Lies of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 3)

by Brother, Stephanie

  I start by turning over the glass coffee table, shattering it on the cool marble tiles. I watch out so I don’t step on any of the sharp pieces, but after a careful thought, I take one anyway and slice it across my wrist.

  Not enough to bleed out.

  Just enough to make her think I did it on purpose.

  Then I pick up the phone and type in Emme’s number.

  And I listen for the ring.

  “Hello?”

  Her voice is groggy with sleep and I can tell I’ve woken her up, which fits accordingly with my plan. So far, so good.

  “Emme, Emme,” I say desperately, my voice braking over every single word as I beg for her attention. I can immediately feel the change of the atmosphere across the line, the electric current reaching through the phone right to me.

  “What’s wrong?” she says, immediately alert, her voice only lightly ringed with a panicked tone. “Did something happen? Are you okay? Oh, please tell me you’re okay, Aiden …”

  I make sure to make a few exasperated moans and gasps and I can feel her getting more and more worried, breathing anxiously down the line.

  “I did something stupid, Emmy,” I say softly. “Something so stupid …”

  She takes a sharp intake of breath and I smile to myself, pleased with how everything is progressing.

  “I’ll be right there,” she says in a rush. “Do you want to stay on the line?”

  I make sure to stay quiet for a few moments to make her worried. “Aiden?” she asks anxiously. “Aiden, are you okay?!”

  I refuse to answer, instead cutting the line immediately after that. Then, I sit in the armchair in the living room, waiting for my doll to come and play.

  ***

  She bangs on the door when she’s hear, shouting my name desperately. I get up slowly, getting ready to play. My arm is bleeding, not too heavily but just enough to make her worried.

  I make my way to the door, whimpering and dragging my feet behind me as I do so.

  I open the latch with shaking fingers and she bursts in in a flurry of silken blonde hair and worried sentences, already grabbing me and pulling me closer, worried about me.

  “Aiden, oh Aiden,” she says, her voice shaking with worry. “What have you done? What is this?”

  She grabs my arm in her palms, turning it over so the gash is exposed. She takes a sharp intake of breath when she sees what I’ve done and I gasp with make belief pain as she touches me.

  Truth is, I don’t feel much of anything apart from the unsteady beating of my heart, the excitement building up deep in the pit of my belly. I want her so fucking bad it’s the only thing I can think about, my slashed arm completely forgotten.

  I fight back my urges for as long as I can, letting her drag me into the bathroom and clean my wound. She uses a bottle of vodka I had stashed in the cabinet of the bathroom, not mentioning the strange position of it.

  And all I can do is stare at her. Those beautiful, luscious, full lips … I’m already imagining them wrapped around the tip of my cock, suffocating on my girth.

  “Are you not hurting?” she asks worriedly, wrapping a gauze around my wrist.

  I realize I have to keep my act up, otherwise she’ll know something is up. I have to pretend something is wrong so she doesn’t think twice about helping me. And most of all, I have to get her to my bedroom.

  “I need to lie down,” I say, my voice breaking over the words.

  “Sure,” she says hurriedly. “Let’s get you to your bedroom and I’ll call a doctor …”

  She helps me up the stairs and I feign pain as she does so, making sure of something else as we make our way up. “Did you tell anyone you were coming over? I’m so embarrassed,” I say with a hushed tone.

  She shakes her head and my heart plummets. No one knows she’s here.

  She’s at my mercy. And I have none.

  We finally make it to my bedroom and immediately, her eyes spot the large tablecloth covering an object in the corner of the room. She doesn’t ask though, too preoccupied with getting me to lie down on the bed.

  I stumble on purpose, settling on the soft covers. Emme busies herself with the duvet, covering me like I’m some child, but I pull her hand, making her come closer.

  “Emme,” I groan. “Please … Lie next to me. I don’t want to be alone. I need you to help me. Only you can do it, you know it’s always been like that …”

  She only looks hesitant for a split second. I can almost see the gears turning in her head, contemplating whether she should do it or not. But finally, she gives a brief nod and climbs inside the bed along with me.

