Stepbrother Romance: The Knight Passion Series (Contemporary Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult BBW Romantic Comedy Pregnancy Short Story Collection)

by Wanda Edmond

  “Take me to Atlanta, Georgia.”

  “Right away, sir.”

  Ian would fight anybody who challenged him. Slay any dragon. Kristina Layne-Knight was his. Finn Matthews or anyone who threatened Ian’s happiness would discover the real monster that was inside.

  Ian tossed back the bandy against the back of his throat. He admired the expensive workmanship of the crystal and then he smashed the crystal against the wall of cabin.

  “C’est la guerre.” Ian warned softly.

  << END OF BOOK 4 >>

  YES! I WANT TO RATE YOUR BOOK 4

  …Synopsis (Book 5)…

  Kristina Layne-Knight has fought desperately to stay away from her stepbrother, Ian. He is bold, uncompromisingly driven, and he has promised he will pursue Kristina until he makes her his!

  Fighting her forbidden fantasies, Kristina reunites with Ian who shocks her with news about Ian plan to keep Finn and her apart. While the secret she has been hiding may bind to her Alpha stepbrother Ian forever. In the fifth bad boy, stepbrother billionaire romance in the “Knight Passion” series, Treasure.

  Prologue

  Kristina spilled out of the backseat of the taxi before the driver could give her change. Traveling to Atlanta by coach wasn’t her biggest worry. Her co-worker Jasmine arranged for her flight from New York—but she didn’t tell her she’d have to make a connecting flight on the way.

  She’d fled from NYC the moment after she’d overheard her stepbrother Ian speaking with Finn on the phone. Finn Matthews had tried to tell her Ian wasn’t the man he pretended to be.

  Kristina didn’t know what Finn meant. Yes, she and Finn shared two passionate nights making love on a weekend jaunt to Six Flags. Finn texted her repeatedly while she worked in New York City during the late hours, helping promote writer Bree Summer’s next tell-all fiction about living in the socialite fast lane. He’d even asked her to rendezvous so he could tell her something important.

  She left her midnight book signing party with Bree to meet Finn—and found her six-foot-plus, dark-haired, and very well-kept stepbrother, Ian instead. Ian sat at a vintage Queen Anne desk in a private plane looking like a dashing Gatsby. Kristina didn’t know her brother traveled in such luxury.

  She’d thought about Ian every night before she slept—and on the flight back to Georgia, her mind replaying how her brother seduced her with such consummate skill.

  ***

  Ian had poured her champagne and said he wanted her to see he was a changed man. ‘He was that all right’, Kristina muttered, stepping onto the curb. Her stepbrother showered her with liquor and cherries and Tchaikovsky. He had played her like the strings the composer sketched in the absolutely beautiful Cinderella Suite.

  Oh, and she had let him. She’d done everything but help him! Thought Kristina.

  Ian Knight ran a multi-billionaire software app development company right from the office of his jet plane. Kristina had heard him making deals from a side cabin after he and she had made love. She truly believed her stepbrother cared about her, and she gave in to his hot kisses and hard male body. While she rode him ardently, feeling his length fill her as he spilled himself inside of her. She’d never behaved more wantonly with a man. Even Finn hadn’t touched her as deeply or emotionally as her ravenously sexual Alpha stepbrother.

  Kristina believed Ian had to be the worst kind of man. He seemed to have no scruples because he could afford everything under the sky and moon. She’d witnessed Ian’s cold heart up close and center when she burst into his jet office cabin and demanded he explain why he was talking to Finn.

  Ian had offered Finn money as she Kristina listened to Ian’s side of his conversation, shocked. She’d mistakenly thought Ian was some kind of lothario—a man who took what he wanted in business and in the bedroom. Certainly he’d had his way with her.

  Ian had said all the right things, and he’d soothed her fears of being with him when they both knew they were brother and sister. It didn’t matter if they were relations by blood or marriage—Kristina worried tragedy waited for her and Ian now that they had slept together.

  If doing her own brother was morally wrong, letting him do her on his private jet thousands of miles above the Atlantic had to be worse!

  She had woken after she and Ian indulged in lusty love play to realize she had become the newest addition to the Mile High Club. Thank goodness her brother hadn’t made some clip of her bobbing up and down on him.

  All Ian had to do was to take a Selfie of her riding his thick erection like a horny stewardess. Then Ian could have used the video to blackmail her and have her do anything he desired!

  Chapter 1

  Kristina leant over the passenger of the taxi and the driver tried to hand her the rest of her change. She was too preoccupied peeking over the street traffic. She’d given an address to the cab driver Finn had described. The cab driver stopped on the opposite road of a city park, and Kristina darted in front of the driver when she spotted it.

  “Hey, you forgot this—,” the cab driver called.

  “Keep it,” Kristina said weaving between on-coming automobiles.

  Finn rang Kristina while she and Ian flew to Paris, France and he said Ian had something irreprehensible.

  Kristina hurried to a small enclave of brushes and oaks where she saw a circle of benches. Sunlight poured through the cluster of oaks onto the grass and she found Finn. He leaned his charcoal-suited and muscly body against one of the trees, and he was talking on his mobile phone.

