My Hot Stepbrother: A Second Chance Romance

by Aria Ford

  “Let’s take the bitch with us and drop her from the rooftop,” he heard Vitaly say.

  Mark heard Mags grunted. She said no words as she was captive.

  “Maybe not,” Mark thought, and he laid on the floor waiting for his body to transform.

  .:.

  “Holy fuck! What the fuck was that?” Sienna heard a Russian voice say.

  There were automatic gunshots when the elevator door opened. Bodies were sprawled everywhere, with faces horrified at their final moments of death

  “Marcel!” Sienna called out.

  There was no answer. She heard some doors open and more gunshots. There was a roar that Sienna was certain belonged to Marcel. The small pistol she had picked up was already in her hand. She made a turn on the corner, and a pair of double doors had opened.

  She saw a bald man in a silver suit with a naked woman with tan skin in his arms, and out came two more men. One of them fired into the room and then shut the door. Blood coated his white shirt.

  “Your man is dead,” said the naked woman. “And you’re next.”

  “Shut your cunt mouth woman,” the bald man said.

  Sienna was frozen when he turned around and saw her. Her gun was in her hand.

  “Let her go,” said the man that Sienna guessed to be Vitaly. “She’ll be good for distraction.”

  The woman walked in front with one arm i held behind her back by Vitaly. The two gunman followed him while they kept their guns ready. When they were out of sight, Sienna turned the handle of the door and creaked it open enough to stick her head through.

  She expected a horror scene when she looked. There were bullet holes around the room and a chair that was on its side.

  "Are you all right?" a voice asked.

  She whipped her head around. It was Mark who wore a black leather jacket and black jeans that seemed that were bought straight from a GQ magazine. His boots were a brown color that somehow complimented his black clothing.

  He laughed when she turned around." Were you planning to scare me to death with that?"

  She noticed that she was pointing her gun at him. The safety was still on.

  "Where's my brother, and Gary?

  "I don't know. I thought he would be here. Gary stayed below."

  Both doors opened abruptly. Marcel looked slick and made Sienna wondered how he’d made such a mess in the hallways without getting a single drop of blood on him. He was grinning when he saw both of them.

  "Oh brother, it's good to see you. Looks like you found a shower, huh." His steps were getting slower as he drew closer.

  "Since when have you downgraded your wardrobe?" Mark's eyes were narrowed and were suspicious.

  "Oh you know, since having to kill a bunch of trigger happy men on the fly because somebody roped me into their bullshit".

  "I'm sure it was quite a mess." He turned to Sienna and eyed her up and down in the same suspicious manner. "Mags told all her girls to home. You seem... replenished for someone who did a lot of killing...."

  "Mark," Marcel sighed, "If you're insinuating that I fucked your dream girl then yeah I did. It’s not like I really had to but….”

  In a flash, Mark had turned into a hulking raging werewolf. It snapped at Sienna, and then darted towards Marcel who’d stayed in his human form. He stuck his hand out and dug it into the raging beast’s neck and threw him over his shoulder. The beast thrashed at his hand at Marcel while he had his foot on its neck.

  “See what you caused?” Marcel said when looking up at Sienna. “If we hadn’t done the deed, then my ass would’ve been shredded to pieces.” He was straining to keep Mark under control, his muscles near failure.

  “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered.

  She thought about offering to leave, maybe asking Gary to take her away from the danger that she’d caused.

  “It’s quite alright actually. He’s always getting into hissy fits like this actually. Though he rarely morphs.” He was straining while struggling to keep Mark under control, but the wolf Mark kept thrashing. It even tore at Marcel’s pant leg. “Mother fucker,” he groaned. “Say something,” Marcel shouted.

  “Mark!” Sienna shouted at the beast, hoping that his human form would take charge. The wolf stopped and locked eyes with her for a brief moment while its neck was pinned under Marcel’s foot. Then it resumed thrashing, almost getting free from Marcel’s grip.

