My Shameful Secret (Forbidden Stepbrother Billionaire Romance)

by Evers, Lana

  Elizabeth gasped.

  Saehan laughed, a beautifully masculine sound that, for the life of her, Misha couldn’t resist. Before she knew it, she was slowly turning his way—

  Ooooooooh.

  Pent-up oxygen swooshed out of her mouth as the full impact of his looks hit her. Why was it always like this, Misha wondered miserably. Every time they met, it was as if Saehan had become even more gorgeous than before.

  Silky ebony hair, drop-dead cerulean eyes, chiseled cheeks, and a ripped bod that, despite being covered by the most elegant black business suit – still managed to exude a sense of raw masculinity.

  His looks were deliciously perfect, elegance and wickedness melding into one incredibly hot package.

  “How about one photo with your brother,” Hector suggested. He had always been the peacemaker in the family. During the rare times Saehan and I had a full-blown argument, Elizabeth would unfailingly side with my brother.

  “Oh, yes,” Elizabeth agreed eagerly. “Saehan—” She turned around, and her voice trailed off uncomfortably.

  A tall, svelte woman had sidled up next to Saehan, and it was none other than Carina Garland, our year’s prom queen. A flirtatious smile had lit up her beautiful face, and she constantly brushed her breasts against his arm as she spoke in an animated fashion.

  Misha had seen women do the same thing countless times to Saehan by now. Not just in person, but in videos, too, every time her brother would be caught in public by the paparazzi. She had seen it enough times to know what it meant, what it always meant.

  Fuck me, Saehan Charbonneau.

  Misha turned away abruptly.

  Seeing those things always hurt.

  And it hurt a lot more, knowing that she could never do any of those things because of who she and Saehan were in each other’s lives.

  “Misha?”

  When someone called her name the second time, Misha turned around and was surprised to find Jared heading towards her. Before she could answer, Saehan suddenly blocked her line of vision.

  Her jaw dropped. Where had he come from?

  “Time to have our photo taken,” he murmured.

  Behind him, Carina was waving at her like they were the best friends. “Hey, Misha!”

  She waved back weakly. What. A. Poser. In their four years of high school together, she could count in one hand the number of times they had exchanged words.

  “Stand closer please,” Elizabeth urged.

  Pulling her close to him, Saehan said under his breath, “Thanks to me, the most popular girl in school took notice of you.”

  Without hesitation, Misha pretended to stumble towards him, using the impact to dig her nails into his arm. Hard.

  Saehan grunted in pain.

  She quickly pulled away, looking up at him with a fake smile of regret. “So sorry, big bro.”

  “It’s okay.” He pulled her back close, an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

  Excitement rippled through her.

  Until he started to squeeze.

  Hard.

  Damn you, Saehan Charbonneau.

  Could shoulder blades break? Misha had a feeling Saehan wanted to find out.

  “Smile for the camera,” Elizabeth called out gaily.

  She and Saehan both smiled.

  “Another one.”

  Saehan suddenly turned towards her, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Congratulations, Misha.”

  Misha froze.

  “Oh, you guys are going to make me cry! That was such a sweet photo,” Elizabeth sniffed.

  Misha could barely pay Elizabeth any attention. She was too busy gazing up at her brother, searching for a sign that she hadn’t just imagined the past few seconds.

  But his gorgeous face remained impassive.

  “Saehan—”

  His lip curled. “Didn’t think you’d believe that shit.” He lowered his head, whispering to her ear, “It was just for Mom’s sake.”

  Ah.

  Pain stabbed her heart, and it was a little hard to breathe again.

  Blinking back tears, she said in a fierce undertone, “I hope you go back to England tonight,”

  “If not for our parents, I wouldn’t have even come.”

  It was even harder not to cry after that. God, what had happened to them?

  4

  Saehan knew the right thing to do was to just walk away. Even though Misha was eighteen now and done with high school – even though she was an adult now and capable of making her own decisions…

  None of it changed a thing.

  She was still his sister, and he would be abusing his role as her brother if he ever made a move.

  But God, the temptation…

  Knowing that she was no longer a minor, it made Saehan think of ridiculous things. Dangerously ridiculous things like going to her room. Kissing her. Telling her of his feelings. Fucking her.

  He tossed and turned in his old bed the whole night, struggling to keep his cock in control. But his dick remained erect the entire time, begging for a chance to sink itself in the warm pussy it coveted the most.

  Eventually, he gave up the struggle.

  There was no escaping this.

  And so here he was, knocking on Misha’s door. He had to do this. Knowing it could very well be the last time he’d ever see her, he needed this.

  Because…after tonight…he was determined not to see her again. Ever.

  5

  Someone was knocking on her door.

  Misha forced herself out of the covers and, rubbing her eyes, she peeked at the time display on her cellphone. Her eyes widened. Three-thirty. It was three thirty in the morning!

  Another knock.

  Only one person could think of waking her up at this time.

  For a moment, she thought about going back to sleep.

  Another knock.

  Shit.

