Dear Stepbrother, I Want You

by Madison Faye

  “I want to fill your womb with my sticky cum until you swell with our child,” he groans. “I want you big and round, and glowing.”

  The cry chokes from my throat as I moan, the pleasure rumbling through me like a freight train — from the way he makes me feel, and from his words that seem to set something ablaze inside of me.

  “Ride my cock, baby girl,” Damien growls deeply, his voice captivating and commanding and every bit the dominant alpha he is.

  “Use your hips, up down just like that, angel,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Show Daddy how much you want it.”

  I cry out, my whole body on fire as I start to do what he says. I raise my hips up and then bring them back down, rolling them and feeling him grind deep inside of me. He’s so dirty, and so possessively commanding, and I love it. We move faster, his hands gripping me tight and his cock throbbing so deep and hitting the spots inside so perfectly. I can feel his heavy balls slap my ass with every thrust, and when his lips find my neck, I know I’m going to explode at any second.

  “I— I’m going to come!” I gasp, bouncing on his big dick faster and deeper. “I’m going to come, Daddy! I’m going to—”

  “Come all over my cock, baby girl,” he roars, his breath hot in my ear as his cock swells up so hard inside of me.

  “Come on Daddy’s cock as I claim you as my own, and make that sweet pussy drip down my balls. Come for me, and milk every drop of my cum deep inside of you, right now.”

  The whole world shatters around me, and suddenly, I’m coming. I drive down onto him, and I scream into his chest as I come like I’ve never come before — my entire body pulsing with heat and shivering in ecstasy as I explode around him. Damien growls into my ear, his muscles tensing and his hands tightening on my hips.

  He drives his cock deep inside of me, and suddenly, I can feel it. His cock pulses deep inside, and I cry out as I feel his hot, thick cum pumping into me — over and over until the two of us collapse back onto his bed. I sprawl out on top of him, his cock still deep inside as I gasp for air and hold him with everything I have.

  “Mine” he whispers fiercely, his arms circling me and bringing me tight to him. I know my hair is in his face, but it’s like I can’t even move if I tried.

  “My hair—”

  “Is perfect exactly where it is,” he says softly.

  11

  Lyra

  I wake to something heavenly.

  I gasp, my eyes barely open when I feel something hard and hot sliding between my legs, teasing at my slit. I moan, and I look down to see Damien’s huge cock protruding from between me legs. I pant, and I can feel him spooning me from behind, like we were when we fell asleep. Only this time, his hands are gripping my hips tight and his thick shaft is pumping between my thighs and sliding over my pussy.

  “Good morning,” he growls into my ear, bringing me more into the land of being awake. His hand slides over my hip, across my belly, and down between my thighs. I moan as I feel his fingers roll over my clit, and when I feel his breath hot against my ear, I whimper with need for more of him.

  “Was my dirty girl having naughty dreams about me?”

  “Yes,” I moan truthfully.

  “That why you woke up with such a wet little pussy for Daddy? Is that why you’re dripping it all over my big cock?”

  “Yes,” I cry out, arching in pleasure as he plays with my clit. His hips pull back, and this time when he pushes them forward again, he angles the thick head of his cock against my lips. He eases inside, both of us gasping at the feeling. His hands grip me tight, and he grunts as he slowly inches his fat cock deep in my pussy.

  My eyes roll into my head with the pure pleasure of it, the moan catching on my lips as I grip the sheets. It feels like he just keeps going — like I’ll never take all of his length inside of me, until finally, I can feel his balls pressed tight against my clit. Every single inch of him is inside as I let out a moan of pleasure. I squeeze him with my inner walls, feeling him throb inside in response. He pulls back, only to drive back in, pushing the air from my lungs and the cry from my lips.

  His fingers move over me, finding my clit again and rubbing it as he begins to fuck me in deep, slow strokes. I can feel my tight pussy gripping him every time he pulls out, like it’s trying to draw him right back inside. He starts to move faster, rocking his hips against my ass and burying his cock in me over and over again. I whimper, feeling his muscled abs pressing into my ass on every stroke.

