Bitch-fight.
"Glad you decided to come, Sally," Steve says, and like the hormonal mess that I am, I feel flattered. Enough to ignore the little voice of reason that reminds me why I should loathe him. He uses women like disposable goods, right? Right. Who cares? That's Cathy's voice. Your stepbrother! Hot! That's Cathy too. In the seconds it takes the Goddess to stand face to face with me, Steve hand slides up to my naked skin and my breathing picks up when I feel the same hand make its decent down.
"Aren't you..." the Goddess says, fake smiling and then halting as her eyes go down to Steve's crotch. That thing must be clearly visible but the bitch doesn't look like she is going to bring up the state the guy she is dating is in. She pretends to be thinking who I just might be—a reminder I'm not in her league. No one will hesitate when it comes to her.
"The daughter of Belle Trisky," I say, smiling back just as pleasantly. I don't offer my hand and neither does she. Steve's hand slides under my dress, and part of me wishes I wasn't wearing panties. The Goddess looks at Steve, a perfectly arched eyebrow raised.
"Steve," I hear myself say, as if listening to an utter stranger, "why don't you show me the bedroom." I didn't really say that, did I? I did. Instinct, not reason. Shameless. Not pride. Perfect delivery.Not a hint of a tremble in my voice. Back straight and chin up, I offer the Goddess a challenging look. She looks like she might explode.
Blinking hard and fast, she stares at me, not believing she’s heard right. She needs seconds to come up with a reply. In a bitch-fight, that’s ages. Too long. The terrace has grown silent except for the music that comes streaming through the open doors.
"Yes, I really should," Steve says. America’s most desirable bachelor.Suddenly the stars seem too bright—that much brighter—and I can't stop the smile that spreads when I realize how far out this all is.
"You... you…" the Goddess says. She’s never looked this ugly, with her brow pulled down in an ugly frown. There are no tears, though; just hurt pride. I guess Steve MacCarty is as much a vanity project to her as she is to him. Oh, I snagged America's most desirable bachelor. Yes, that is something she could brag about. I got dumped in full view of friends and strangers by America's most desirable bachelor. Nay. Doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?
"Pig?" I offer helpfully, disintegrating pride talking when I allow Steve to squeeze my ass, juices flowing freely.Andrew laughs, and some of the other guests join in. That's enough to break the silence. Like we are entertainment, some whisper in each other’s ears. I don't have to guess what they are talking about.
"Pig!" the Goddess says. Part of me wishes I could walk out like her. That would be reasonable. Instinct is making me stay.
"I've been called worse," Steve says coolly.
"I'm certain you have," I say, painfully aware his hand is still on my damn ass, squeezing my flesh like I'm his property. Worse still, I like it. "So how about showing me that bedroom?" I say and swallow hard. I really didn't just say that, did I? I did. He looks at me like I'm a member of a different species, and just when I feel my cheeks can burn any worse, he takes my hand and leads me away. God have mercy.
"There is a lot you don't know about me," Steve says, leading me past guests who give us inquiring looks. He ignores them. So do I.
"Like?"I say. My heart thunders when two large red doors appear in view.
"That I sleep naked," Steve says. I can't help but draw my breath at the thought of it. Naked beside him. Nipples tingling and clit throbbing, I bite my lip. The large red doors open automatically and he leads me inside. Someone should step in and rescue me.
"How about you?"Steve says. He turns abruptly and I can sense, not hear, the doors close behind me as ambient lights turn on.
"What?" I say, pulling myself away from the thought of him naked and against me, the envy of every woman on the planet. Oh wait, they aren't going to be his stepsister. I am.
"Naked? Or maybe just panties?" he says, turning me around and against him. He is rock hard and my body responds without hesitation.
"Aren't you bothered that we will be stepsiblings soon?" I say. Smokescreen. I shiver when he slides a hand down and under my dress once again. Unexpectedly he steps back and lifts my chin up. My throat is dry when I want to talk. His eyes pierce mine.
