Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  Table of Contents

  Wanted: Big Bad Brother

  Dedication

  Description

  More From The Authors

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue - Dana

  Preview of Mountain Man Baby Daddy

  Hard Pressed

  Painting Her

  Taste

  Hard Luck

  Hard Sell

  Double Feature

  Bonus Sneak Peak

  Wanted: Big Bad Brother

  By Natalie Knight & Vivien Vale

  Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

  Natalie Knight

  Vivien Vale

  Dedication

  To our inner bad girls

  Description

  She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

  And can never have.

  The object of my darkest desires.

  My stepsister.

  Dana. She’s sweet. Beautiful. Perfection.

  For too long I’ve waited for her.

  Never daring to ruin what we have.

  Because I’m no good for her.

  I take what I want and leave destruction in my wake.

  How many nights have I longed to take her in my arms?

  Take her to my bed.

  Show her I’m the only one.

  When she comes to me for help,

  I can’t resist any longer.

  I’ll make her mine.

  Even if it means risking everything.

  Because the world won’t accept us.

  As the king of a social media empire,

  Everything I do is in the public eye.

  Secrets threaten to ruin us before we ever have a chance.

  But the biggest threat of all?

  Losing the woman that’s everything to me.

  Now that I’ve tasted her, I won’t give her up.

  I’ll make her mine. And never let her go.

  More From The Authors

  Natalie Knight

  Taste: A Bad Boy Chef Romance

  Painting Her: A Bad Boy Artist Romance

  Vivien Vale

  Mountain Man Baby Daddy: A Billionaire + Virgin Bride Romance

  Hard Bargain: A Virgin & Billionaire Steamy Romance

  Hard Pressed: A Billionaire in Disguise Romance

  Hard Luck: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

  Natalie Knight & Vivien Vale

  Hard & Fast: A Hard Thrusting Racing Heart Billionaire Romance

  Chapter 1

  Keagan

  The more I drink, the looser I feel. My life is as fucking stressful as it is comfortable.

  Letting loose occasionally, especially somewhere I won’t be photographed, has been a long time coming. Far Bar in Los Angeles is full, and we are surrounded by friends. Mason stands next to me, sipping his beer and leaning his arm on the bar. The other guys are all hunting for girls in the crowd that they can take home.

  I’m only interested in one of them.

  I glance across the room. Dana is with her friends a little further down the bar. They’re smiling and talking about the talent available. It isn’t hard to see who’s thirsty around here. The girls are all dressed to kill, and they’ll all land their prey before the night is out.

  My eyes are on Dana. We’re close, but you that one girl that you just can’t fucking have?

  Yeah. That’s Dana. My stepsister, the ultimate “one who got away.”

  She wasn’t always my stepsister, of course. There was a time when she was the pretty girl at school that I crushed on. The one I wanted to ask to the seventh grade dance. She was the one whose mom had run into my dad at an unfortunate parent evening and decided to get engaged, just before I got around to telling her how I felt.

  And now she’s my fucking sister.

  Go figure.

  She looks like sex on a stick. I watched her grow from a girl to a woman at the same time my own hormones developed. There’s nothing as awesome as having your jerk-off material live in the room next to yours.

  Or knowing she’s in the fucking shower, totally fucking naked. Or even worse, as we got older, hearing her moans right through the fucking wall as she did God knows what all alone in her bed. I mean, I knew exactly what she was doing, and it served as the ideal fantasy for my spank bank.

  Now it just grates the hell out of me that I will never be able to fuck her the way I always did in my fantasies—correction, still do.

  But we’re siblings. Sort of. Stupid fucking taboo.

  “Hello,” Mason calls in a sing-song voice, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying, or are you too busy bird watching?”

  “Sorry,” I say, grinning at him. “What were you saying?”

  “I’m saying Sociable’s infrastructure needs a serious upgrade if we want to move forward with the influx of users.”

  I shake my head and sip my beer. I haven’t had enough alcohol yet. I’m still fucking aching for Dana, my cock rock fucking hard.

  Too drunk to stop myself from wanting her, too sober to stop thinking about it, especially when she’s laughing and tossing her hair, talking to some motherfucker who will never be good enough for her.

  “Can we not talk about work tonight?”

  Mason shrugs. “I can’t help it, man. It’s because of you I have this job at all.”

  “You know what?” I say, nodding. “You’re right, and you know what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t have suggested you as a candidate for the IT department interviews if I didn’t think you were worth it. But I’m sick of hearing about Sociable.”