  Kristina rounded the tree and she glanced at his handsome figure, wondering why Ian made her feel the things Finn didn’t. Finn was good lover—but her stepbrother Ian was sinfully better.

  The summer afternoon was tipping into the 90s, making Kristina head straight under the oaks for protection. Finn spotted Kristina’s honey-wheat hair lilt in a light breeze and spun around, and smiled. Kristina waited when he mouthed the words, ‘Just a sec’.

  Suddenly tapped the phone then he rushed to Kristina and he gave her big bear hug. She dragged her hands to Finn’s wide shoulders making it as far as his elbows. She started to pat his arms when she realized Finn wasn’t about to let her go.

  “Ooh. Can’t—breathe—!” Kristina said, her teeth chattering.

  Finn broke the hug then he gazed Kristina up and down.

  “You look, amazing.” Finn ogled her bare legs and wide hips like he was prepared to have lunch.

  Kristina flinched a moment, seeing he wanted to make her the first course. They were meeting so he could divulge why he had to see her. She wondered why Finn had left during their last night at the amusement park. Not to leave out the ‘Dear Jane’ note he left that pretty much said, ‘Call me sometime.’

  Who left a note like that after he and a girl had been intimate? Finn held Kristina close then he gave her a long, hard kiss. Kristina broke the kiss, putting her hands on her hips, flabbergasted.

  “Finn Matthews? Why are on Earth did you pick a secluded park to meet and in this summer heat?”

  Finn pulled back, smiling brightly. “Finally. I thought you’d never get here.” Finn had hinted to

  “Yes, but why here?” There were a number of nearby hotels or umpteen places Kristina and Finn could have met, and all of them indoors.

  Kristina dabbed a drop of dew from her collarbone. She noticed Finn staring at her hair fluttering around her throat—eyeing her hungrily. If Finn wanted me so much, why did he leave me when I’d needed him the most?

  Chapter 2

  The phone in Finn’s hand rang and he frowned. “I have to take this.”

  He walked to a grassy spot in the park and Kristina sat on a bench. The cool stone grazed her naked skin below her skirt, cooling her lower thighs. She recalled how Ian had touched her in the spot where the stone met her legs. He had dipped his fingers into her hot cleft and kept them there until she wept for him to use her more.

  Oh, why had she gone and slept with her brother? Worse, she was late for her period. Had
she been having too much sex? She had made it with Finn multiple times across the past weekend. Then she’d let Ian ravaged her core with his valiant, long and thick erection, making her wet with desire. Kristina realized she and Ian made love more than several times—when she woke she saw the sun arcing low in the West.

  No wonder part of her bottom had bumpy ride while she bounced on top of her brother’s Ian’s cock, Kristina thought. Ian’s jet had been circling back to the East Coast!

  Kristina rubbed her stomach; she felt a smidge unsteady.

  Why had Ian flown them to New York?

  ***

  “Come back for me at 8:00.”

  Ian left his personal limo driver a short list of houses to scout while he collected his briefcase. He had traveled south along the coast and landed in Georgia ahead of schedule. Good. Now he could track down Kristina, and ask her why she ran away from him back at La Guardia in New York until she gave him a straight answer.

  Sharing his stepsister with anybody other than himself made Ian’s blood boil. He’d downed the last bottle of Hennessy on the flight, and the libation hadn’t soothed his mood across 761 miles. He’d arranged to me his stepsister in New York City and he was ready to whisk her to his first destination of choice—Paris.

  Then her piss-ant crybaby lover dialed his private mobile line, asking if he was with Kristina.

  ‘She is there, with you. Isn’t she?

  ‘Kristina in no longer your pet bitch.’ Ian growled low into the line. ‘I thought understood the rules—.’

  Ian reminisced how he’d left Kristina sleeping in the cabin soundly and he wasn’t going to risk waking her. Ian had made wild, horny love with his sister, while his hands were bound. Krissy tied his hands to the antique sofa in the cabin, while his pleas to his stepsister to let him go fell on deaf ears. Ian’s groin lengthened as he’d pulled on his restraints. Still Kristina insisted he laid quietly while she rode him like his was prized bull. Ian enjoyed being used by his stepsister.

  Kristina climaxed over his shaft and crown so many times, Ian had struggled not to come; then she clenched herself on his dick driving him deeply inside her. Ian had never felt so sated by one woman—and he had plenty.

  ’I know Kristina is there, and when I find her, then you will rue the day—.’ Finn spat his words with venomous glee after had phoned Ian for money, and Ian had smiled.

  ‘You do that.’

  Chapter 3

  Ian recalled had angrily Finn ended their conversation. He waved off his limo driver, remembering how easy it had to been to throw another wad of cash at his stepsister’s short-dicked lover. He had heard Kristina describing Finn’s ‘manhood’ with rapt description during a brief call she made to her PR agency before his jet ascended. Seemed Finn was endowed plenty to fill his stepsister to the brink, but he didn’t have the balls to stay the course, when the waters got rough…

  On his plane he’d heard Kristina all but gush to her liaison ‘Jasmine’ she had never seen any man as well put together as him. Poor, Finn Matthews. His pledge of affection to Kristina was s limp dick as his taking money from him, not once, but twice.

