LUST (A STEPBROTHER ROMANCE)

by Wild, Nikki

  I’d never let anyone have such control over me since the first time we’d fucked, when he’d taken my virginity... I strained at the handcuffs, keening in desperate pleasure and arching my back beneath him, trying to draw his retreating body back inside. I was thankful that his men had swept the house clean of bugs, because as loud as I was being, the neighbors could have probably heard us.

  “I love how wet you get for me, baby,” Nathan whispered, pulling his cock completely free of my folds. Even my attempts to catch him with my legs had failed. Now he was gripping one of my strong calves, forcing it down to the bed as he tied it to the bed post with one of the silken sheets.

  “Untie me, Nathan… please,” I pleaded, desperate to get myself back on top. I wanted to ride him until all of my worries disappeared. Tomorrow would come, and with it, all of the danger and fear would finally come to a head. I didn’t want to think about any of that now. I just wanted to be with Nathan.

  “No. I need you to understand that with me, you’ll never be in control. You’re here to satisfy me, and when you do that, I will give you pleasure like you have never known…”

  “Oh God yes…” I moaned loudly as he pulled my other leg toward the far corner of the bed, spreading my thighs as I struggled, tying me in this demeaning and incredibly sexual position.

  “Please, fuck me. Lick me,” I said, gasping as his hand came down on my toned stomach. I could barely even contain myself as he leaned down between my legs, his soft lips delivering a devastating kiss just on the inside of my thigh.

  “Oh, yes,” I whispered, squirming in place. Every kiss was closer to my center, closer to my core. “Like that, Nathan… Please, give me your tongue.”

  He didn’t hesitate, rocking his tongue against my clitoris, shattering my own connections with the ground. I felt like I was floating, becoming wetter for him as his hands cupped beneath my curvaceous ass and pulled me tight against his mouth.

  “Let me inside,” Nathan whispered, his finger pressing against my delicate tunnel as my body held everything tight, reveling in the sensations his wonderful touch was providing. I obeyed his voice, relaxing my thighs and letting his fingertip explore my depths. My mouth fell open with a desperate moan as I felt him press deep, a second finger following the first in delicate slow motion.

  “I love your obedience, Sandra.”

  I just whimpered, riding the thrusts of his fingers as he returned to write love letters with his tongue. Explosions of pleasure overwhelmed me as he pressed deeper with every motion, dragging an orgasm from my agonized body. He tried to withdraw his fingertips, but I clamped down around them, shifting my hips as best I could to capture them, my flesh shuddering around him.

  “Naughty little Sandra,” Nathan said, pulling his fingers free and bringing himself up between my legs. I was desperate for his cock, but he didn’t stop there. I found him moving over my legs, his body straddling my chest.

  Oh, God…

  As his cock slipped between my breasts, I gasped, staring down at the way his girth wrapped itself with my flesh.

  “Untie me so I can suck your cock,” I said as sultry as I could. I was panting, barely able to form the words. This man drove me absolutely wild.

  “No. I like you just like this,” Nathan whispered, reaching down and pulling my head upward as he moved his hips forward. The tip of his majestic shaft danced lightly against my lips.

  “Go ahead. Work for my cum.”

  That was all he had to say. I moaned, slipping his shaft between my lips and doing everything I could to use my tongue on his most sensitive flesh. Nathan was teasing me, keeping himself just barely within reach as I struggled with my handcuffs. My saliva began to cover his shaft, and I found myself completely out of my mind as he reached a hand behind himself and found my pussy again, my clit crying out for more attention.

  I threw myself into the blowjob, doing everything I could to get him off. It was wet and filthy and wrong, and I loved every goddamned second of it. Before I knew it, he had moved away, too far for my mouth to reach, but easily between my breasts. His saliva-slick cock slipped between them, reaching my lips on every thrust. I mourned the departure of his fingertips as he pressed my breasts together, sliding between them, thrusting into the channel he’d created. It was unbearably sexy, and all I could imagine was how amazing it would feel inside me.

  “Fuck me, Nathan. Please,” I gasped, staring up into his emerald eyes.

