Charged: A Stepbrother Romance Novel (With FREE Bonus Novel Heated!)

by Stephanie Brother

  “You’re mine”, Dante insists. “Say it.”

  “I’m yours”, Sash squeals, her breathing heavy.

  “Louder”, Dante commands, as he fucks her harder, his balls slapping pleasurably against the bone at the base of her spine.

  “I’m yours”, Sash moans, circling the edge. “I’m yours.”

  Dante slides his finger deeper into her pussy, tighter now with his cock deep in her ass. He can feel himself like this and it nearly makes him come. Holding himself back, he slides the yolk of his thumb through her pursed pussy lips and towards her clit.

  “I’m going to come, Sash. I’m going to come inside your asshole.”

  “Yes.”

  Just the thought of it is enough to unbalance her. “Yes, please.”

  Dante grazes his thumb over her clitoris, and even though the touch is light, almost innocuous, it is enough to send Sash absolutely wild. He can feel it tear through her, both on his finger and through his cock.

  Her pussy convulses uncontrollably, sending a wave of spasms out across her leg which are so strong, they nearly result in unbuckling her from the bedhead. Where she doesn’t quite set herself free, what she does manage to achieve is to shift the bed into the wall so much that plaster begins to fly off in dusty plumes.

  Sash screams as it works its way out from her clitoris, through her pussy, down into her asshole, up her spine and into her brain, exploding like collapsing stars through each one of her nerve endings, every magnificent step of the way.

  She doesn’t care who can hear her and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter anyway. What’s happening to her is beyond her control. What’s happening to her is not something she can step lightly away from.

  Dante grunts his noise of ownership.

  Seeing Sash like this is one of the best things in the world. This is something money cannot buy, and something no-one else will ever see again. Dante has won. As far as he is concerned this means more than all of the money in the world. Sash convulsing so much in orgasm at his touch that she looks like she’s having a fit.

  He can take her to another world, and he’s the only man that can do so. Looking down at the thickness of his cock, trembling in the final stages of pre-ejaculation, holding back for as long as he can bear the oncoming explosion of lustful orgasm, he’s reminded that Sash too, is the only one who can make him feel like this.

  He has broken her.

  She’s trussed up like a hog and whimpering as though she were about to be taken to market. Her pussy is palpating like a beating heart, viscous and muggy with her own tendrils of cum.

  This is it.

  This is the beginning of the rest of their lives together.

  Dante leans back. He puts his hands on the bed behind him. And then with his head tilted upwards and his eyes closed, his cock lodged deeply in her ass up to the swollen sack of cum in his balls, he finally and categorically lets himself go.

  Each pump pushes Sash even further towards nirvana, as she feels her stepbrother’s hot cum dissipate deep inside her body. It’s enough to melt her. The world softening at the edges and swimming together in a lake of constant pleasure.

  Dante has never come for so long or in such a quantity before. He wonders if it’s because of the tightness of her ass or the tabooness of the situation, or whether it’s because he’s fucking her in his own bed, or that he’s made her do what he wanted, or simply because the whole world knows and the woman he loves is pregnant with their baby.

  Whatever it is, he’s never felt anything like it. The shivers across his back that make goosebumps break out across his arms, the sheer sensitivity in the tips of his fingers where each of his nerve endings sing out in chorus, the electricity he feels bristling through his skin, and the fact that even after several minutes have passed, his cock still refuses to go down.

  It takes Sash a long time to gather herself.

  Her throat is sore from moaning, and her body refuses to stop exploding in mini after-waves of blissful ecstasy. Every time Dante touches her she feels like she’s going to come again. Every time she goes to shift herself even slightly, the world around her feels like it’s collapsing in.

  Eventually, after what seems like an eternity has passed, Dante pulls himself back upright, grabs his cock by the base, and slowly draws it out of her. He’s still erect, and incredibly sensitive, which pleases him greatly.

  Sash moans as she feels him depart her, the sensation such that she thinks he’s taking something of her with him. A moment later Sash’s asshole puckers up tight, like the closing mouth of a lazy yawner.

  Dante waits for it, while Sash tries to gather herself together enough to speak. There are words going around her head, but none of them seem like the right thing to say.

  Just as he wonders whether it’s going to come at all, the very first drop oozes out of her asshole and clings to the puckered skin of her anus. A minute later, half of his cum has dribbled out and melted into the sheets.

  Dante stands up.

  He goes to the bedhead and begins to undo Sash’s bindings. He detaches her legs from the bedhead, unbuckles the belt and pulls it off her. Where it lay tight against her skin now sits a strip of indented red flesh. Sash lets her legs fall to the bed with a bounce, stretches them out and twists her body towards her brother. She’s smiling and Dante notices it.

  “Is my punishment over?” Sash says provocatively.

  Dante gives her a stormy look, while he undoes the tie that binds her hands. Struggling, he finds a penknife in the bedside cabinet to the side and begins to cut through the corded silk.

  “I’ll tell you when your punishment is over.”

  There are welts around Sash’s wrist, that look like the ones her father carries. With her hands free, the first thing Sash does after rubbing life into them, is put them around her stepbrother’s body and pull him back towards the bed.