  Ian smiled as he entered his gated antebellum mansion near northern most city border, and entered his office-study. The 19th century parquet floors and the handwoven confederate-age draperies surrounded a long wood dais, topped with a wicker seat and whitewash-stained mahogany desk.

  The mansion had been on Ian’s mind since he learned his stepsister lived in town. His Knightware company’s software applications continued to gain him notoriety in mobile app development circles.

  The income from his last app release gave him more than enough revenue to buy any home in Georgia, or across The Carolinas, to NYC. Ian bought the antebellum home because it reminded him of Kristina. The two of them shared their evenings together in Krissy’s bedroom that looked similar to Ian’s study. He had restored the withered carpeting and the chipped stairs leading to his office on the second floor without a second thought.

  Would that I could you to see how deeply I feel for you, Krissy, Ian mused.

  He kicked off his custom Barker Black Ostrich-toe shoes and glanced out the window over the city. The staff could pick up after him later. Certainly he paid the butler and the new maid staff enough—.

  A young woman dressed in a grey skirt, white blouse rolled at the sleeves, approached. She set a crystal glass down with a silver tray then she uncapped a bottle of The Balvenie whiskey.

  Ian watched the white cap atop her hair bun slip while she poured a generous splash of alcohol into a snifter.

  “Why do you wear that thing?” Ian slung his index finger toward Marissa’s tilted cap, as she placed the glass with whiskey into his palm.

  Marissa touched her cap. “Am I ‘crooked’, Mr. Knight?” The young maid said worriedly.

  Ian shook his head. “I’m sober enough still to see how beautiful you are.”

  Marissa straightened when he drew close.

  “You’re what? 20? 18?

  “I’m 22, Sir.”

  “This job is how I am paying my way through college.”

  Ian circled the maid then he stopped in front of her. Marissa darted her eyes to Ian’s face then she continued to stare out the window. Latin, maybe, and pretty.

  “Your dress leaves little for the imagination.” Sunlight glinted through the window over Marissa as Ian blocked her view and glanced at her.

  Ian ran his fingers over Marissa’s short clipped hair. She sucked in a sharp breath and Ian’s liked seeing the maid’s skin blush when he was near.

  “I’m nearly drunk and I can see how beautiful are. Not in this—.” Ian flapped the Marissa’s flimsy collar. “Why do you wear it” Said Ian.

  “The staffing agency has strict dress codes for every house employee,” Marissa fidgeted with the bibbed apron of her pinafore while she checked the apron ties at her back.

  Marissa smoothed her hands down her dress, aware of how dowdy she looked.

  “When you work for me, I want don’t you to dress in shrouds.”

  Marissa saw Ian sit back in the wicket seat as he stretched out his long legs, his male feet clad in brown socks.

  “Let me see you.”

  Chapter 4

  Marissa looked at her employer quizzically. She saw Ian’s watchful gaze, then she shrugged and she tugged the knot of her pinafore.

  “Remove.” Ian tipped his chin at Marissa skirt and blouse.

  Ian watched the maid step out of her uniform. The cottony apron slipped on top of the grey skirt as Marissa stood a bra and a bikini thong. She pulled one hand over her barely clad breasts, and she covered the space between her thighs as much as she was able. Ian smiled his approval.

  Ian took a leather portfolio from his desk drawer. He clicked his silver fountain pen and he scrawled ink onto a check. He tore the rectangle and he handed it to the maid.

  “Tomorrow I want you to shop.” Ian tore the check then he flipped it at Marissa.

  He watched the young maid free her hands to catch the paper before it stuck ground. Giving him ample view of her scantily clad breasts and labia. He took a piece of cotton letter stock and wrote on the paper.

  Marissa held out the check to Ian and he shook his finger. “I want you to go into Buckhead in the morning. Give this to Jeremy at Saks and tell him to credit my account. Pick out two months’ worth of dresses and shoes.”

  Ian saw the maid cover her mouth. “Mr. Knight, I can’t. Accepting gifts from the employer are strictly forbidden.”

  Ian spread his thighs, running his hand over the bulge in his tailored slacks. Marissa’s eyes grew wide as Ian grabbed a handful of himself as he stared. “You don’t work for the staffing agency anymore. You work for me.”

  Marissa glanced from Ian’s groin to his eyes. “I don’t know to say.”

  “Will $5,000.00 a month be enough to help my butler run the grounds? I travel often, you already know.” Ian took his hand from his crotch and he grabbed his portfolio
and he wrote out another check.

  “You don’t something for me, I’ll do something good for you.” Ian set the check on the desk. He pushed the paper at Marissa.

  The maid peeked at the number of zeros on the check and she gasped. “Mr. Knight, this check is for $75,000.00—!”

  Chapter 5

  Finn took Kristina’s hands as he sat beside her. He’d asked her to meet with him because he wanted more than a brief reunion. The beautiful honey blonde PR girl staring at him with wide, searching eyes told him everything he needed to know at the moment.