"You'll be mine long before that happens," he says, with that maddening confidence that takes my breath away. Before I can reply, his lips descend. They feel strong and my lips respond before I have a say in it: parting just enough for our tongues to meet—all my repressed needs breaking through. It is a long kiss. Greedy.Neither of us holding back. When we come up for air, I'm panting, and before I can object he undoes the tie holding my dress over my shoulders.
"Wait!" I say, but it is already too late. My dress flutters to the ground and I'm left more naked than dressed. Without losing time, Steve cups my left breast and I moan when his strong lips find my stiff nipple, pleasure shooting through me when he lightly bites down on the flesh. Pressing my thighs together, I submit to his tongue. God!
His face is feral, not human, when he looks up from between my legs. We both know what will happen next, and we both know I want it.
We kiss again, and this time I push myself against him hard, welcoming his thumbs as they hook under my panties.
His eyes never leave mine as he unbuckles, his pants sliding down his legs in the same way my dress slid down my body not that long ago. Looking down, I see his manhood. Blood engorged, he is even bigger than he felt. Too big. A large broad head crowns a long shaft of hard meat that makes my pussy throb.
"Oh God," I cry under my breath when I feel the broad tip press against my private lips. "Wait!" I say, and I'm surprised he does. Confused, not certain what I want to say, words well up that I didn't expect but should have seen coming, "Take me!" Simple.Efficient.Instinct. Pushing hard, he parts my pussy to the point of bursting, pleasure rippling through me. I cry out when the tip slides in, followed by hard inches of more cock than I ever dreamed possible. All of it finds its way deep inside me. Every inch.
Leaning over me, Steve keeps my legs spread wide and kisses me hard. Too hard, but I like it and kiss back just as hard. Lifting my hips up, I welcome the last few inches until he has lodged himself deep inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin.
"I'll marry you, Sally Trisky," he says, the taste of his mouth still lingering in mine. My heart stops, reboots, and starts racing. "You know that, right?"
I do, I want to say, but I can't. I'm speechless.
Our tongues never leave each other while he drills me in a steady and fast rhythm that leaves me panting and sighing. Bucking my hips up, I meet each of his thrusts. "I can't believe how big you feel inside of me," I cry, tears wetting my cheeks in the same way that my pussy wets his cock as he nails me. Not lovingly but primitively. Like an animal.
"But—" I object. Speechless.
"What? The wedding is in two weeks, and I plan to marry you in the morning."
Not understanding, feeling dizzy, I just stare at him. Steve MacCarty and his handsome face, and the twinkle in his blue eyes that leaves me breathless. I recall one interview where he vowed to never marry, and here he is—proposing. Me. Naked me. Well, not counting a pair of red high heels. Surrounded by mirrors that show our reflection.
"Fuck me, Steve MacCarty," I cry. I’ve never said that to anyone. "Fuck me as hard as you can!" I mean it. Someone has to quench the fire between my legs, and my whole being wants him to do it.
"Will you marry me, Sally Trisky?"
"Yes, I will," I say hoarsely. Smiling like an idiot, not knowing if I'm coming or going, I surrender to instinct.
His fingers find mine and he feels like an overpowering presence above me, his hard cock laying my spasming pussy to waste. "Urgh," I grunt, the universe exploding in front of my eyes. At the height of my orgasm, I hear the words I want to hear as his seed floods my womb. "I love you, Sally."
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Billionaire-Stepbrother Obsession
I am absolutely certain this is not a good idea, not a good idea at all. Nervous and a bit scared, l wonder who I'm kidding. This is insane. Utterly. But there is a longing in my chest that isn't leaving me a choice. Just my luck that I had to fall head over heels for my own stepbrother, Jimmy. The one guy that I should stay far away from. But I can't, not any longer. I've denied my feelings for him for far too long, feigning ignorance of my own feelings for convention's sake.
I mean, what would people say if I presented him as my boyfriend? That's not even talking about how mom and dad would respond. That is what has held me back for so long. The last Christmas was the most terrible ever by far. I'd do anything to avoid Jimmy. Anything.
