Page 4 of Possessive Stepbrother

Pulling the covers tighter around me, I try to focus on my breathing, but I can’t ward off the fear. The drumming of rain outside the windowpane sends shivers down my spine.

Ugh. I don’t like this town.

I’m a scaredy cat and I scare easily. Like seriously. Some of my friends make fun of me, but it’s never funny when I’m frozen with fear.

I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t. I need a distraction. Maybe there’s a good show or movie on TV.

I jump out of bed, open the door, and sprint to the living room, trying to make myself smaller. I’m halfway there when I notice the door to Rowan’s bedroom ajar. I want to ignore it but…what if he left? What if I’m alone in this apartment right now? Oh god. Please no.

With a deep breath, I gently push his door open a little wider, praying he’s in bed sleeping soundly.

My skin tingles when I see him standing by the window, one hand braced on the frame. His back is hunched, and his other arm is doing something violent or aggressive.

What is he doing? Is he okay? Is something happening to him?

I step into the room, making as little noise as possible, which is fairly easy, especially with the booming thunder. As I get closer, realization dawns on me, and my pulse pounds in my temple.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Raven. Yes. Just like that. Yes!”

The room starts to spin around me, and I twist my nightgown in my hand. I need to run back to my bedroom before he sees me. I have to. But I can’t move. I’m rooted to the spot, unable to look away no matter how hard I try. Something hot and unfamiliar unfurls in my stomach, my heart drumming against my ribs.

“Raven, my god!”

That snaps me out of it. I take slow, deliberate steps, holding my breath and hoping to make a quick, quiet exit.

I’m almost to the door when I fail to notice a table, and my foot grazes its leg. The paperweight resting on the edge tumbles to the hardwood floor with a sharp clink, but it’s enough to grab Rowan’s attention.

He swings his head to the source of the sound, his piercing gaze landing on me. His eyes bulge out of its sockets, his mouth hanging open.

Before he can say another word, I make a mad dash to my bedroom and lock it, leaning against the door and sliding to the floor, hands flying to my mouth.

I know what he was doing. I know, and my god, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Without even touching myself, I’m 100% sure my panties are soaked.

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ROWAN

Iswing the hammer downward, putting more force than necessary.

It’s supposed to be a rest day, but here I am in one of my construction sites, working like my next meal depends on it. The warm afternoon sun is beating down on me as I stand with nothing but my denim jeans on, sweat trickling down my brow and spine.

My hand clutches the wooden handle, and I swing again and again. Even after the nail’s already flush with the wood, I continue to strike it with the hammerhead, trying to relieve the tension within me.

Tension that hasn’t left ever since she saw me last night.

Fuck. What was I thinking? I should’ve stopped thinking about driving myself inside her. Stopped reaching into the waistband of my sweatpants. Stopped my fingers from brushing my cock. Stopped imagining her pussy tightening around me.

Jesus Christ.

She must have been horrified. I followed her when she bolted, but when I heard the lock click, I didn’t dare knock. I couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself anymore.

I didn’t know if I could stand still without touching her, without trying to mark her as mine and bind her to me.

No.

She’s off-limits.

She’s my stepsister, and she’s way too young for me. Just so many reasons to stay away. Maybe she’s already packing her bags right now. That’s probably for the best.

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