Page 13 of Stalker Stepbrother

I pull her to me, needing to feel her body to keep me calm. “So to answer your question. No. I don’t give a flying fuck what he’s going to think. I never had a say in how he lived his life, so he won’t get to do the same to me.”

“And other people? Won’t it bother you once people, especially the press, find out you’re hooking up with your stepsister?”

“First of all, I’m not just hooking up with you. I told you once I make you mine, that’s where you’ll be forever. Second, why would I even care about their opinions? They weren’t there when I was dying of hunger or being beaten to a bloody pulp after stealing a small chunk of meat, were they?”

She gets up on her elbows to stare at me. She’s sweaty, with her hair sticking to her forehead, and her entire body flushing. But she smiles like I’ve just given her the moon, which, of course, I will if I can. “I like how you never seem to mince words. Like you’re this no-bullshit kind of guy.”

“If there’s one thing you should know about me, baby girl, it’s the fact that I will always say what’s on my mind and do what I feel like doing. There’s no pretension, no half-truths, no lies when you’re with me. And you would do the same.”

“Of course… But I just… I envy you, you know. I wish I can be like that because I’m afraid of speaking up. I’ve always been a pushover, and I hate that about myself. I don’t like bothering people, so I just…let them walk all over me.”

I run a hand down her arm, and she buries her face on my chest. “I’m here now. I won’t let anyone do that anymore. Anyone tries to walk over you, I’ll set their feet on fire. Then, I’ll go down on my knees and eat your pussy.”

She chuckles. “Do you do that often?”

“No, baby. I don’t eat everyone’s pussy, just yours.”

She howls in laughter, and it makes me smile. “Oh my god, Callum. That’s not what I mean!”

* * *

Early morning comesand I’m hard as a metal rod.

Turning to Callie, she’s sleeping on her side, and I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft sound of her breathing. Her hair sticks to her cheek, a faint smile lingering on her luscious lips.

In that moment, my chest cracks open. If I can, I want to memorize every curve and dip of her delicious body. Every freckle. Every mole. Whatever this is, it’s much deeper than just wanting to claim her. I already did that, and I still want more.

I already have our future mapped out. Depending on whether she still wants to continue with her studies or not, by this time next year, she’ll be my wife and pregnant with our child. I will bind her to me by putting my seed inside her each time I drive myself home.

Speaking of driving myself home, I need to do something about this raging erection.

Flipping her gently on her back, I dive headfirst into her pussy. I know the moment she wakes up because she’s yanking my hair hard and panting. I part her velvet folds, lick, suck, and slip my tongue into her, loving the smell and taste of her arousal.

When she’s soaking and dripping, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to the small veranda. She hisses when the bare skin of her back touches the cold grille, but she wraps her hands around them for support.

The sun is starting to rise higher, so I have a full view of her perfect body, open and ready for me. With one arm around her to keep her upright, I fist my cock, wedge it in front of her entrance, tease the tip with her wetness, and ram my hips forward. Now using both hands to hold her waist, her heels dig into my back as I pound into her with hard, merciless strokes.

We’re in the middle of the sea, and except for the gentle lapping of waves against the hull and birds chirping somewhere, it’s fairly quiet.

Callie’s moans and whimpers pierce through the silence, and I don’t doubt everyone on the yacht can hear her. Well, let them. Let them hear how hard I can make her come. My nerves are strung tight as I struggle to make sure she comes first.

But I shouldn’t have worried.

With a scream that could be heard all the way to the city, she lets go of the grille and wraps my head in a tight hug as pleasure makes her body tremble, her breath coming in short bursts.

Feeling her come apart, my own climax begins to crest.

I wrap one arm around her shoulders and another around her ass. I let out a gruff grunt as I sink myself deeper and pound her harder. My own orgasm blinds me as my cock pulsates inside her, delivering my spend.

“You think…you think they heard us?” she asks breathlessly.

“Baby, even the birds flew away and were probably traumatized.”

She laughs but I silence her with a greedy thrust of my tongue.

After a quick breakfast—with all her favorites, of course—we swim for an hour until Callie starts complaining of leg cramps. I’ve never seen her this happy or carefree. Granted, I’ve only had glimpses of her on the cameras, but still.

As someone whose every waking hour was consumed by nothing but the constant need to win and make more money, it unhinges me how much I only want to keep her safe and make her happy. It throws me because I’ve never had to look out for anyone but my own ass. Now, she’s here. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt or disrespect her.

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