Being near him was one big heartache from start to finish. But I'd fake it. Fake being happy around him while I was pining away for so much more than the casual interaction that was the norm. After he returned to college, I tried to forget about my feelings and distract myself by focusing in on all the hot guys available at school. Plenty of them who made it clear they'd love to lay their hands on me. Hell, I even came close to just go with the flow. But that is not how the heart operates.
At night, each night, it was always Jimmy who would appear in my mind as I stared into the darkness of my room. The one guy who just did it for me. The one guy who would make a warmth explode in my chest that was always followed by a heartache that I tried to deny. My stepbrother the hunk and the sweetest guy ever, also heir to a multi-billion corporate empire.
That is how it has been for months now. And you know what? I even thought I could get away with it. Told myself that I'd get over it. Shows how foolish I can be when I want to. But when he returned home from college for the summer vacation two weeks ago, the warmth that exploded in my chest the moment I laid eyes on him told me that enough is enough. Teaching me one vital lesson: you can only fool yourself for so long. I've been on a non-stop seduction campaign ever since, but not getting anywhere near the kind of feedback that I'm after. So today I intent to go for the kill, all or nothing. Consequences be damned.
I know that I am being foolish. Maybe even juvenile and just acting my age. I'm also only too aware that maybe he just doesn't feel for me the way I feel for him, a thought that has my heart sink in my chest like the Titanic; broken in two and beyond repair. But my heart isn't going down without a fight. I'd rather make a fool of myself and know for certain that it wasn't meant to be than hide in fear for the heartache that the thought of his rejection brings.
I can't say I'd blame him if he were to reject me, I'm his stepsister after all. And I'm certain that despite having turned eighteen last month, he probably still can only perceive me as the girl he met for the first time only three years ago, not the young woman that I've become.
So yeah, I know where I stand and what I'm up against. I'm also ready to throw all my resources in the mix to come out as the winner, his heart the trophy that I'm after. All false modesty aside, I know I'm hot. The kind of hot that makes guys, and some girls too, do a double take when I walk in the room. At five feet and five inches, I'm not exactly what you'd call tall, but I have curves that more than make up for it, all thanks to mom passing her killer genes on to me.
Genes that express themselves in the form of a classical hour shaped figure with the kind of tits and ass that make girls envious and guys drool, and me proud. Add to that a thick mane of dark red hair that I just spend over an hour on trying to get just right, a pair of bright blue eyes that can't help but sparkle, and a pair of full lips that emit the passion and sensuality that I would love to unleash on him, and you have a package of pure teenage sexiness that I am counting on to help me get what I want.
For convenience's sake, I'm ignoring the fact that so far Jimmy has treated that same package with a coolness that is off putting. Other than that, my aching heart is providing me with the courage that I consider my biggest ace. The courage that allows me to dress up more shamelessly than I've ever done before just to show off what could be his if he wants it, all with the hope that once I have that killer body of his secured, his heart will surrender too.
"Sis, you coming?" Jimmy yells from the foot of the stairs, my heart skipping a beat when I think about what I'm setting out to do. Part of me loves that he took up the habit of calling me Sis from day one, another part cringes. If only he knew that I want to be to something far different to him than just his stepsister.
"I'm coming," I yell back, instinctively thrusting my chest out as I give myself one last look in the mirror. I'm wearing a pair of cut off jeans that hug my hips and bubble ass like a second skin and a low cut pink tank top that allows me to display my flat stomach, as well as a serious case of cleavage, and my favorite Nikes.
Sweeping my hair to one side for what feels like the hundred time, I scrutinize the curvy locks that frame my face and cascade down one shoulder, and the lips that are painted a rouge that the add promotes as "uniquely decadent", a perfect match to the deep blush that are a permanent facial feature these days whenever Jimmy is around. Deciding that I look as seductive as I can get, my confidence receives the little boost I need to offset the pounding of my heart and the way my stomach is tied into knots.
"Well, hurry up, will you? I don't want us to be late," Jimmy yells. Me neither, but I am so nervous that part of me wants to hide and pretend I am not feeling what I am feeling. Fake being indifferent to him, not dying on the inside to reach out and wrap my arms around him, our lips touching. But faking indifference is not an option, I wish.