  The doors burst open and four gunmen that Sienna’s hadn’t seen before opened fire, spraying everywhere in Mag’s room. Sienna ducked down while Marcel leaped out of the way. Mark, in his wolf form, made a giant leap towards the four gunmen. They screamed in agony while the brown wolf tore the men to pieces.

  Marcel brushed himself off when he stood up. The beast was still at the doorway, turning itself to face his brother; it snarled at Marcel.

  “Well brother, now’s the perfect time to get Mags isn’t it.” Marcel was back to his cool state. “Well go get her. She’s at the rooftop.”

  The beast gave Sienna a ferocious snarl, and then it sprinted away. It didn’t take Sienna as long for her to compose herself as it did the last time. She also noted the differences on how the brothers transformed.

  “You don’t seem as dangerous when you’re in wolf form. You seem more in… in control,” Sienna observed.

  “I can transform back and forth,” Marcel replied, “Not my brother Markie though. He has to be ‘feeling it’ or some shit like that. Once he’s a wolf, he’s always a wolf until he tires out or he gets his ass beaten enough.”

  “Can’t you just teach him?”

  “I would, but he’s too damn emotional. He’s done all of these so called spiritual journeys. I think it just fucked him up even more. Dad taught me. If it wasn’t for dad teaching me about life at a very young age, I’d be a wreck just like Mark.”

  “I think that Mags girl could help him,” Sienna said, remembering how the naked woman warned Vitaly and his men of their doom.

  “I think so too,” he replied. “Let’s go help him out.”

  Sienna didn’t say anything, only followed him out the door.

  .:.

  The elevator’s doors were ripped off. As the elevator went up, Sienna saw every single floor. She noted how the higher she went, the more abandoned the hallways looked. It was kind of depressing for her to watch.

  “Courtesy of my brother,” Marcel said.

  Cold air filled up the elevator as it finally made its stop. They could already hear the helicopter and gunfire.

  “You might want to stay here,” Marcel said, turning around to face Sienna. The elevators made the sound of doors opening when there wasn’t any.

  “Get your brother under control,” a voice commanded. It was Vitaly stepping into view with his gun aimed at Sienna.

  “Back in Russia, we have a saying, ‘Don’t be a pussy.’ It’s the reason I stayed, even though I could get my ass ripped apart.”

  “You have some balls, Vitaly,” Marcel said, twisting his neck and back. “Besides, it wouldn’t have made a difference. My brother would’ve fucked your helicopter up.”

  “Does he think that I had already thrown off Mags? I still have her in my chopper.” Vitaly said, still pointing the gun at her.

  “My brother doesn’t think, even when he’s himself. And another thing, why don’t you shoot this bitch. I don’t give a shit, my brother does.”

  Sienna gasped, she looked at Marcel in disbelief. Marcel returned a look that said, “What? You didn’t think you meant shit to me, did you”

  “You fucking asshole.” Vitaly laughed.

  Sienna remembered Gary’s instructions. She thumbed the hammer on the pistol that was in her purse and squeezed the trigger. A loud gunshot popped from her purse. Vitaly gasped and squeezed the trigger on his own gun. The bullet appeared to hit Marcel. Sienna squeezed the trigger, pumping bullets into Vitaly until her gun was clicking. Vitaly dropped his gun and held his gut. Blood was spurting out of him. He fell forward dead.

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sp; Sienna glared at Marcel. “You fucking asshole!”

  “I was saying the truth, wasn’t I?” Marcel asked. “You’re alive, aren’t you? Let’s go check on Mark, I haven’t heard any gunfire lately.”

  He stepped over Vitaly’s dead body.

  Sienna was exasperated, but she followed anyway. She wanted to know what had become of Mark. The helicopter began to lift itself off the ground. Marcel was no longer in front of her, but when she looked at the helicopter that was already hovering, she saw a gray figure and a brown figure flash upward at the helicopter. The brown beast punched at the windshield and ripped the glass apart. Mark, in beast form, ripped the door open and entered. There was gunfire as the helicopter spun out of control. The gray beast was in partial humanoid form, it had Mags over its shoulder, and it leaped out of the helicopter as it spiraled toward an inevitable crash. When the wolfman landed on his feet, it had turned back into Marcel. He went to Sienna and set the naked Mags down.

