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

by Brother, Stephanie

  “In her place,” I say simply. “Exactly where she belongs.”

  “You sick fuck!” Blane shouts at me, his resolve finally breaking, his hands forming fists at his sides as he lunges forward, probably ready to snap my neck.

  “Not a step,” I say, gripping Marissa’s next between my sweaty fingers. She’s going limper and limper in my arms, and I’m well aware she’s going to lose consciousness if I don’t loosen my grip.

  “Aiden,” Blane says, trying to calm me down. “You can still make it out. You can still get out of here and walk away. Nothing that bad has happened yet.”

  I let out a shrill laugh and my brother just stares and stares at me.

  “You’re a good person,” he says softly. “You’re just … confused. And we can get you help, and everything will turn out alright. We’ll help you, brother.”

  I want to make him see he can’t. I want him to realize I’m broken beyond repair, damaged from birth. He can’t fix me, as badly as he wants to.

  So I squeeze just a little tighter.

  And Marissa loses her supply of air, her body finally becoming putty in my hands. So I drop her to the floor, and her small body clatters down like it’s nothing.

  Blane screams, cursing out loudly, immediately rushing towards her.

  I take my chance, taking the stairs two at a time, rushing to see Emme, take her with me. I’m desperate now, and I know I’m not thinking clearly, but one thought is obvious in my mind - I need to get away.

  But I’m not leaving without her.

  I rush into the bedroom, looking at the cage still covered with the tablecloth. Realizing I only have seconds, if that, I rip the fabric off of the cage.

  It’s empty.

  The cage is fucking empty.

  I let out a frustrated scream, turning around and looking straight at Emme.

  She looks wild, feral.

  She’s still naked, her beautiful body reflecting in the moonlight coming in through the window. Fuck, she’s beautiful …

  She also has a jagged piece of glass in her hand, and I realize it’s the same one I used to carve my arm with when I wanted to make her feel bad for me.

  “Emme,” I say with a crazed smile. “You got out.”

  I almost feel proud of her.

  “Shut up,” she snarls quietly, and I look at her with surprise, but immediately, my lips curl upward into a smile. My little doll has some fight left in her, after all.

  “Oh, baby, what are you going to do?” I ask her mockingly. “You aren’t going to hurt me …”

  She lashes out in that moment, the glass making contact with my skin and slicing it. I look at my doll with complete shock for a moment, but then I start to laugh.

  I laugh until tears are streaming down my face, and she just stares at me, horrified.

  “Emme,” I say. “Good to see you’re still fighting.”

  I walk over to her, easily wrestling the glass out of her hand and into mine. I take her in my arms where she belongs, and she barely puts up a fight when I touch the glass to her creamy skin.

  “You’re going to get punished now,” I say softly. “Because you were bad, and you know it, right?”

  She whimpers softly and I bury the glass in her.

  Luckily, I’m pretty good at carving, too.

  She starts screaming her head off and I can hear Blane’s steps on the stairwell, so I do a shit job, rushing it. Then he appears in the doorway, and I push my stepsister away from me and straight into her arms.

  “Emme!” he screams her name, holding her close.

  I rush to the window and clutch the window sill, throwing a look over my shoulder at the couple I want so badly to destroy.

  “I left you a little message,” I say with a smirk as they both look at me, horrified.

  Then I jump out of the window as they both start to scream.

  Epilogue

  6 months later

  My plan wasn’t perfect.

  Actually, it was so bad it failed almost immediately, and I will never forgive myself for that.

  As I sit on a beach, a cocktail in my hand, my feet buried in the sand, I contemplate what I’ve done and where I am now. I think of my brother and my stepsister, living in fear of me coming for them, and it makes me fucking happy to know they’re anxious.

  I got away.

  But the escape wasn’t perfect.

  Because I suspected my plan might fail, I had money set up in several accounts no one knew belonged to me. But that night when I jumped out of the window, I landed badly and broke my leg.