  “That was incredible”, Sash says, her body still tingling.

  She smooths her hand across his chest, down his perfect belly and towards his cock, delighted to see he still hasn’t softened.

  Dante folds himself into the bed so he’s lying alongside her.

  “So what happens now?”

  Sash curls herself into him, her eyelids already feeling heavy.

  “Now we rest. Tomorrow we begin again, but this time we do it together.”

  And like that, Sash nestled up against the thickness of his chest, and Dante with one arm around her shoulder to pull her into him, and the other on her belly, protecting what sits within, the buzz of an incredible series of orgasms bristling inside them still, and the wonders of an amazing future ahead, the world melting away into a blur of darkness and comfortable silence and all of their worries fading away into the ether, sleep, like an old friend leading them home, majestically takes them under.

  Nothing can take him away from me now, Sash thinks. Nothing on this earth can ruin my happiness.

  Chapter 46

  On a gray and drizzly morning, the sky heavy with storm-clouds ready to burst, a family gather to watch as Jason Walker’s coffin is lowered carefully into the earth.

  At the same time, ten thousand feet up, on a flight from Los Angeles to New York, Caulder sits reclined in a business class seat, drinking a gin and tonic.

  Next to him, tucked up in bed and already sound asleep, surrounded by books and toys, is Dante’s son, Oliver. Caulder returns the air-hostess’s smile as she walks past, her bump a little more prominent now.

  Epilogue

  One Year Later…

  Sash still can’t believe it.

  So much has happened over the last year and now this. Finally, eventually, ultimately this.

  She feels like if she were to pinch herself she’d wake up from a maddening dream, or even worse, one of the teenage fantasies she used to enact out in gorgeous intimate detail, ad infinitum.

  She doesn’t want to close her eyes just in case everything suddenly disappears upon opening them, and she can’t even catch he
r breath for the excitement.

  It was finally happening.

  Everything that she had ever wanted was here. She and Dante were getting married.

  “Sash? Is everything ok?”

  There is a silence that has descended on the watching group, which Sash now notices for the first time. She laughs nervously as she looks out to them and then back to her stepbrother, who is seconds away from becoming her husband. Dante squeezes her hand, Oliver hides under a chair and Henry smiles across to her proudly, Sash and Dante’s son Jay cradled in his hands.

  Sash can hardly speak for emotion. Tears of joy cling to her cheeks like stripes of rain on polished glass. The edges of Dante’s lips curl up into the smile that has always made her melt.

  This is it.

  Everyone is here to witness their union.

  This is everything she has ever wanted.

  “I do”, Sash says finally, her heart beating wildly. “Fuck, yes I do.”

  Tracy’s cheeks redden a little at the curse, but nobody notices it except her. Everyone else is looking in one place and one place only. Dante and Sash embrace, look at each other deeply and kiss passionately. The words of the celebrant can’t be heard over the whooping and cheering from the crowd, but it doesn’t matter.

  Sash and Dante know the importance of what’s just happened. They know that they have sealed their love forever in the eyes of American law. It’s official. Dante and Sash are now man and wife, and as far as they are concerned, the rest of the world can go fuck themselves.

  Henry is the first over to congratulate them. Dante takes Jay, throws him up into the air, and then presses him lovingly to his chest. The bundle of cuteness gurgles and attempts a smile. Oliver plays with Sash’s dress, trying to get underneath the flowing material, while others join them up on stage.

  Everyone looks incredible, but Sash and Dante look out of this world. If you didn’t know them, it wouldn’t take more than a second or two to pick them out as husband and wife.

  There are a quick round of photos, and then the gathered guests follow the newlyweds across the lawn of their brand new home and towards the converted barn and patio, where seats have been placed and a band of staff members buzz about excitedly.

  Sash holds Oliver in one hand, Dante in the other, while Dante presses their child against his shoulder.

  “Mrs. Hix”, Dante says, turning to her.

  “Husband and wife.”

  Jay gurgles, half asleep.

  “Til death do us part.”

  “I love you, Dante.”

  Dante stops her then, to put his finger under her chin and lift her eyes up towards his. Her cheeks are still wet from tears, her eyes softened from crying them.

  “I love you so much, Sash. I always have. I would do anything in this world to make you happy.”

  Sash bites her lower lip. “You already have, Dante.”

  Dante pulls her towards him, and a moment later their lips are pressed together.

  Sash never thought being this happy would ever be possible. She never thought this day would ever come for one. Two, she never thought it would be Dante standing there across from her professing his love and saying ‘I do’, three, she never thought she’d ever have a baby, not least with him, and four she never thought in the wild depths of her imagination if all of those other things did magically happen, that her family would be there to support her.

  While Dante kisses her, a ring forms around them of Sash and Dante’s nearest and dearest. Abbey is there, Caulder too. Henry, Tracy, Oliver and Jay. Old school friends who supported her throughout, ex work colleagues, even her estranged brothers, all so happy to see Sash as happy as she is today.