  Damien groans into my ears, his hands holding me tight as he starts to fuck me faster. We cry out together, me rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts as he claims me all over again. He moves faster, and faster, until his big, thick cock pistons in and out of me with wet, satisfyingly filthy sounds that shudder my whole body and push me right to the edge.

  “Today, at the office,” he groans. “Your internship starts today, doesn’t it?”

  I moan out a yes, my whole body tensing and rippling as he drives into me over and over again.

  “I want all of them to know,” he hisses, slamming his hips into me and bringing a cry to my lips as his cock grinds deep inside.

  “I want them to know who you belong to. And when you walk in there, they are going to. When you walk in there today, they’re all going to see it on your face, and see it in the way you walk.”

  His cock sheaths inside of me again and again, and slowly, I can feel myself falling. I cry out, losing myself entirely as he fucks me like he owns me, my whole body submitting to him as the pleasure erupts through me. His hand grabs my ass possessively, his cock drives in so deep, and when his fingers pinch my clit, I lose it.

  I scream, bucking against him and begging him to fuck me harder as the orgasm shatters through me.

  “Milk my cock, baby girl,” he growls into my ear. “Suck my cum right into your hungry little pussy.”

  I cry out as the second wave hits me, my whole world turning around as Damien roars and drives in oh so deep. I can feel his cock lurch inside, thickening and hardening even more, as if that was even possible. He pulses, and I moan as I feel the hot jets of his cum splashing deep inside of me, filling me to the brim as his balls twitch against me.

  He pulls out, groaning as he strokes his slippery, glistening cock. More of his thick cum spills out, splashing across my pussy, covering my belly and my thighs, and dripping down my lips.

  I collapse onto the bed, feeling him wrap his arms around me, and grinning as I feel him pull me tight to his chest.

  “People are going to know,” he growls. “They’re going to know that you’re mine when they see the way you walk, and that glow on your face.” He turns my head, cupping my jaw as he kisses me softly.

  “They’re going to see that you’re a woman now. They’re going to see that you’re my woman.”

  I never actually want to leave Damien’s penthouse, much less his bed, but he’s right. It’s the first day of my internship today — the one that was going to be with my stepdad’s firm, but which is now at Damien’s hedge fund. The dirty thought that not only have I just slept with and lost my virginity to a much older, dominant man, but that he’s my boss brings a thrill to my pulse as the town car he calls for me takes me back to my house.

  I don’t stop grinning the whole drive home, still smelling him on me, and feeling the sweet soreness from him between my legs. I can still feel his hands on my skin, and his lips on mine, and knowing that I’ve just given him all of me has my heart soaring as we drive through the city.

  I’m his. His and no longer a virgin.

  I practically skip inside our building to the elevator, grinning like a big idiot the whole way up to the apartment I live in with Bill and my mother. I take a deep breath at the door, trying to swallow the heat from my face so I won’t get a bunch of questions, and try to remember my story that I texted them both the night before, that I was sleeping over at my friend Meghan’s house.

  I take one last breath, st
ick my key in the lock, and—

  I gasp as the door is yanked open, and I find myself being swarmed by four men in blue windbreakers with orange letters on them.

  …Letters that say “F.B.I.”

  “Jesus Christ, relax. It’s my wife’s kid.”

  The FBI agents frown but step aside, and I glance past them to see Bill sitting at the dining room table with a few more of them. He glares at me as I step inside, the agents shutting the door behind me.

  “Um, what’s going on?”

  “Nothing,” he snaps hastily.

  I chew on my lip, my eyes darting around at the apartment full of strangers.

  “Where’s my mom?”

  “Out.”

  I roll my eyes, and I’m about to push past them all and head to my room, when Bill’s voice stops me.

  “Where the fuck were you, Lyra?”