  “Fine … But we’re going to do it my way.”

  I didn’t understand what he meant as he slipped off of me, untying my feet. Before I knew it, they were in the air, held together at the ankles as Nathan moaned.

  “God fucking damn… Do you know how sexy your ass is?”

  I’d been blessed with good genes, and I’d always been proud of my round bottom, but having Nathan inspecting it like this was just sexy as hell. I wiggled it at him, smiling wickedly. It surprised me when Nathan left me like that for a moment, stepping off the bed and toward his dresser. When he returned, I could see he had rolled a condom over his cock, but more surprising was the sudden splash of cool wetness against the crack of my ass.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, gasping suddenly as his fingertip slipped between my cheeks and pressed just slightly into my tight, forbidden hole.

  His words echoed in my mind: “We’re going to do it my way.”

  “Wait, Nathan, I’ve never done this before,” I said, whimpering as his fingertip slipped just a bit deeper.

  “Relax, baby. There’s no part of you I can resist exploring. Nothing you can keep from me…”

  I knew he was right, even as his huge cock lined up with my tightest of holes. What was I doing? Was I really going to let him fuck me in the ass?

  “Oh, fuck!” I squealed as he pressed inward, his lubricated cock sliding between my cheeks. Pain and pleasure bloomed in tandem, making my hips jerk and my toes curl as a feeling of overwhelming fullness overtook me.

  “Relax. You can do this, Sandra,” Nathan whispered, impaling me ever so slowly, each inch of his cock filling me beyond anything I could even imagine. I screamed for him, overcome with the intensity of the sensations Nathan inspired in me as my mind went blank. There was nothing except me and Nathan’s big cock, nothing to stop him from taking every last bit of my innocence.

  “Good girl,” he said, beginning to thrust. It was slow at first, but he was building up speed with every movement. I had lost all control of my voice, squeals and moans of unholy pleasure erupting from my body as Nathan’s thumb came down on my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just making me his—he was showing me just how much control he had over my body.

  I never would have let another man do this. I would have gone my whole life without knowing this kind of pleasure, if not for Nathaniel Hale. He owned me, body and soul, and I could only succumb to his demands. There was no resisting him anymore.

  My whole world shattered with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me, a seemingly endless stream of pleasure babbling over me, drowning me in a current of bliss. By the time he finally fell backward, spent, I was lost to the undertow, floundering in the brilliant darkness of my afterglow.

  Nathan was mine. I was his.

  “Sandra,” he whispered as he lay down beside me. “Tell me this is going to work. Tell me we can leave all this behind and live our lives. Tell me we can be together.”

  “Yes, Nathan,” I murmured without hesitation. He smiled, and I returned it. “Oh God, yes.”

  14

  I was shivering. When I had things under control, I could suppress my fear. Right now, things were very much out of my control.

  The plan was simple: let Captain Pierce into the safe room, let him play with the dummy computer Nathan had his tech guys set up, and record the whole thing. Surely, there’d be something on the tapes and computer logs to nail his ass to the wall.

  Things had went wrong right from the start.

  Nathan had made himself scarce j
ust like we’d planned, but when Captain Pierce arrived, he wasn’t alone. That wasn’t part of the plan. He wasn’t supposed to have company.

  Four men climbed out of the squad car, looking uncomfortable in their blues. I stared at the stiff and immaculate uniforms as the captain approached. They were too clean. Too perfectly pressed. They were bullshit.

  Brand new uniforms. All of them. Uniforms taken right out of inventory at the station. They were the complete opposite of the rough-looking men wearing them, and that meant these men weren’t cops. They were playing dress-up. Emerald green eyes shined on the face of the closest phony officer as they approached. I tried to stay calm, leaning up against the unmarked black Crown Victoria.

  Irish. Fuck.

  Nathan was right. Captain Pierce had been working with Mr. Wallace this whole time. Getting Nathan out of his mansion and into protective custody was his way of putting him under his thumb. He was never supposed to testify.

  The mansion loomed just at the end of the street, quiet and unguarded. Nathan’s men would be nowhere near this place today. We were taking no chances and definitely didn’t want to spook the Captain. The trouble was that I desperately wished they were here now.