  I don’t touch her, oh, not yet.

  I let her settle next to me, a safe distance between us.

  She finally looks up to me through her thick black lashes. I wonder if they obscure her vision. She’s so beautiful … my perfect little baby doll.

  I imagine her broken porcelain exterior and it gets me off like nothing else ever could.

  “Emme,” I say.

  Our eyes meet across the bed and she smiles softly.

  “Why did you do this, Aiden?” she asks hesitantly, like she’s afraid of hearing the answer. “Why did you hurt yourself? How could you do that to your own body?”

  I look at her for a moment, contemplating my answer. Finally, I answer truthfully. “I did it for you,” I say with a groan. “Can’t you see, Emme? It’s always been for you …”

  There’s a certain wonder in her eyes I’m not used to, like she’s wondering what I mean.

  And for a minute, I let myself pretend we’re a real couple. We’re just lying in our bed, about to make love. We’re not fighting, and I don’t have the constant urge to hurt her, claim her. We’re just … happy. In love.

  But the red mist always takes over in the end.

  And as much as I want to fight it, I never win.

  So when I reach over to Emme and see the fear registering in her eyes, I know there’s no normal for us. I can either let her be, let her stay happy with my twin brother … Or I can selfishly take her for myself and ruin her in the process.

  I already made my decision.

  Chapter 9

  I pull Emme close to me and she doesn’t fight me, like she’s already excepted what’s about to happen. She’s like a ragdoll as I slide her on me, her legs straddling my hips.

  “What are you doing,” she says more than asks, her breath ragged as she looks around uncomfortably, as if searching for an escape from her predicament.

  “I’m taking what’s mine,” I growl proprietarily and place my hands firmly on her hips, grinding her against my hardness. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.

  “Aiden,” she gasps with shock. “Your hand … you’re hurt. You have no idea what you’re doig!”

  I smirk up at her, my smile devilish, my eyes cold and unrelenting. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I say calmly. “Didn’t you know I’ve been planning this all along?”

  Her innocent eyes widen at my words and she makes a lunge for it, trying to escape from my lap. But I’m too fast from her, grasping her hips and holding her firmly in place.

  “I’m going to scream,” she says, but her voice trembles, missing the resolve she used to have. I laugh out at her, raising my hips from the bed and grinding against her.

  Too bad she’s wearing panties.

  “Do you want to get hurt, doll?” I ask sweetly. “One word out of you, and I’ll cut you like you deserve.” I trace a fingers across her collarbone. “A slice here, a gash there … Would you like some scars to keep a memory of me, honey?”

  She whimpers and a small tear rolls down her cheek, and it gets me so fucking excited for what I have in store for her. She thinks this is bad? Emme has no idea what’s coming for her.

  With one fluid motion I take her in my arms and subconsciously, she wraps her legs around my hip to stop her from falling. I grin at her and she looks at me with shock and something like disgust, which makes me angry.

&
nbsp; Why has she never been attracted to me?

  I look the same as my brother, and she seems to have no problem fucking him.

  “Want to see what I got for you?” I ask her, and her pupils dilate with fear as she looks down at me. Somehow, I think she still believes I’ll let her go. She still thinks I’m a good guy, that she can help me, heal me.

  She couldn’t be more wrong, because I’m bad to the bone, and I’m about to prove that.

  With her in my arms, I walk over to the large object in the corner of the room that is covered with the tablecloth. In one motion, I pull the cloth off and reveal a big cage.

  Perfect for my new pet.

  Emme gasps and small whimpers escape her lips as she takes in the cage. It’s human sized, and I can feel the realization seeping into her eyes as she comes to the conclusion that it is meant for her.

  “Don’t, Aiden,” she begs me. “Someone will come for me. They’ll notice me missing!”