  Curiosity had her getting out of bed. She couldn’t think of any reason why Saehan would come knocking at this time. Stumbling towards the door, she opened it just enough to see his face completely. “What?” Even as she spoke, she struggled not to show her shock and misery at seeing him already fully dressed. It could only mean one thing.

  He was leaving.

  Again.

  Saehan had on a pinstriped suit, one that made him appear even more intimidating than usual. When he was dressed like this, she was again reminded by the fact that he wasn’t just her brother. He was also the heir to one of England’s wealthiest businesswomen, a man whose decisions could easily impact the thousands of people who depended on his companies for their livelihood.

  “You’re leaving now?” Misha swallowed. “Do Mom and Dad know?”

  “I told them I wouldn’t wake them.”

  She grimaced. “But you woke me.”

  He smirked. “Naturally.”

  Asshole.

  He was an asshole, but she loved him anyway.

  “What do you want?” She managed to sound cold even though inside, she was still reeling from the knowledge that he was going away again. It was too soon. Who knew when she’d be able to see him again?

  Saehan’s lips twisted at the sound of his sister’s voice. Funny how it seemed just like yesterday when she used to look up at him with adoration, and she spoke to him like he was a god.

  “I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice just as cold. Before she could speak, he forced himself to continue. “Probably for good.”

  Misha paled.

  And because he had been staring at her the whole time, unconsciously memorizing every feature of her face, he didn’t fail to notice the flash of pain in her eyes.

  It made him curse under his breath again, and when she flinched, he knew she imagined he was cursing her.

  “Misha…”

  “What happened to us, Saehan?” she asked shakily.

  His lips compressed. He knew exactly what happened, but it was one thing he could never tell her.

  Misha struggled not to break down as she
waited for what she knew was the impossible. She could see it in the unyielding set of her brother’s handsome face. He wasn’t going to tell her what was wrong – what he seemed to hate so much about her.

  “You really won’t be coming back after this?” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  Just one word, and it nearly tore her apart.

  She inhaled slowly, deeply. Keep yourself together, Misha. Her fists clenched as she fought for control. She wouldn’t give Saehan the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She would see this through the end without crying, no matter what. She would make him think him leaving didn’t mean a thing.

  Lifting her chin, she asked in a level voice, “What about Mom and Dad?”

  “I’ll visit them whenever I can. Away from home.”

  “I see.”

  “It would be good if you made excuses whenever I fly back.”

  Misha flinched.

  He wanted to take the words back, but he forced himself to shut up and finish it once and for all between them. For your sake, Misha. I’m doing this for your fucking sake.

  Misha bit her lip hard, the pain the only thing capable of distracting her from the other kind of hurt that was damaging her right now. God, it hurt. Why did he hate her so much? Why?

  She wanted to lash out, but she knew she wouldn’t. She had learned her lesson after Jannie. She would only end up hurting herself if she lashed out.

  “I…understand.” Two words, and they nearly wiped her strength out. “I guess there’s nothing to say now. Just…” Her own lips twisted, knowing that what she was about to say was something she probably needed more than he did. “Good luck.”

  Saehan sucked his breath in at the words his sister spoke. He knew, he fucking knew what those words cost her. She really was the kindest person in the world, and this just proved how right he was by staying away. He didn’t deserve her, and she didn’t deserve being defiled by his perverted feelings for her.

  Misha stepped forward.

  One kiss, she thought feverishly. She would kiss him goodbye, and for her it would be the end. The final nail to the coffin, and she’d bury her crazy, abnormal feelings for her brother.

  She tiptoed, intending to kiss him on the cheek.

  At the same time, Saehan turned his head towards her, intending to wish her luck as well.

  Their lips met.

  Saehan froze, and so did Misha, their eyes wide in disbelief at what had just happened.

  What was still happening, for their lips were still melded with each other.

  Blood rushed to her head at the feel of Saehan’s lips on hers. They were softer and firmer than she ever imagined, and God, they were so, so hot.

  Saehan’s entire body trembled. What the fuck was happening? And how the fuck was he going to find the strength to end this? His sister’s lips were even sweeter than he ever dreamed of, so damn succulent he wanted to suck on her lower lip.

  Slowly, her lips parted, Misha intending to speak.

  Saehan’s tongue slipped in.

  Heat exploded between them as their tongues touched.

  Misha whimpered.

  The sound destroyed the haze of passion clouding his mind, and he crashed back to earth. Reality roared at him. What the fuck was he doing, French-kissing his little sister?

  With a curse, he pushed her away, and he whitened when his strength almost caused her to fall. He could see in her eyes that she thought he was disgusted with her.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  “Misha—”

  “Go away,” she choked out. Her brother’s rejection crushed her, mortified her. All she wanted to do was disappear.

  She had never been kissed. Never. And that it was her brother who was her first kiss – oh God, it was a dream come true, but the way he had pushed her away had also turned it into a nightmare.

  “If y-you ever speak of this to anyone—” She choked back a sob.