  Mason shakes his head, chuckling into the beer bottle he lifts to his lips, taking a sip.

  “Well, it’s going to be hard getting away from it, since you created it.”

  I shrug and take another sip of my drink. I created a new social media platform, and it blew up. I’m almost as fucking huge as Facebook and Twitter, and I landed my ass in butter almost overnight.

  I didn’t expect it to take off like that. I worked on a concept, and the right people saw the idea.

  My friends refer to me as the Master because where they’re all scrambling, I have it made. If I only fucking had Dana, I would consider that the truth.

  Sociable is a big company now, with different divisions, a turnover that’s growing exponentially as the rest of the world is getting on board, and I have an IT team that works feverishly to stay ahead of the technological curve.

  Mason’s on that team.

  I glance over at Dana again. Something about her is different tonight. She arrived after I had a few drinks down, and she blew me away. She’s wearing a low-cut top that shows off just enough
of that fucking perfect cleavage without looking slutty, and her eyes are made up with smoky eyeshadow that makes her blue irises pop.

  Fuck. She’s wearing a sexy short skirt. Easy access. I like that. My cock strains against my zipper, begging to come out and play with my sexy as sin stepsister.

  Her hair. That’s what’s different. Her brown hair is cut in a shoulder-length bob now. Before, it hung over her shoulders. The new cut frames her face and brings out her freckles. Freckles that she never covers with makeup. It was what I fell for when I saw her for the first time in the fifth grade.

  Besides her curves and her tits that make a man sit up and beg, her freckles are one of my favorite features.

  She glances at me. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I smile back. But I can tell something’s wrong.

  I have to ask her what’s up. We’ve always been close, just not in the way I want to be. We’re only a year apart, and we shared friends our whole life. I wish it was just the two of us, here right now, though. I want to be alone with her.

  I imagine leading her to the restrooms, locking the door behind us and pinning her against the wall. I would hike up one leg, shove her lacy thong aside, and ram my cock into her so hard, making her scream my name. Hearing my name on her lips would push me over the edge in a second.

  I want to fuck her so fucking bad. I’ve always wanted to fuck her.

  I shift, adjusting my cock in my pants. It would be poor form to stand in the bar with a visible hard-on, but I can’t fucking help it. One look at her is all it ever takes.

  It’s so fucking unfair that I can’t have her. The only girl I want. Forbidden fruit and all that shit.

  “So, who will it be tonight?” Mason asks.

  “What?”

  “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Mason says. He nods toward the girls. “I can see you ogling. Which one do you want to take home tonight?”

  Dana.

  Of fucking course it’s Dana. But I can’t say that. Instead, I shrug.

  “I don’t know, man. I don’t think I’m going to make a move tonight. I just want to relax.”

  “Sure,” Mason says with a laugh, not believing me. I sigh but he keeps pushing. “You should go and talk to them. You know Dana’s friends all want a piece of you now that you’re famous and shit. And you’ve been single for far too long. It will be too fucking easy to get into any of their pants. They’re probably all fucking wet for you right now.”

  He’s right. It would be easy. But it’s not their pants I want to get into. And I don’t like him referring, however subtly, to my ex, Lisa. We dated for three years in college, and she damn near ripped my heart to fucking pieces in the process.

  “You better make a move fast,” Mason says. “It looks like someone else is moving in for the kill.”

  I look at the girls again. Mason is right. A guy with black hair and an attitude walks up to them. He’s smiling ear to ear, and he’s got the Latino thing going for him with a shirt that’s unbuttoned way too fucking low. The chest that’s showing is smooth.

  “What a prick,” I say.

  “A prick that’s getting what he wants,” Masons says.

  I watch him introduce himself to the girls, and they’re practically swooning.

  “What do you wanna bet he has an accent?” Mason asks.

  I don’t respond. Mr. Perfect is smiling at Dana, his teeth too fucking white to be natural. She’s smiling back at him in a way that shows her dimples. She only smiles like that when she’s flirting.

  Fuck.

  I’m jealous right away. He’s not the right guy for her. None of them fucking are. I want her, and if I can’t have her, fuck everyone else.

  I’m being an asshole. I know that. But I don’t care. I’ve had too much to drink, and I don’t want anyone that fucking close to her.

  The other girls? Sure, he can have them. What the fuck ever.

  But Dana? Fuck no.

  She’s mine.