  “Detective.”

  “Captain,” I replied, nodding toward the other men. They kept their distance, not locking eyes with me.

  “Don’t mind them. I needed a few men I could trust on this one. Where’s Nathaniel Hale?” the captain asked.

  “He’ll be in Philadelphia for some big charity drive all weekend. His company is investing in a children’s hospital,” I responded, the rehearsed words flowing easily from my lips.

  “Smart man, giving himself an alibi as that shipment hits the docks. I take it you’ve got the keys to the castle?”

  “Keys, and a disabled security system,” I replied. “He keeps his computer in some kind of safe room just off the kitchen. I’ve taken the liberty of shutting down his video surveillance for the afternoon.”

  “Excellent. Move out. I want this done quickly,” the captain said, waving the men toward the house. They started up the path toward the oversized front doors as he turned back to me. “You did good work, Detective.”

  Fuck. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

  The captain was the one who was supposed to go into that room. He was the one I needed on video, planting evidence. I could hit the panic switch, and he’d be locked in that stupid room until I could hand this whole case over to the boys in Internal Affairs.

  “Now walk.”

  The Captain’s voice had become gruffer, more stilted. I stared at the hard lines on his face before glancing downward to see his Sig 223 pointed squarely at my stomach, the dark shape both sinister and beautifully engineered.

  “Captain… I don’t understand,” I said, staring down at the gun.

  “Sandra, I’ve sat across the table from the kinds of criminals that would haunt your fucking nightmares. I’ve seen evil, and I’ve been lied to by some of the best. I’ve made a career on seeing straight through bullshit.”

  “Captain,” I started, but he cut me off, jabbing my gut with the barrel of his gun.

  “I said, walk. No more lies, no more fucking bullshit you stupid bitch. I’ve had to put up with your ass on my force for all these years, and this is how you repay me? You’ve put my whole fucking family in danger. How much is Nathaniel Hale paying you for your loyalty?”

  I stared to move, urged on by the business end of his firearm. The Irish men had reached the house, but clearly they weren’t just walking in the front door. One was moving around the side of the house, quickly finding an electrical box and beginning to work on it.

  He’s cutting the lines…

  “My loyalty? How much did your soul cost, Captain?” I asked, looking at him with all the vile hatred I could muster.

  “You don’t understand, do you, Sandra? You could have let that squad car go, and we’d never be standing here. Sometimes, you break a few eggs for the greater good.”

  “Nathaniel Hale would be dead if I did that. Is that your greater good?”

  “Nathaniel Hale is dead anyway, and the world won’t miss him” the Captain replied coolly. “I need to think about the rest of my city and I need to think about my own safety. Did you seriously think four walls and some iron bars would keep anyone safe from Mr. Wallace? Half the prison guards this side of the Mason Dixon line are named ‘Mick’ and ‘O’Reilly,’ for Christ sakes. I’ve got a wife, and a child, and I’ll be fucking damned if I let you get them killed for some self-centered billionaire asshole.”

  I grunted as he jabbed me in the ribs with the gun, pressing me on toward the door. “Open it,” he said angrily, forcing me inside as I pulled it open. Two of the phony cops followed us through, guns drawn.

  “Point them to the laptop,” the captain demanded. I raised a hand, pointing toward the kitchen.

  “In there, past the cabinets on the right. It’s open.”

  As they followed my directions, I turned to the captain once more. I knew there was no swaying him, but maybe I could stall for a little more time, time that might reveal a way out of this mess.

  “Captain Pierce, please… You can’t do this,” I said, trying desperately not to glance toward the decadent chairs that sat across from us. I knew full well the t22 would be transmitting this whole conversation. Just up the road, everything going on inside here was being recorded. Video, audio—it would all be in the undercover car I’d parked just on the edge of radio range. I just hoped I’d live long enough to see this bastard behind bars.

  “Shut up, you stupid cunt,” one of the Irishmen said, turning and flashing me a vicious smirk. “The good captain here knows what happens to assholes who get on Mr. Wallace’s bad side. You’ll find out too, soon enough.”

