh God, the way he cried my name out.

  I reached for my pussy and, keeping my eyes on my stepbrother prince, I let my fingers drift down. I traced the folds, pretending it was his hand touching me, all the while looking at him, seducing him.

  A moment later, he was right in front of me, sweeping me up in his arms, my breasts squashed against his powerful chest.

  “You’ve seduced me.” The prince kissed me har
d. “You’re forgiven.” He kissed me again, but this time the movement of his lips was softer, more coaxing than demanding.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the prince back, my body trembling with need.

  He whispered against my lips, “May I fuck you now, ukhayyah? May I fuck my little sister and take her virginity?”

  Bully. Jerk. Bastard. But even as I cursed him in my mind, I could only hug him more tightly because there was no denying how his taunting, graphic words made me so darn wet.

  I licked his ear, just to have a little bit of revenge and as the prince growled, I said tremulously, “Fuck me please.”

  The Taking

  There was no time to think. The moment I gave the prince my answer, he didn’t waste a single second. His mouth conquering mine, he kept the kiss going even as he carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on his vast bed.

  He followed right after, rolling me to my back and spreading my legs wide open so he could position himself in between my thighs. I whimpered when he lowered my weight on me, and for one moment we just stayed like that, every inch of our bodies touching, straining against each other with desire that was begging to be sated.

  And it will be, I thought feverishly. Tonight, it would happen. It had to.

  Looming over me, his handsome face taut, the prince said harshly, “No turning back.”

  I shook my head, and I mumbled honestly, “It didn’t even cross my mind.”

  Fierce satisfaction gleamed in his blue eyes at my answer, and he rewarded me right after when he lowered his mouth and kissed me. It was the most passionate toe-curling kiss, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, his teeth nipping my lower lip.

  I could only draw a shaky breath when he lifted his mouth, but I started gasping again when I felt the prince’s mouth move down and he started sucking on my neck. He sucked so hard that I knew he would leave a mark.

  “Your Highness, no---”

  It was a half-hearted protest at best and the prince seemed to know it, the way he laughed – a rich and extremely male sound – before sucking even harder.