  “And I’ll help them look for you,” I promise her with a wicked grin. “No one will even suspect you’re hidden right here in your play pen.”

  Her eyes are horrified, and that’s when she makes a run for it. I let her fall out of my arms, my grin wide as she falls to the floor, clumsily picks herself up and runs out of the room, desperate to get as far away from me as possible.

  “Ready or not, here I come!” I say in a sing son voice and let myself laugh it off as I hear her whimpers of distress when she finds the doors locked and the windows screwed shut.

  I’ve prepared well for her arrival, and everything is in place.

  Now all that’s left to do is to play with my little doll.

  I walk down the stairs slowly, feeling my cock stirring in my trousers with the mere thought of what I’m going to do to her.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I say cheerily, and her cry of distress immediately gives off her location.

  I turn abruptly, ducking under the stairs where she’s hiding along some brooms.

  That’s when she starts to scream.

  Covering that pretty, pouty mouth with my hand, I whisper in her ear.

  “Don’t use up all your voice, pet,” I say with a wicked grin. “The games are only just getting started, and I’m nowhere near done with you …”

  She bits down on my palm and I feel the blood running down my fingers, but all I do is laugh triumphantly.

  Claim Emme - check.

  Now to destroy Blane.

  Chapter 10

  I take my doll to her place, locking her in her cage. But before I do that, I make sure to strip all of her clothes off her beautiful, lithe body.

  She cries while I do it, and only makes feeble attempts to stop me, which makes me angry. I want her fighting, resisting - it’s what I’ve been dreaming of for the past year.

  She’s too docile.

  I’ll have to show her what she’s missing, get some fight back in her.

  Because she might believe she’s getting out of here any minute, but I have different plans for her … for us.

  I strip her clothes off gently at first, but I start getting impatient as soon as her beautiful breasts are exposed to me. My fingers start trembling and it makes me fucking angry, so I rip her jeans off and the button flies somewhere across the room.

  She tries to scream again, so I take her shirt and wrap it around her mouth like a gag. Then she starts looking at me like some wounded doe, her eyes pleading with me to let her go.

  But she doesn’t try to run again.

  I unlock her cage and thrust her inside, and she immediately clutches the bars as I step back to look at her.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her naked body, her hands against the bars, her pleading eyes, her mouth gagged. It’s getting me off just to look at her and I have to stop myself from lunging forward and taking more of what I want from her.

  But then, the doorbell rings.

  I look around, feeling more than a little panicked, and Emme acts as if she’s woken up from a trance, whimpering through her gag and moving the bars, trying to get out of the cage or at least get someone’s attention.

  Cursing under my breath, I grab the tablecloth from before and throw it over the cage, hiding my play thing from unwanted eyes.

  Then, I make my way down my stairs, my heart pounding in my ears.

  I have to lean against the wall before I open the door, I’m so out of it.

  When I finally do, I expect to see Blane on the doorstep. But instead, Marissa is there, her face splotchy and red. She looks unattractive likes this, and it makes my cock go limp in seconds.

  “What do you want?” I growl at her.

  But before I can move, she’s already inside my place, storming around and blabbering incoherently. I purse my lips and imagine slicing her throat, her essence and all of those fucking words flowing out her with her red, red blood.

  I contain myself though, realizing she could be the perfect alibi for tonight. Later, when they discover Emme missing, I’ll be able to use her as an excuse.

  My lips curl upward as I join her in my living room.

  “You bastard!” Marissa shouts, hitting me feebly with her small fists.

  I have no idea what she thinks I’ve done, but she’s probably right to be mad at me.

  “What?” I ask innocently, raising my eyebrows up high.

  “I know what you did,” she says bitterly. “I know you hooked up with some girl at that sex club, you bastard!”

  Correction, dear Marissa. There were many, many more than just one. Sometimes more at a time, even.

  “Oh, Marissa,” I say softly. “Who fed you that bullshit?”