  “Quite the adventure isn’t it,” Mags said, turning towards Sienna.

  “It’s interesting,” Sienna said.

  “I’ll show you something even more interesting after the fireworks, I promise,” Mags said with sly smile.

  “Billionaires that turned into wolves and killed a bunch of Russian men, what could possibly be more interesting than that?” Sienna asked, a sardonic tone in her voice.

  “You’ll see,” Mag’s said.

  The helicopter crashed and exploded. It was deafening and burned into a bright fire. Out of the fire and ball of flame leaped Mark. He stumbled toward the three of them. The fire burned off all his hair turning him into a hairless wolfman. It slowly turned back into Markie.

  Sienna realized that she was the only one who was still clothed.

  “Self-conscious as well?” Mags said with a grin.

  “You’re some kind of mind reader.”

  “Yes and much more. I’ll show you,” Mags said, placing a hand on Sienna’s head.

  Her vision suddenly changed, and all light before her eyes fell into a swirling pattern. Her eyes were filled with a vision; it was Rhonda in a white wedding dress, that heartless skinny bitch. Her groom to be was standing next to her, looking at her lovingly while Rhonda was doing the same. They were overtaken by a shadow, and the shadow turned into a tsunami that washed away the wedding and all its guests.

  “I told you that I was going to show you something interesting.” Mags voice sounded like she was speaking from a mountain.

  Sienna couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, this is interesting, very interesting.” She felt giddy.

  Then she returned back to earth with the two naked brothers and Mags.

  “What did you show her, Mags?” Marcel asked while keeping an eye on his brother, who sat down on the floor of the rooftop with a brooding face.

  “What she needed to see. And there’s something that all three of you have to do to ensure you have a great future,” Mags said. Her brown skin had a shine that could be seen in the night time.

  “Us three?” Sienna said, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes, you will find true happiness once you become with child. A child that comes from one of these brothers.”

  Mark raised his head. He laid back on the floor and sighed. “If that’s what has to be done, then that’s what has to be done.”

  Sienna was silent. She looked at both of their cocks. Marks balls rested on the pavement, taking up a massive space. Marcel’s dick slapped against his thigh as he made his way to towards Mags. Sienna was game.

  “Do we have to do it here, though? Right here on the rooftop is not what I had in mind,” Marcel complained.

  Sienna saw groovy wavy lines everywhere, and then she was in a bedroom that belonged to a movie star. The dresser was made out of Mahogany wood. The bed was made out of the same kind of material. It had a comforter made out of sateen. She looked around and saw that it was just the three of them; their dicks were starting to extend.

  “Don’t make me rip those clothes off again,” Marcel said.

  Sienna quickly took off her clothes and immediately got down on her knees in front of Mark. Looking up at it made her quiver inside. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started pumping it furiously. Mark put his hands on her head and forced his huge cock into her mouth. Juices from her pussy trickled out from her. The feeling that she was able to take in his monstrous penis made her swell with emotion.

  Mark laid on the floor on his back. The carpet was plush and easy on her knees and it made it easier for her to suck his dick. She took it out for a moment to admire the tip of his dick. She placed the tip of her tongue on the bottom of his balls, and then ran her tongue across his sack. When she reached the bottom of his scrotum, she reversed direction until she reached the tip again. He groaned as if it was the most pleasurable thing in the world.

  When she put her hips up in the air she felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves her waist. She stopped sucking for a moment to turn around to see Marcel. She turned around, back onto his brother’s cock, and sucked on it some more.

  Marcel’s dick penetrated into her folds, forcing her to make a muffled moan with Mark’s dick in her mouth. Marcel slammed himself into her each time he thrusted. Sienna moaned again and had to take her mouth off of Mark’s member so she could scream as he thrusted himself into her repeatedly.

