Page 20 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she screams, and hearing her call me Daddy is the last straw.
I bury myself deep inside of her, my hands gripping her hips and holding her body to me as my seed shoots deep inside of her. She comes apart for me, her tight pussy spasming around my shaft as my cock pulses.
I stay inside of her until the aftershocks fade, and we collapse into a pile of limbs on the bed. I pull her to me, bringing her head to my chest where she can feel my heart still racing. “That was…” I start, unsure of how to convey my feelings after such an earth-shattering experience.
“Wow,” she whispers, bringing a leg over my hip and scooting closer into my body.
Chapter ten
And Then We Danced
Knox
I’mamanobsessed.Consumed by one thing and one thing only—Sirena. She consumes my every thought. Everything I do is designed to bring her joy. She’s asleep in my bed—after the most amazing night, and all I have to do now is find a way to keep her there. She’s still uncertain that this is the life for her, but without her, I have no life at all.
I woke up early, my mind reeling with plans to show her that the life I have to offer her is what she wants. I’m pulling out all the stops today, anticipating her every want and need. I don’t want her to be able to come up with a single reason why she doesn’t want to be with me.
Grabbing my iPad, I order a gourmet breakfast from one of the casino restaurants and begin brewing a pot of coffee. When it’s done, I fill a large mug, topping it with white chocolate mocha creamer, and carry it upstairs to my room.
I lean against the door for a moment, just watching her sleep, unable to believe that she’s finally here. Walking into the room, I set the coffee on the side table and sit on the bed beside her, reaching under the covers to gently tickle the arch of her foot.
She stirs, drawing her feet up tighter against her body before she giggles and opens one eye to glare at me.So fucking adorable. “Good morning, babygirl,” I say quietly, enjoying the show as she sits up, stretching, her naked breasts on display.
She gasps, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. “Oh, honey, we’rewaypast modesty, don’t you think?” I tease, reaching over to pick up the coffee and hand it to her with a kiss to her forehead.
“We’ve got a big day ahead of us. Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast when you’re up,” I say, watching her take a small sip of the warm coffee before she takes a deep gulp. I chuckle, forcing myself to walk out of the room.
A few minutes later, the door chimes, and I usher the waiter in, directing him to set breakfast up on the kitchen island. Handing him an obscenely generous tip, I close the door behind him and turn around, seeing Sirena standing in a long robe at the foot of the stairs.
I walk over to her, take her hand, and kiss her knuckles, leading her into the kitchen and placing her on a stool. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the spread. “Wow! Is there anything you didn’t order?” she asks, laughing.
“No. I want you to be able to try everything. The kitchen will make you something else if you don’t see anything you want.”
“That isn’t the issue; I want to try it all. But, we can’t possibly eat all this food, Knox,” she exhales, her eyes returning to the food.
“Don’t worry, babygirl. The fellas will eat the leftovers,” I promise, piling food on a plate for her.
“Oh, good. So, you mentioned a busy day… what are we doing first?” she asks, leaning forward, an excited expression dancing on her beautiful face.
“I’m going to show you our gym first,” I tell her with a playful wink.
“Exercise? You’re really going to try to convince me to stay here by making me exercise? Huh. Good luck with that,” she laughs with amusement.
“No, babygirl, I’m not. But, what Iamgoing to do is show you your new dance studio. Then, you can give me a list of everything you need for it.” Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens, showing a bite of french toast. “Now that you mention it… if you want, I can stretch you out in every yoga position that gets my hands on your body. Then, I could have you riding my back while I do some push ups,” I suggest salaciously bringing the sweetest pink tint to her cheeks.
We walk around the area that will soon be her new dance studio, and she gapes at me when I call the contractor and give him the go-ahead to get started. “You’re out of your mind!” she exclaims, but I catch her sneaking glances around the room, and I know she’s mentally planning out the space.
“For you—always,” I say, tucking a strand of her silky hair behind one ear. There’s a freckle at the top of it, and I lean down to kiss it tenderly. “Now, get ready. I’m going to take you to Utopia.”
“Seriously, Knox?” She narrows her eyes at me but can’t help the smirk forming on her lips.
“It’s a spa, babygirl,” I tell her, chuckling, leading us to her room.
“Ooooh,” she says, a blush blooming on her cheeks as she giggles.
“Though, if you ask me real nice, my tongue can take you there, too,” I wink, leaning down to lick her cheek.
She giggles, putting her hands over her face, hiding her blush from my view, and shakes her head. “I’ll leave you to it,” I say, turning to go get myself ready.