  She looks at me doubtfully, as if wanting to believe me. The bitch is so damn fucking naive. I could tell her anything and she would eat up that shit in a minute.

  “Daddy’s colleague,” she says brokenly. “Someone told him they saw you there, and Daddy mentioned it to me … You know he doesn’t know about us.”

  I smile softly at her, coming over and taking her chin in my hands while she looks up hopefully. What a stupid, useless bitch, I can’t help but thinking. But at least I have a use for her tonight …

  “And you believe that shit?” I growl and she slowly shakes her head no, which earns her a smile from me. It’s like her world just got lit up and she smiles back at me.

  “Let’s get those thoughts out of your head,” I say roughly, my hands finding their way under her skirt, and she’s already moaning because of my touch, that’s how badly she wants me.

  I’m wondering whether I should fuck her on the couch or the kitchen table when the doorbell rings again, and I immediately know it’s my brother.

  I don’t know why. Call it a twin thing.

  I motion for Marissa to wait and I head to the door, taking a deep breath to get ready. I think of Emme in my room, in my the cage I had made for her, and it makes me hard in a second. Knowing how desperate my brother will be to find her just makes me more excited.

  I open the front door, feigning surprise when I see Blane.

  “What’s up?” I ask nonchalantly, as if nothing has happened. I’m a good actor.

  He looks up at me and he is completely broken. “Have you seen Emme?” he asks desperately.

  This poor fucker doesn’t even suspect I took her.

  He has no fucking idea she’s a floor up from him, bound, gagged and naked in a steel cage. He just came to me for help, when I’m the one inflicting all this pain on him.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, my brow furrowed. I motion for him to come inside and he does exactly that, spotting Marissa in an instant.

  “She’s my …” I start, and immediately Marissa’s eyes light up hopefully. Fuck, I’m gonna have to do this, aren’t I? I think with regret. “Girlfriend,” I finally spit out, the word leaving a bad taste in my mouth and lighting up Marissa’s face like a goddamn Christmas tree.

  “Emme is gone,” Blane continues. “I got home from a business trip early, and she isn’t
there. And it’s the middle of the night … Have you heard from her?”

  He’s so deliciously desperate, the stupid fuck.

  I feign surprise as I shrug. “No, I haven’t … I haven’t talked to her at all. Where do you think she could be?”

  He walks around the room, pacing the length of my place nervously, his heels making a lot of noise on the floor. Subconsciously, I look up, imagining Emme in the cage. A little smile makes its way on my lips, but I make sure to hide it immediately.

  Blane walks over to the couch then, and his brow is furrowed as he looks at it. I follow his gaze, and when it lands on the object he’s looking at, my heart skips a beat.

  “What is this about?” Marissa groans tiredly, and I can tell she’s horny for me.

  But there are more important things on my mind.

  Because right there, on my couch cushion, is a purse.

  And judging by Blane’s expression, it’s definitely not Marissa’s.

  He picks it up, dangling it from one finger.

  “What’s this?” he asks, his voice broken.

  We stare at each other as a new plan formulates in my head. Goodbye, brother, I think bitterly, realizing there’s only one way out of this situation.

  We both lunge forward.

  Chapter 11

  Blane comes for me.

  I go for Marissa.

  I take her neck in my shaking palms and I squeeze down as hard as I can. She lets out a broken cry and Blane stops in his tracks, looking at me with complete shock.

  “You move a single step, and she’s gone,” I threaten him, emphasizing my words by squeezing even tighter so Marissa lets out a strangled cry.

  “You’re insane,” Blane whispers.

  “Only finding that out now, are you?” I spit out, and we exchange looks.

  What surprised me most is the shock in his eyes. After all this time, after all the shit I’ve done, he still thinks I’m a good person. Or he wants to believe it at least …

  Hate to disappoint, brother.

  “Where is she?” he demands next, and my lips curl upwards as I think of Emme upstairs, probably hearing everything that is happening and feeling terrified.