  I freeze, swallowing the lump in my throat before I turn back. “Meghan’s. I told you last—”

  “I know what you told me,” Bill growls, standing from the table. For the first time, I realize his shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his pudgy chest, and I can see a couple of wires stuck to his skin with tape.

  “But we both know where you really were.”

  I swallow, the heat flushing into my face before I can stop it. Bill’s lips pull back in a mean smile, his eyes narrowing at me.

  “Yeah, thought so.”

  “I told you, I was at—”

  “You were with Castle,” he spits, shaking his head.

  I freeze, slowly shaking my head. “No, I—”

  “Save it, you little bitch,” he snaps. He looks away, but suddenly, he starts to chuckle darkly to himself.

  “Well, hope you had some fun, cause that asshole is going down today.”

  I freeze, my eyes darting around at the unfamiliar faces filling the room.

  “Ms. Worthington,” A smartly dress woman in her thirties steps forward, her dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. “I’m agent Hall, and we’re going to give you a quick rundown on what’s going to happen today.”

  I shiver, a cold, horrible feeling settling through my body.

  “Your stepfather’s been charged with conspiracy and insider securities trading.”

  “Which is bullshit,” Bill mutters. Agent Hall rolls her eyes and gives him a look before turning back to me.

  “Charged alongside a mountain of evidence, I might add,” she says thinly. “But, the agency is always looking to track things back to bigger fish, and in this case, that bigger fish is Mr. Castle.”

  A cold blade slices into me, and I take a shaky breath. Bill starts to chuckle from the table.

  “Guess you got a little crush on my boss after being his little whore last night, huh?”

  “That’ll be enough of that,” another agent hisses at Bill, slamming his palm on the table in front of him. But Bill ignores him, chuckling darkly as he sneers up at me.

  “Let me burst your bubble, sweetheart. All that money? All that bling and wealth that he throws around? The penthouse, the cars, the paintings?”

  He laughs cruelly.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you saw his private collection. Well, he’s dirty is what he is. No one makes that kind of money honestly. That asshole is just as crooked as I am.”

  My heart drops in my chest, a horrible feeling souring my stomach.

  “He’s a liar and a thief,” Bill hisses, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’m going to help toss his ass in jail for it, and these fine people are going to keep me out of there for my troubles.”

  The whirlwind of emotions and feelings inside threatens to come screaming out. I want so badly to hurl myself at Bill and claw and hit him until the rage goes away, but instead, I’m only numb. I refuse to believe what he’s saying to me — what even the FBI is saying. And I know how insane it sounds, and how crazy it is to feel the way I do after such a short amount of time. But the way I feel about Damien can’t be ignored.

  I care so much about him — so much that it scares me. I know he’s so wrong for me, at least on paper. The rich guy and the girl who wants to be an artist. And then there’s the age thing too, with him being so much older. It’s not illegal, but it’s wrong, and I know we both know it. And I know people would talk, and say things about it. Though, I get the feeling Damien wouldn’t give a single shit what anyone else thinks.

  But hearing this now twists something horrible inside of me. I don’t want to believe it — of course I don’t. But then, this is the freaking FBI. It’s the FBI, and they obviously know enough that they’re giving Bill a plea bargain in exchange for his help in bringing down Damien.

  …And I know right there that there’s no way I can let that happen.

  I know it’s crazy.

  I know it’s wrong.

  I know people would talk, and I don’t care about any of that, because at the end of the day, there’s only one thing I do know that I need to hang onto.

  I love him. It’s a crazy, wild, set-the-world-on-fire kind of love, but it’s there. It’s there and it’s burning so hot inside of me I can’t ignore it, and I won’t.

  “We’re going to need you to wear this wire when you go in today, Ms. Worthington,” agent Hall says sharply.

  Slowly, I bring myself out of my own head and look up at her. And slowly, I shake my head.

  “No,” I say quietly.

  She arches her brow. “No?”

