Page 5 of Possessive Stepbrother

It almost makes me laugh out loud.Try again, fucker.

She is off-limits. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let her leave. No fucking way. She stays in my home. With me. It’s the safest place for her. Safe from the serial killers and loonies. Maybe…maybe not safe from me.

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My body acheswhen I finally get home, my muscles begging for relief. Taking off my heavy, dusty work boots, I slide them into the shoe rack by the door and massage the back of my neck.

I have no idea what I’m going to find on the other side but fuck it.

I push open the door and step inside, half-expecting her standing with her duffle bag by her feet. But what I’m seeing is worse. A lot worse.

Raven is perched on the sofa, her back stooped while she slips on her red high heels. My eyes travel up the length of her legs all the way to her thick thighs, thighs that I already imagine choking the breath out of me or constricting my waist.

Something lodges in my throat, and I’m arrested by her sight. In the space of twenty-four hours, I’ve gone from thinking of throwing her out to wanting to stitch her to my side.

But I bite back a snarl of possession when I realize what I’m looking at.

She’s wearing something that leaves little to the imagination. A short, fitting white dress with a red cross on the bodice. Thigh-high white stockings are held up by red garters. The skirt barely covers her glorious ass, and her tits look like they’re about to spill over.

After fastening the strap securely around her ankle, she stands up, grabs a red headband with a nurse’s cap, and slides it behind her ear.

She’s heard me come in, but she’s ignoring me like I don’t even exist. Meanwhile, I’m struggling to keep my blood in my head when it seems to want nothing but to rush down south.

My stiff rod is straining against the zipper of my pants, making it almost painful to stand here and do nothing, and my pulse is hammering in my throat.

No way she’s leaving the house dressed in this. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Raven doesn’t even spare me a glance. She busies herself tucking a small, black tube into her purse. “Halloween party.”

“You already have friends here?”

“Uhm, yeah. Met this girl back home last year. She’s my friend’s cousin, and she lives here. She messaged me about a party at her house.”

“So you’re basically going to a stranger’s house?”

She raises a brow and lifts the corner of her mouth. “No. I just told you. She’s my friend’s cousin.”

“How many times have you hung out together?”

“Once.”

“Once. Last year.”

“Yep,” she says the word with a pop on the P, making me narrow my eyes at the crimson-red shimmer on her lips.

“Where did you get this costume?”

“Oh. This?” Blush creeps on her cheeks and chest, and she tries to pull the skirt down. Like that’s gonna help. “I got it from the only boutique downtown.”

“Hmm.”

“Why? You have a problem with it?” Something flashes in her eyes, which only makes my dick twitch.

“Yeah, I do.”

She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits upward and making me want to bury my face in it. “Well, you didn’t ask me if I had a problem with you jerking off to me last night.”

I can pinpoint the exact moment she regrets her words because she snaps her eyes shut and her lips form a tight, thin line. “Did you have a problem with it?”

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