Page 58 of Jealous Stepbrother
“Get on your knees,” he growls.
The sound of it punches through me, heat and dread tangling low in my belly.
“Wait.” I manage to whisper even though my throat is tight. “You need to tell me what happened tonight, at dinner…and this afternoon…with your dad.”
His eyes blaze. “What happened is he sniffed too close to the truth. What happened tonight is I nearly lost my shit at the thought of you going to brunch tomorrow with a bunch of boys who’ll look at you like you’re free game.” His hand clamps around my jaw, forcing me to hold his stare. “Just so we’re clear, that’s happening over my dead body.”
My heart knocks hard against my ribs. “You can’t control who?—”
“Can’t I?” His mouth curves, all sharp teeth and fury.
I swallow hard, pulse stuttering under his grip. “Asher, you’re overreacting?—”
“Overreacting?” His gaze is wild now, furious and unflinching. “You think tonight was fun for me? You think I can watch you across a table and pretend you’re not mine?” His voice drops to a growl, vibrating with something rawer than anger. “You still don’t get it, princess. You’ll learn. On your fucking knees.”
I hesitate too long.
His brows lower, and then his hand leaves my jaw only to wrap firmly around the back of my neck, guiding me down, forcing me.
I tremble as the polished wood presses against my knees, his tall, dark frame looming over me.
“Good girl,” he rasps, tugging at the waistband of his sweats until his cock springs free, thick and already hard, the flushed head inches from my mouth. “Now open up. Prove to me you understand who you belong to.”
Heat scorches my face but my lips part, and when I hesitate, his thumb drags across them again, smearing the taste of him there.
“Take me, sis,” he orders. “Every inch. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him, and the groan that rips from his chest vibrates all the way down my spine. His hand fists in my hair instantly, guiding me, rough, firm, controlling.
He tilts his head back, a savage sound spilling from his throat as the filthyglurck glurck glurckof sucking my stepbrother’s cock fills the room.
“That’s it,” he growls. “God, Scarlett…look at you. Kneeling for me like you were made for this.” His hips flex, pushing deeper, making my throat stretch around him.
My eyes water, but the feral satisfaction in his gaze pins me in place.
“Maybe I’ll change my mind in the morning. Let you show up to brunch tomorrow with my taste still dripping down your throat?” he snarls, rocking into me harder now, punishing. “You think I should let those dicktards take one look at you and know that tonight, right here, you choked on my cock until you couldn’t breathe?”
I moan around him, the sound vibrating along his length, and his grip in my hair tightens almost painfully. His breath breaks in a ragged curse.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it, baby. Take every inch.” His thrusts get harder, sharper, my lips stretched wide, tears pricking my lashes. He looks down at me like I’m his deepest torment and his highest high, and his voice breaks low and vicious when he snarls, “Mine. Every bit of you, mine.”
I whimper around him, thighs clenching, shame and arousal a molten knot in my chest and in my drenched pussy.
He slows suddenly, pulling me back by my hair, forcing me to look up, strands sticking to my wet cheeks.
“I’ve changed my mind. No fucking way are you going to brunch,” he says, voice a dark vow. “You’re staying home, I’m going to wreck you from your beautiful head to your dainty fucking toes. I’ll dick your throat raw and leave you shaking. And you’ll know every time you swallow that it’s me inside you, not them.”
The brutal intimacy of it makes me shudder, heat rolling through me until I can’t breathe. Until I gorge on him, eager for that throat-wrecking.
He hisses and curses and thickens in my mouth and I ready myself to take my stepbrother’s thick load down my throat, but to my shock he yanks me off him.
My whimper of protest is cut off when one hand closes over my throat, the other spiking into my hair, lifting me until I’m half-dangling off my knees, my vision beginning to haze.
He’s not gentle when he tilts my chin so I’m staring into his unhinged blue eyes.
“Be thankful we are who we are, and have this life,” he breathes, his nose a whisper from mine.
I blink. “W-why?” I croak.