  “No,” I shake my head harder now, my jaw tight and my eyes fierce. “No, I want no part of his.”

  “Too fucking bad,” Bill hisses. He stands, jabbing a finger at me as he walks around the table towards me.

  “I saw the way he looked at you and no one else at that party last night. I saw the way he had his damn eyes all over you. His guard will be down around you, and you’re more likely to get something than I am.”

  I laugh a brittle laugh. “I’m not doing it.”

  “Ms. Worthington, I don’t want to, but I will get a subpoena if I have—”

  “She’ll do it,” Bill growls, pushing past agent Hall and jabbing a finger in my face. “She’ll do it because if she doesn’t, what does she think is going to happen to her poor mom?”

  I freeze, my heart sinking even deeper than it already has.

  Bill smiles evilly. “Oh, you’re going to help me out, kiddo. If I don’t deliver Castle, I’m done. And we both know full well whatever money your pops left you and your mom is long gone, and I don’t exactly see her getting a job anytime soon.” He smiles thinly. “So, if I go down, this fucking family goes down. You want your poor mom to lose it all? That it?”

  The tears brim at my eyes, clouding my vision as I look away.

  “Ms. Worthington, if it helps your decision...” Agent Hall puts a hand on my shoulder, and when I turn, I see her giving me a genuinely sad and sorry look.

  “You’re not the only one,” she says quietly. “With Damien Castle.”

  Something sharp slides through my heart, and I can feel myself start to fall.

  “Here,” she gives me an apologetic look as she passes me a manilla envelope. My hands shake as I open it up, but when I slide out what’s inside, my whole body threatens to fall apart.

  The pictures are black and white, shot with a telephoto lens, and all of them are of Damien.

  …Damien and another young, pretty girl.

  My mouth goes dry as I stare at the shots, ones of him smiling and laughing — of him hugging her on the sidewalk outside his building as they step out together. There’s even one of him kissing her on the cheek.

  The floor gives out beneath me, and I feel like I’m falling as I slowly let the pictures drop from my hands.

  “I didn’t want to show you those,” Agent Hall says quietly. “That’s not how I operate. But, you deserve to know.”

  The room is silent as I stare at the floor, and at the pictures I’ve dropped there.

  “Think of the family, Lyra,” Bill mutters. “Think of your poor mom. And then
think of what a piece of shit Damien Castle really is. Help me put him down, and we all get out okay, and get back to normal.”

  Agent Hall coughs, and when I turn back, she’s holding the wire in her hands.

  “You won’t even know it’s there, honey.”

  And slowly, I nod.

  12

  Damien

  “Something’s different with you.”

  I glance up sharply so see Cole stepping into my office — without knocking or even notifying my secretary. If it was anyone else, I’d be launching over my desk to rip them a new asshole, but Cole gets a free pass.

  Barely.

  Cole’s one of my oldest friends, not to mention one of my most trusted advisors in pretty much any facet of my life. He’s as sharp as I am, almost as ruthless, and just as focused. Which is why he’s been my second in command ever since I founded Castle Capital.

  I lean back from my desk, raising a brow at him as he closes the door behind him and steps into the office.

  “What?”

  “I said something’s different with you today. You’re all…fuck, I don’t know. You’re fucking smiling for once. That’s not normal. You got a fever or something?”

  I grin and shake my head before I realize that I am smiling and quickly shut it down. Too late though, because Cole spots it.

  “See, that. The fuck is up with you man? You get your dick wet after that party last night or something?”

  I’m out of my chair, hurtling across the room, and slamming my friend into the wall before I even process it. Red clouds my vision, and I can feel my muscles tense as my hand tightens on his neck.

  “Whoa!” Cole barks, shoving me away as I suddenly realize what the fuck I’m doing and loosen my grip. He shoves me again, his eyes narrowing at me.

  “Jesus, man! Calm the fuck down!”

  We stand there, panting and staring at each other before I finally take a breath.

  “Sorry,” I mutter.