  I limped away from the scene of the crime, and I found refuge in a dirty alley - my old friend. But then something happened I wasn’t expecting would …

  Marissa came for me.

  The stupid, naive bitch forgave me, she was so desperate for me. She didn’t care what happened with my brother and Emme. She just wanted me.

  We enlisted Daddy Dearest to help us get out of the country. There was a price on my name, and I was a wanted man, but he made sure we got away safely. He’s an even stupider fuck than his daughter, and he ate up the shit I fed him about Emme and Blane, none the wiser about the truth.

  We’ve been in this resort for half a year now, and I’m getting used to the leisurely life on the beach. Marissa is an annoyance I can deal with, and at least she’s a good place to put my dick for the night.

  But I haven’t forgotten my little play thing, my sweet Emme.

  Every hour of every day, I remember the message I cut in her skin for both her and my brother to look at until I come for them again.

  I’m not done.

  Try as she might, my words will stain her skin forever, a mark that makes her mine no matter what she says. That makes me smile.

  I take a sip of my cocktail, tuning out Marissa’s endless chatter at my side, and my eyes fall on a girl playing volleyball on the beach.

  She looks so much like my Emme … Younger, though. Probably just a teenager, but with perky breasts and a tight little ass. I can already imagine the taste of her pussy on my lips.

  My lips curl upward in a smirk when she catches my eye.

  I’ll have Emme when the time comes … But no one says I can’t have some fun in the meantime.

  Ready or not, here I come.

  End of Part 3

  And here is a sneak peek of Part 4 (the last in the series) Game of the Stepbrothers, told from Emme Ford’s point of view … COMING IN APRIL 2015.

  Prologue

  2 years later

  Every day, my scar taunts me.

  Every look in the mirror, every time I wake up, I’m reminded I’ve been marked for life and there’s nothing I can do about it. I know Blane doesn’t like touching it – whenever his hands roam my body, he makes sure to avoid the spot on my back where the words are carved deep in my skin.

  Blane tells me no one can see it anyway.

  But I’m still self-conscious.

  I imagine people’s eyes burning through my clothes, seeing right through the fabric to the damaged, puckered skin, where Aiden’s words lie forever.

  I’m not done.

  It’s not just the scars. It’s those words, that goddamned sentence which makes me wake up screaming every night, plagued by nightmares. It makes me shiver every time I go into a dark alley, keeps me looking over my shoulder on a cold night.

  It keeps me in a state of perpetual fear and I know I need to be brave, need to trust Blane and the other men protecting me. Yet I can do nothing about the gut-wrenching feeling of dread deep in the pit of my belly.

  Blane wants a baby.

  He has made that abundantly clear, at first just hinting at the fact, but becoming more and more obvious with each day that passed. Finally, he admitted how badly he wanted a child out loud, and I’ve been dreading the topic ever since.

  How on earth am I supposed to bring an innocent infant in the world, knowing there is a man out there who would do anything and everything to hurt it? I would never forgive
myself when – if something actually happened.

  In his sleep, Blane pulls me closer until my body is tight against his. I can feel his hardness through his pajama bottoms, always ready for me, wanting me.

  At least that aspect of our lives hasn’t changed, and I’m thankful everyday for choosing the right brother. I guess it always has been Blane, and Aiden could never stand it.

  Settling into the crook of my stepbrother’s arms, I close my eyes firmly and tell myself to go to sleep, but it’s a vain effort. Dark thoughts keep penetrating my thoughts and I can’t seem to be able to get a wink of sleep.

  I lie next to Blane for hours, until it’s finally an acceptable hour of the morning to get up. Nuzzling into his side, he groans when he feels me moving.

  “Slept well?” he asks me and this time it’s my time to groan as I bury my face in his neck. I love the way he smells – all musk and something sweet, like vanilla and mint. It drives me crazy, even after all this time.

  Blane takes my face in his hands, flipping me on my stomach until I’m on top of his body, straddling him. His eyes are sleepy, but mischievous nonetheless and my gaze replicates his in moments.

