Page 20 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

“Damn,” Jason muttered, realizing his mistake.

“Last year?” I screamed.

I watched Noah move towards me as I lunged, my fist swinging towards Jason. Before I could connect, Noah grabbed me from behind, lifting me off my feet.

“Jason, I think you should go.”

Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He apologized as he slipped out through the front door.

The second Noah let me go, I turned on him, raising my knee to hit him in the stomach, but he barely flinched when I connected. I tried again, but this time he was ready. With a swift movement, he grabbed me, backing me against the wall.

“How is fighting me or Jason going to make this any better, Creed?” His voice was strained and he looked really fed up..

I shoved against him, my frustration boiling over. “Stop talking to me like you’re not part of the problem! Everyone kept secrets, thinking it was for the best, but nobody thought about what it would do to me! Fighting you would make me feel better.”

I don’t know why I did it—maybe out of sheer frustration—but I forcefully pressed my mouth against his. To my surprise, hekissed me back without hesitation. It was all teeth, tongue, and anger.

I rubbed myself against him, reaching down his joggers. His dick was hard and hot. I stroked him, spreading the precum over the head with my thumb.

“Stop, Creed,” he growled, trying to pull my hand away.

“No.” My teeth sank into his bottom lip, drawing blood before I let go. “Just fuck me.”

He tried to shove me off, but I had already wrapped my hand in his shirt, and he wasn’t exactly trying very hard. He was way bigger than me; if he wanted me off, he could have pushed me away.

“Fine,” he spat, spinning me around and pressing me over the back of the white tuxedo sofa that took up half the room.

He hiked up my skirt, fingers catching the edge of my panties, and then a quick, rough pull—the sound of fabric tearing echoed the room . Cool air rushed over my skin, raising every nerve in my body. A low sound escaped my throat, raw and filthy.

“Fuck,” I cursed loudly as he slammed himself into me.

He set a rough pace, I panted out, while he fucked me hard. Wetness slipped from my pussy, wetting him.

“Shut up,” he growled, shoving two fingers into my mouth, to silence me. I bit down, hard, tasting the salt of his skin. With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me upright until my back flushed against his chest. I could feel every rough breath he took as he pounded into me, splitting my wide open.

And then he froze, buried deep, moaned my name and dug his fingertips into my skin, grinding into me, filling me with his cum.

Breathless, I slumped to the floor, legs raised as if to catch his sperm.

Noah angrily shoved himself back into his pants, muttering to himself.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped.

I opened one eye, meeting his shocked expression. “No use in wasting good sperm. I’m ovulating. It’s a good day to get pregnant.”

His eyes went wide, and for a moment he looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“I just had fertility treatments. I’m trying for twins,” I continued, my tone icy. “ If I do get pregnant with your baby, you’ll be as silent as you were for Maine. Nobody will know they’re yours. Now get out before I scream.”

Noah stared at me like I’d lost my mind, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I waited until I heard his footsteps fade away before letting the tears fall. After a few minutes, I got up and left the suite.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw my father striding toward me, a serious look on his face.

I wasn’t in the mood. I turned and started walking the other way.

“I’m not trying to hear it, Daddy.”

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