A final deep breath and I tear my eyes away from the mirror, assuring myself I have every reason to feel confident. With legs that feel weak and hands that have a tremble to them, I leave my bedroom, determined to make it happen. We are supposed to meet friends at the mall for a movie. With a little luck, we'll never get there.
The thought of having Jimmy all to myself in a luxurious suite is more to my liking.
Stepbrother Holiday (A Forbidden Billionaire Romance)
“We are preparing for the final descent. Please fasten your seatbelts now and place your trays in the upright position. Thank you.”
Hayden looked up as the light for the seatbelt illuminated. He couldn’t believe that they were going to land soon. It was surreal, how time didn’t seem to exist as he was talking and flirting with Nina. He snuck a look over towards her, and was gratified when he saw the same disappointment written on her face. He groaned inwardly as he watched her bite her own lip. What he wouldn’t give to be doing that himself. In fact, if he could have had his own way, he’d have bought out the entire flight. He wanted to run his hands all over her, feel the sweet softness of her body under his.
The thing was, unintentionally or not, he had created a problem. He hadn’t figured it out until halfway through, but somehow Nina didn’t have a clue that he was going to be her stepbrother. Whether it was because Sarah had never mentioned him, or she hadn’t bothered to look him up, it felt almost refreshing to have her get to know him as just Hayden, plain and simple. He hadn’t had that since he was very young. Back then he went to school with others who were just as well off as he was, and while there was a shadowy sense of just how important he was, it had never bothered him the way it did now.
He hadn’t meant to lie to her, but now he wasn’t sure how to get out of it. Hayden knew that she liked him. It was clear as day. And he did too, surprisingly enough. What had started out as a way to get Nina out of his system by seducing her had suddenly become a lot more complex. But how was he supposed to have known that all this time, she hadn’t known who he was?
Unfortunately, the decision was made for him. As they exited the airport, a driver held up a sign saying “Hayden and Nina”. It didn’t take a genius to figure out just how many Haydens and Ninas there could have been on the flight.
She stopped, stock still. Her mouth had dropped open, and her eyes were wide. Nina turne
d around to look at him, hurt and confusion written on her face.
“Nina,” he said quietly, “I can explain.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice quavered just a little at the end.
“I was going to explain, to say, but I just didn’t have a good time…”
Hayden started to reach out to her, to pull her closer, but she pulled her hand back towards herself. He knew why she was angry. It seemed like such a cruel trick, to flirt with her when he knew that she was going to be his stepsister. That it would be wrong to continue on the path they were headed to.
Hayden’s file on her had been thorough. She didn’t have a boyfriend, and she never did before either. She was too shy and guarded to let anyone in, and over time, it had hardened into a shell that didn’t let anyone in. Her anger smarted, but he knew that he had nobody else to blame but himself. He should have spoken up.
“There’s no need,” she said. “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t. He knew she wasn’t. But Nina turned toward the driver and shook his hand, all traces of her feelings wiped off. Her walls had gone down, and Hayden was locked out.
The ride back was similarly icy. Even the driver seemed to pick up on the silence and gave up trying to point out interesting facts about St. Lucia after the first few minutes. Hayden wanted to try to explain, but he could see that it would only make things worse. Nina wasn’t ready to listen to anything he had to say, replying only with monosyllables.
He shook his head, frustrated by his own stupidity. Who did he think she was, just another silly bimbo girl at the bar? Nina was way smarter than that, and he had miscalculated. A lot. The only thing he could do was wait until they were alone again, or risk embarrassing her further.
At least they were in a beautiful place. Maybe that would allay her anger a little bit. The resort that her mother had picked out was spectacular. Not only was the resort ground completely separated from all the other hotels in St. Lucia, they would have their own private ‘sanctuaries’ as the hotel called them, complete multiple bedrooms, kitchens, and a living room that opened out to a private infinity pool. Hayden had hoped that they would be able to get to know one another by sharing the suite together.
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