  “Ready for you,” he groans, guiding my hand over his boxer shorts, where his cock is begging to be set free and played with.

  I tease him, running my hand over his shorts until he groans my name over and over again. Finally, he has enough of me and slips my hand into his boxers.

  My fingers wrap around the thick head of his cock, the skin velvety smooth in my hand. I moan when I feel the drop of pre-cum already on his cock, the bead wet under my fingers. I pull my hand out of his boxers and bring my index finger to my lips, giving it a long, delicious lick.

  I’ve come a long way since I was the sweet little girl whose innocence was taken away by her stepbrother … And then once again by his twin. It’s like some sick fairytale.

  The moment I lick his cum from my finger is the second he comes undone. With a low growl emanating from deep in his throat, he flips me on my back and rips my panties off until my pulsating sex is on full display.

  Already panting, he licks a finger fervently and pushes it inside me without waiting for my approval. I moan and my back arches as he checks if I’m ready for him. Finding me wet and willing, he gives me a satisfied grin and removes his finger, gripping his cock and guiding it towards my dripping entrance.

  “Want me?” he groans hoarsely, running the tip of his hard cock over my lips and clit until I’m mewling, asking him for more with animalistic sounds of pleasure. But he hasn’t had enough and he taunts me further by slapping my pussy with his cock.

  “Please,” I whisper softly. “Need you inside. Need your cock inside me,” I beg him.

  And he doesn’t need to be told twice, gripping my waist with one hand while he guides his cock inside me with the other. I yelp as he drives his full-length inside me, his hard on so big and thick it almost bruises my insides.

  “Fuck,” he groans, leaning down until we’re face to face, his mouth taking mine in a violent kiss. He grips my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to make me moan. “Be good and tight for me, baby doll.”

  Arching my back again, I take in the whole depth of his cock, pounding deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. I can feel him pulsating inside me and my pussy responds with the same fervor, my juices running down my leg and making me drip.

  This is how we like it in the morning – quick and rough. I’ve discovered I have a thing for dominance, and while Blane was extremely hesitant at first, he now doles it out with an iron fist.

  And I love it; love his rule over my body, mind and spirit. All of me belongs to him, and I whisper as much in his ear as he pounds his cock into my dripping wetness.

  I know neither of us will last much longer so I clench my walls even more and Blane groans when he feels me tightening around his cock. In seconds, his pants grow into raspy breaths and then groans, and then he clutches strands of my hair in a fist and breathes heavily in my ear.

  “Come on my cock, baby doll,” he orders, and I moan, knowing it won’t be long before I obey his wish. “Come on,” he says, pulling my head back by the hair. “Be a good girl for me … Let me feel you come.”

  I don’t need anything else as I feel the vibrations start deep in the pit of my belly, running through every limb until all of me is under pressure. I come with a loud curse, my clit throbbing as he finds it with his fingers, massaging rhythmically and not letting go even when my orgasm should stop.

  “Need to come with you, baby doll,” he groans in my ear as a strangled cry escapes my lips, encouraged by his rubbing of my swollen clit. “Right now …”

  He groans loudly and curses before I feel him pulsing in me, finally releasing his cum, which I crave so badly. I feel the liquid running down my leg as he releases his hold inside me, and I don’t waste a second.

  Not even waiting for him to finish and still dizzy from my own orgasm, I move from under him and to the side while he collapses on the bed next to me, still moaning.

  Then, I move down and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, licking him clean.

  The taste of his cum was an acquired taste, but now it’s like I have an addiction. I lick every last drop and suck him dry until he can only gasp with each movement of my tongue over his thick head.

  Finally, when I’m satisfied with my own work, I let Blane cradle me in his arms, giving him a mischievous smile.

  “Now it’s a good morning,” I say wickedly, and his grin mirrors mine as I settle in his arms, the sheets damp with our combined juices.

  And it’s moments like this, the blissful mornings, the crazy orgasms, that I can forget about the predicament we’re in … If only for a few minutes.

  TO BE CONTINUED …

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  Lies of the Stepbrothers

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