Page 18 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
I play back the feed, watching her dash around the apartment like the worst spy in history. When she disappears into my bathroom, a sinking feeling takes over me, and I mentally apologize to Nutso, knowing Sirena played a hand in his midday nap.
“Little trickster, what have you done?” I muse, both impressed by her creativity and infuriated by her defiance.
She’s clearly gone to great lengths to orchestrate her escape. I’d be frantic about her safety if I had fewer than four trackers hidden on her at all times. Changing screens, I activate the devices hidden in her purse, phone, and shoes.
She’s moving quickly, so she must have called for a cab because Giuseppe is busy running Emilia around all day on last-minute wedding business. I watch the dot move toward the Fashion Show Mall and grin, wondering what she’s up to.
Sending the tracker to my phone, I grab my keys and send a quick text to my Uncle Arman on my way to my Jeep. She didn’t get much of a head start, so I catch up easily, keeping my distance once we’re inside the mall.
I chuckle when I see her walking with another girl, both of them licking ice cream from a weird cat-shaped cone. Sirena looks around from time to time, and once, I was sure she spotted me. They spend some time looking at dresses in Neiman Marcus, and when she leaves empty-handed, I bribe the saleslady to bring me what Sirena had tried on. When she handed me the sparkling gown, my cock grew hard, and I couldn’t wait to see Sirena in—and out of—it. I bought it immediately and paid to have it delivered to the hotel within the hour.
They hit a few more stores before her friend leaves, dress in hand, and Sirena goes back to the food court.Fuck, I love that she loves to eat.Watching her eat the soft pretzel gives me all kinds of wicked ideas for later.
When she’s done and goes into a lingerie store, I nearly faint. Instead of listening to my cock and following her inside, watching her fingers skim the silky fabrics and imagining her modeling each and every one of them privately for me, I sit at her abandoned table, one eye on the shop, and the other on theAgent Provocateurwebsite, mindlessly adding everything I want to see her wearing to the cart. I check out, wincing at the total, as she leaves the shop, looking over her shoulder around the food court.
I follow her across town and wait in my car, watching her while she’s in the restaurant with her friends. She looks around several times throughout the evening but never glances outside. When she stands to leave, I head back to the apartment, wanting to make it back before her.
This woman is so fucking frustrating. And, I fucking love it. Her constant need to challenge me only makes me want her more.
She skulked home, looking guilty, and I couldn’t help but give her the chastisement she desperately deserves. After all, if I were anyone else—someone who isn’t tracking her—she would’ve been totally unprotected today. I need her to understand that her safety is my number one priority.
As soon as I gave her a reproachful glare, she steeled her spine and fired back.Fuck, I love her.The realization shakes me as I follow her up to the guest room. She’s mine. She agreed. The moment my mouth tasted her delicious cunt, her fate was sealed.
When I remind her of that casually, she doesn’t take it well.
Her words get jumbled as she speaks faster and in a higher pitch. She tries to put some space between us, but I need her closer—fused to me.
“What’s not to understand, Sirena? It’s really quite simple.” I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. “You. Are. Mine.” I punctuate each word with a kiss.
“I can’t think straight… can’t fucking breathe without knowing you’re safe,” I huff, leaning back to stare down at her.
“You can’t be serious! This isn’t real, Knox.” She says it confidently, but there’s a sadness in her eyes. She wants this, wants me. I just have to make her see that it is real.
I step into her, pulling her firmly against my body, aligning our hips, letting her feel my aching length. “Does this feel real to you?” I ask, swooping down to claim her mouth. She moans, wrapping her arms around my neck, and when I pull her closer still, she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Begrudgingly, I break the kiss, looking up into her eyes now that I’m holding her up so high. She leans down to kiss me, again, her hands on either side of my face. I can feel the heat from her pussy through our clothes, and I can’t wait any longer.
“I need you, babygirl,” I groan between kisses. “I was going to wait until you’re ready, but I can’t. I’m not a good man. I can’t wait.” My words come out as a deep growl, and I look up to see her watching me.
“I need you, too, Knox.” Her quiet admission is the only thing I need to hear. I turn and walk us into my bedroom, kicking the door shut with more force than I intended.
Walking to the bed, I gently lower her to the floor, her body rubbing along the length of mine until her feet touch the floor.
I lean down, my lips ghosting over hers, and I’m so ready to take her that I can’t stop the words that escape my mouth. “I’m going to take your tight, virgin pussy, babygirl. And, you’re going to take everything I have to give you.”
She whimpers, leaning up to deepen our kiss, and I know she’s ready to become mine. I pull her body into mine, grinding my hips against her, my cock leaking pre-cum with anticipation. “Fuck, baby, I need to be inside of you—soon.”
She laughs, biting my bottom lip. The pain sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my cock, and it presses against my zipper. She takes a couple of deep breaths before she surprises the hell out of me. “Fuck me, Knox,” she whispers. “Just—just take it easy on me at first, okay?”
I lean down and kiss her gently, bringing my hands up to cup her chin. “I’ll never hurt you, Sirena. It’ll be uncomfortable, at first, because it’s new. But, it won’t last long, and then you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder. And, I will. Because when it comes to me, you can have anything you want.”
She nods, bringing her hands to my chest, her fingers exploring the planes of muscle under my shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, moving to the hem to tug it up my body. I lift my arms to help her, but she’s too short to reach above me. She jumps once, laughing when it doesn’t work, and I rip the shirt over my head and stand before her, letting her eyes drink me in.
“Your turn,” I whisper, my eyes wide as she reaches behind her to unclasp her dress, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor around her feet. She’s left in a lacy bra and panty set that has my mouth watering.
“That’s not nearly good enough,” I say, reaching a finger to brush over one of her already pebbled nipples. She watches my hand move between her breasts, gasping when I flick my wrist and the fastener comes undone, freeing them.
Her hand reaches out, landing on the waistband of my jeans, and my abs contract at her soft touch. Biting her lower lip, she opens the button and drags the zipper down, giving them a gentle tug. As they fall down to the floor, she grazes her finger over my cock, and I nearly come then and there.