  Dante can’t believe it either. After what happened the first time around, he never thought anything like this would be possible. After walking out on Sash he never thought he’d ever get her back. Not only that, Dante got her back pure and made sure that she was his. There has never been a girl that has made Dante feel the way Sash does, and the feelings he has for her now, on the day that they have sealed their love forever, is enough to make him cry.

  He has everything that he wants. He has Sash, the support of her family and friends, Oliver, Jay, and even his business back. He has a whole life ahead of him with the woman and family that he loves, and nothing that can get in the way of stopping that. Sash can see it in his eyes, and Dante can see it in hers. Nothing can break a love this strong. They were always meant to be together, and everything they had to go through to get here was necessary just to arrive.

  “Shall we?”

  Sash loops her arm into her husband’s and rests her head on his shoulder. Together they begin to walk towards the patio area again.

  “You know they’re going to freak when we tell them.”

  “I can’t wait to see the look on their faces.”

  “I hope it’s a girl this time”, Sash whispers. “Two boys are already enough.”

  Dante gives her a side glare and pulls her into him, the tips of his fingers just about stretching to her belly.

  “If it’s a boy, we are definitely calling him Dante.”

  Sash laughs and pushes herself away from him.

  “I’m not even joking”, Dante goes on. “Dante Hix, Jr.”

  Sash shakes her head. “We’ll see.”

  “Well, if not this one, then definitely the next. We’ll just have to keep going until another boy comes along.”

  “I am definitely going back on the pill”, Sash jokes.

  “I don’t think you were ever on it in the first place”, Dante teases.

  Sash playfully rolls her eyes at him, picks up Oliver, who has been pulling at her arm for the last half a minute in a blatant act of attention seeking, scrunches up her wedding dress with her free hand and skips towards the barn.

  Dante falls in step slowly behind her, happy to watch the beautifully simple way his gorgeous wife moves, while he thinks about exactly what he is going to do to her later on.

  While they drink, and dance and talk about their future throughout the rest of the day, one thing is certain and nobody could deny it, Sash and Dante are perfect for each other, they are in love, and the strength of that love is clear for everyone to see. It can never be broken, not now, and not ever throughout the rest of their lives together.

  They are going to grow old together, father more children together and be happy and in love together. There is even a possibility, however slim, that Sash might let Dante get his wish, and name one of their children after himself.

  But, of course, Sash still hasn’t decided that yet. She can’t always let Dante get his way!

  ***

  News of Dante and Sash’s marriage reaches Tess a couple of days afterwards, when the happy couple are honeymooning on an exclusive yacht in the tranquil waters off the Mauritian coastline.

  Naturally, she is absolutely furious, not only that Sash has ended up with Dante, but that the two of them now have legal custody of her child.

  Caulder was right in his estimations. Tess was the one blackmailing Dante, and she hadn’t done anywhere near enough to hide it. It didn’t take much to convince the police of her guilt, nor much time with Dante’s money behind it, for the case to be heard in court. Tess was given the maximum sentence possible, tried under both New York and Californian law, and Oliver, who was already in Dante’s custody at that point, was simply allowed to remain there.

  Tess scowls at the Television. She scowls at the news of her former lovers happiness, his recent success with his new company and Sash’s new found happiness.

  Dante made sure they threw the book at Tess, and has made sure there is no way she’ll ever get full access back to Oliver. In fourteen years, when Tess is finally allowed out of prison, Dante intends to allow her to see her boy, but only under terms agreed by them both. By that time, of course, Oliver will be a teenager.

  Tess is kicking herself, but the time for remonstrations has long since passed. She’s been through the ifs and had do
nes and the several other myriad permutations. Planting photos in Henry’s sedan at the time seemed like an act of genius, but given time to think about everything she has done, makes Tess wish she’d just stuck to how things were originally. She had a good life without ever needing to rock the boat. She had her son, a healthy support check and a future. Now she has nothing.

  She can’t bear to watch it anymore. She clicks off the TV, lies back in bed, curls up on her side and begins to cry. Tacked to the wall is the only photo she has of her son, which she paws briefly before closing her eyes.

  The day she decided to go up against Dante, was the day her life went to hell. Nothing can beat that man. Nothing can beat a love so strong.

  ***

  It is almost a year exactly after Jason Walker took his own life at Coney Island Beach. A promising athlete, he had been using steroids for a number of months, and was self medicating with alcohol to combat depression. The autopsy revealed a malignant tumor in his right lung, for which Jason was due to begin receiving treatment the month after he died. In combination with the mortician, and despite an investigation spearheaded by Jason’s family, a verdict of accidental death was passed by the courts. In memory of Sash’s friend and former love, and in an act of unexpected benevolence, Dante pays for an impressive headstone to be put in place at the cemetery in which he was buried, and begins a sports charity in his name designed to support promising athletes who may be encouraged to supplement their training with life debilitating steroidal medication, with an initial million dollar donation.

  As far as everyone is concerned, the matter has been completely cleared up. There is only one other man alive who knows the truth about what happened, and that man is Caulder.

  Caulder continues in his role as head of public relations, and is acutely aware of the power of both money and what that money can bring.

  If needed, history can be re-written, battles can be won, wrongs can be righted and most importantly lies can be buried completely, or made to look like the truth all along.