  I stared back at Pierce. The fire in his eyes was gone. “Is that true?” I asked, tears filling my eyes despite my attempt to control my emotions. I wondered what I saw in the man staring back. Was it regret? Fear?

  He didn’t give me the pleasure of knowing. Before I could say a word he swung up the butt of the gun and smashed it over my head.

  15

  Darkness. Pain. Movement.

  I woke to the feeling of being bounced around the roomy interior of a trunk, but the main reason I had been shaken from my slumber was the nearly destroyed spare tire that had landed on my leg. Judging from the space and the tire floating around back here, it was probably my own detective-issued Crown Vic, and that wasn’t a good thing. I’d replaced that tire just three weeks ago, never bothering to put the stupid spare back where it belonged. They’d been putting me off at the motor pool ever since…

  I took a moment to think about my situation. The captain would have taken his own car, so it stood to reason there was an Irishman at the wheel. I fumbled around in the dark for a moment, trying desperately to get my bearings.

  The shotgun…

  My hands flashed to the roof of the trunk, feeling around for the shortened tactical shotgun that was normally strapped to the underside of the lid. Unsurprisingly, it was missing. Just one more thing to worry about. I slapped my hands up against the edges, looking for some kind of handle or release to get myself out of here, but the car was too old for such silly little safety features.

  I’d very quickly started to develop a hatred of the budget cutbacks that had been imposed on the force lately. In the span of only a few moments, they’d moved up the ladder from “mildly annoying” to full-blown “rage-inducing.”

  What the hell was I supposed to do? Wherever we were going the ground was definitely not paved. That meant a kill site. If I knew anything about the Irish, I was about to be buried so far out they’d find Jimmy Hoffa before they found my body. If I was going to survive, I needed to get the hell out of here.

  Think, Sandra. Think!

  I clawed at the edges of the carpeted interior, desperately trying to inch along through the cavernous trunk. There had to be something I could do.r />
  My fingertips hit the edge of a small compartment along the side of the space. I wrenched it open, my hands feeling around inside.

  The jack!

  I unscrewed the small wing nut holding it in place, pulling it out and wedging it against the floor, aiming the upper face toward the trunk latch as I began to spin the scissoring mechanism with the tire iron. It expanded, pressing the edge against the trunk and tightening even as the car accelerated. We must have been doing fifty miles per hour or more down this dirt road.

  Daylight…

  A small glimmer was peeking out from the edge of the trunk lid as I continued to spin the jack, my arms burning from effort as I wrenched the tire iron around rapidly. This had to be fast. I had to pop this latch before the driver saw what was happening.

  With a satisfying sound of cracking and destruction, the lid burst open, blinding me with light as I stared out into the dust cloud stretching behind us. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, my adrenaline pumping through me, seeping out like glacial water from the nodes above my kidneys. We were traveling too fast to safely jump, but there were other things I could do to stop the car.

  Without even a thought, I reached to the side and shoved the battered flat spare right over the edge, finding myself suddenly slammed against the inside of the rear seats as the car fishtailed.

  Guess he noticed… I thought to myself, clutching the tire iron.

  The car skidded to a halt. The driver’s door opened, and there was the sound of cursing as a man came running into view, staring back at the dust trail behind us.

  He didn’t even see it coming. I swung the tire iron around and screamed at the top of my lungs, the metal impacting his face and sending him sprawling. Leaping out of the trunk with pain coursing through my throbbing head, I followed up with a second blow, watching him go limp as I kicked the shotgun away from his hands.

  “Motherfucker!” I screamed, my foot laying into the unconscious man.

  I looked around, trying to get my bearings. We were outside of town, at least twenty miles north, judging from the mountain range in the distance. Wherever we had been going, it wouldn’t have ended well for me. I left the man sprawled out on the ground, rooting around in the glove box for the heavy duty zip ties. A few minutes later, the battered man was hog tied and left on the side of the road. It wasn’t a very friendly thing to do, but I wasn’t thinking much about this man’s personal welfare. I had a job to do.