  His hands tightened around her waist. He pumped himself harder into her while he let out a masculine groan of pleasure. As Sienna was panting, Mark filled her mouth again with his cock unexpectedly. She gagged but forced it down her throat anyways. From behind, Marcel forced her head all the way down on Mark’s cock until her bottom lip touched his balls. Marcel guided her back up by tugging her hair lightly.

  “Mark’s turn,” Marcel said as his cock slipped out of her. She still wanted Marcel inside of her, it was too much pleasure for her not to be without. She was turned around by muscular hands until she had Marcel’s cock in her face. He tapped her face with it lightly, and then told her to open her mouth. It slid down her throat as she felt Mark’s hands guide her hips down onto Mark’s cock. Once again a muffled moan escaped her as Marcel rammed his cock down her throat. She road Mark’s cock and bounced on it while sucking on Marcel’s dick.

  She felt every nook and cranny filled up by the size of Mark. He pumped himself upward while hanging on to her hips.

  Mark grabbed Sienna’s hips tightly while groaning, “Oh, fuck… I’m gonna cum.”

  He let out a loud groan as he let his seed fill her vagina to the brim.

  She bounced on it as it gushed inside her. Marcel made her stop sucking. He made her stand up and pushed her face down on the sateen comforters. He rammed himself into her cunt. He thrusted and groaned, tightening his grip on her waist. She could feel Mark’s cum seeping out of her as she was getting rammed by Marcel’s cock.

  “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he said. She felt his monstrous gush; what remaining space was available inside of her was filled with cum — all the while, the three of them let out an animalistic groan. Sienna felt the juices that were twice as thick seep out of her. She was dazed and confused.

  She kept her face down on the bed as Marcel took his cock out of her. The semen continued to flow out of her.

  She stood up and saw Mark lying on the carpet and Marcel sitting on the bed. She heard a helicopter coming.

  “That must be Gary,” Marcel said.

  “Right on time,” Mark said.

  “Right on time,” Sienna agreed. She felt both of the Moriarty’s seed trickle out from her; it was a pleasant feeling.

  “So Mags said that it was going to benefit all of us, huh? Do you think she really meant that Markie?” Marcel asked, laying back down on the bed, his cock going back to its resting place.

  “I never doubted Mags, the shit that she put us through, it was for a reason,” Marcel said, staring at the ceiling.

  “I don’t care what happens,” Sienna said with vehemence. “I will take care of this b
aby no matter what.”

  “And we’ll help you do it,” Marcel said, sitting back up. “Moriartys always live the best no matter what. He’s going to have a mansion with basket courts and fields to learn how to play sports. Gyms are important in learning how to harness the power of the wolf.”

  “And I’ll teach him how to be a man,” Mark said. “He’ll learn that being a Moriarty is more than being a billionaire, it’s about survival. I will teach him to be a warrior like both of us.”

  Sienna felt her eyes well up.

  ”Thank you guys,” Sienna started, “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say nothing, just be a good mom,” Marcel replied.

  “I will,” Sienna promised.

  The helicopter drew closer. All three of them stood up and went to the window. They watched as the helicopter landed. They stood side by side, with Sienna standing in the middle.

  The Billionaire Romance

  “Are you fucking serious?” Bianca shrieked as her coffee went sloshing all over the sleeves of her white peasant blouse. The cash register was abandoned, and one woman that was trying to squeeze her size nines into a pair of dark blue ballet flats paused with the flat hanging off of her toes at Bianca’s screeching.

  “Are you kidding me? Ay, yo tengo muchas perozosas!” Bianca went behind the counter and chucked thick directories hidden in three-inch binders around. She found one with “Employee Directory” printed on it in bold letters. She ripped it open and scrolled down to the name of her opener, Laura Lewis.

  She punched the numbers in on the store phone and when Laura groggily answered with, “Hello?” Bianca screeched into the receiver, “Where the hell are you?!”

  Laura shook all of the sleep out of her voice. “What’s wrong, did something happen to the store?”

  Bianca clenched a roll of receipt paper in between her hands. “Yes. You were supposed to be here at nine. It is now eleven, and you’re still in bed.” She gritted out, between clenched teeth.