  The threat made Saehan sick, her words making him realize that what felt so fucking beautiful to him was revolting to his sister. “Don’t worry,” he heard himself snarl. “Kissing you is the last thing I wanted to do either.”

  Misha turned her back on him, not wanting him to glimpse how she felt like crying at his words. “Just go away. Go away and never come back.”

  Silence, and a moment later, she had her answer when she heard the sound of the door quietly closing behind him.

  Misha sank to her knees on the floor, the strength of her quiet sobs making her body shake.

  Oh God, oh God, what was she going to do now?

  Her brother hated her, but she loved him.

  Part III: The Revelation

  1

  Saehan had barely taken a seat across the bar when a woman came over, taking the seat next to him. She wore a red spaghetti-strapped dress, one so tight her breasts seemed to threaten to spill out of it any time.

  “Hello.” Her voice was throaty, the sound matching the lust glittering in her gaze.

  A second was all he needed to size her up. Beautiful and assertive, she obviously knew who he was, and she wanted him because of it. He allowed himself a smile. “Hello.” He swung his seat around to face her but did nothing.

  The way her lips curved told him she understood what he was saying.

  Impress me.

  If you do, I’ll fuck you.

  “Shall we skip the small talk?” Her words symbolized her acceptance of his challenge.

  Her boldness was refreshing. Most of the women he encountered tended to think that playing coy was the way to nab him. In reality, it only guaranteed the opposite. Coyness turned him off, completely. Coyness reminded him of the real thing – shyness, modesty – qualities that none of them had.

  Deciding to give the woman a chance, Saehan murmured, “What do you have in mind?”

  Her fingers, nails painted in black, trailed down his chest slowly. “Actually, I was thinking of what you’d want.” Leaning forward, she whispered, “I can do just about anything, you know.”

  “Promises, promises,” he taunted.

  She shrugged, clearly confident. “I’m that good, darling.”

  He looked at her under his lids.

  She caught her breath, and her nipples started to make an impression against the thin silk of her dress.

  “If that’s the case, darling…” He reached for her, taking her by surprise. A moment later, and she was gasping in shock at finding herself straddling him on the barstool.

  “Fuck me now.”

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “But—”

  “You know who I am, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “So you know this hotel…”

  “Belongs to you,” she finished.

  When she wetted her lips, when she started to look around, Saehan knew he had her.

  “So fuck me. No one here’s going to say no. This is my world.” At the flash of hesitation in her gaze, he said casually, “I won’t ask again.” He meant it. And she knew it.

  Another moment, and she surrendered. He let her do all the work, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out of its confines. The moment she did, his bodyguards went into action, all of them used to his hedonistic ways. They surrounded him, an impenetrable wall that prevented anyone from seeing what was happening.

  What they could not do, however, was prevent the crowd in the bar from hearing her.

  The woman slowly sank herself onto him, her pussy already wet and eagerly taking in his engorged cock. She gasped when he was fully embedded inside her, and it was clear on her face that she hadn’t truly understood just how big he was.

  Grasping her buttocks, he lifted her all the way up until only the head of his cock was inside of her.

  And then he pulled her down, fast and hard.

  She screamed.

  He began to fuck her, hard. He knew exactly what to do, when and where to do it, to make a woman his slave. Just a couple of thrusts and s
he was crying out, oblivious to her surroundings. Her eyes were dilated, her head thrown back, and she was bouncing on his cock on her own.

  Saehan’s eyes drifted closed.

  In his mind, reality faded and his most perverted fantasies took over.

  He began to pretend it was his sister he was fucking, Misha straddling his lap and crying out his name.

  Today was her birthday, making her nineteen. Almost a year had passed since the last time he saw her, but even so he had never been able to forget her…and their kiss.

  That damn kiss…

  The thought had him shuddering and with a growl, he dug his nails into the woman’s hips as he impaled her with his cock.

  She screamed his name as she started to come.

  He hissed out air as he pulled out and came on her thigh.

  Misha.

  He cried his little sister’s name out in his mind, over and over.

  Misha, Misha, Misha.

  2

  Today was her twenty-second birthday. Four years, and he still hadn’t come back.

  So much time had passed, and Misha knew she should give up waiting for him. Even her parents had given up, accepting that some people just weren’t meant to be friends with each other.

  God, if only it was just that.

  After taking a shower, she went to bed and switched the lights off, plunging her bedroom into darkness. She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. But she couldn’t. All she could see now was her brother’s face…

  Before she knew it, she was dreaming of that time again.

  That kiss.

  Her breath caught silently as she imagined Saehan’s lips on hers.

  Slowly, her fingers started to move.

  Before she knew it, she was cupping her breast, squeezing it. She imagined her brother doing it to her, and suddenly, what should have been nothing but a normal touch transformed into a sensual caress.

  Oh God.

  She squeezed her breast harder, and her arousal flamed to life, every inch of her body heating up.

  Misha knew she should stop this. She had never done this before, and if she were smart, she would stop it now and never do it again.