  I watch while he flirts with her. He turns his back on the others, leans on the bar, and shows off his chiseled chest. Just because he’s showing it off doesn’t mean there aren’t other people here with better bodies.

  Like me. I can show Dana what a real man looks like.

  And I have fucking chest hair. I’m not a naked mole rat.

  If I’m being unfair, I don’t fucking care.

  Dana is smiling and laughing when he speaks. Christ. He can’t be that funny. Not unless she’s laughing at him because he’s failing. I’d fucking love that.

  But judging by the dimples in her cheeks, that’s not the case.

  She reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card, and I down the last of my drink. My head spins a little with the rush of alcohol, and a jealous rage ignites in my chest. I want to do something violent. Instead, I watch him walk away with her fucking card.

  “Someone should take him into a dark alley and strip him of that business card,” I say.

  Mason raises his eyebrows at me. “A little too protective, aren’t you?”

  I shrug. Dana’s face has fallen. The dimples are gone, and she’s not even smiling now. She’s nodding at what one of the others are saying but she looks totally bummed out.

  “I’ll be right back,” I say and walk over to her without another glance at Mason. When I get closer to her, I swallow.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, putting my hand on her shoulder.

  She looks up at me, and her eyes are fucking brilliant. “I’m fine,” she says, flashing me a smile that seems forced.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask anyway.

  She shakes her head. “Nothing, Keagan. Really. It’s fine.”

  I look at her for long enough that she gets irritated. She shakes her head at me and shrugs my hand off her shoulder.

  “Really, go back to your friends.”

  Right. She doesn’t want me to crowd her.

  “I’m just asking,” I say, my nerves on fucking edge. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”

  She rolls her eyes, irritated. When she gets upset, she does this thing with her bottom lip that looks like a pissed off pout. It makes me want to bite it. To kiss her, rough and hard. It makes me want to do so many fucking dirty things to her.

  Every fucking time.

  I force myself to turn around and walk back to Mason instead.

  He’s watching me with a lopsided grin on his face. “Do you want to tell me what that was all about?”

  “What?” I ask, waving at the bartender for another beer.

  “You being jealous when someone hits on Dana? I fucking saw that.”

  I shake my head and put money on the bar when the bottle arrives. I suck down a couple of gulps before I come up for air. I want to get wasted. If I can’t get her in bed, I don’t want to remember the rest of my night.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s my sister.”

  “Step sister. Which doesn’t count. And she’s fucking hot.”

  I glare at Mason, but I say nothing.

  “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Doing her? A piece like that, right under your nose?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Mason,” I growl.

  Mason laughs. “I knew it, you dirty bastard. You have a thing for her, don’t you?”

  I shake my head, but I know he’s onto me. I become transparent when I drink, and Mason has known me since college.

  “So, what are you going to do about it?” he asks.

  “What I always do about it. Jack off to the idea of her body and leave it at that. Come on, man. What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

  Mason shrugs. “How about you fuck her? You can , you know. You’re not kids anymore, and it’s not like you’re related, technically. It’s just in theory.”

  “Fuck off with your theory. It’s not like she wants me, anyway. She doesn’t see me like that.”

  “Have you asked her?”

  Of course I haven’t. I don’t k
now how I’m supposed to broach that topic with her. What the fuck am I supposed to say?

  “Just drop it, okay?” I say and down more of my beer.

  Mason laughs, shaking his head. “You’re old enough and established enough to do whatever the fuck you want. You’re twenty-nine. You’re both consenting adults, and there’s no law against.”

  I keep shaking my head until he stops fucking talking. The thought of her naked and writhing against the bathroom wall is branded in my frontal lobe again, and I don’t think I’ll be able to shake it. Not when Mason keeps going on about it.

  “Drop it, okay?” I repeat.

  Mason shrugs. “I’m just saying.”

  But he does drop it, and I’m fucking relieved. It’s bad enough that my fantasies are the only things that make my lust for Dana bearable. I don’t need someone like fucking Mason egging me on to do something I might never be able to do. I don’t need his voice in my ear.

  I already have a little devil on my shoulder, urging me to misbehave. And he’s getting louder by the minute.

  Fucking hell.

  But I have to resist. I do. Right?

  Chapter 2

  Dana

  “What are you doing here?” my mom asks when I walk into her studio on Monday morning. “Don’t you have to be at work?”

  Her hair is fiery red this time. She changes it every other month. She wears tights and a loose dress. She’s paired it with bohemian jewelry, and instead of looking like a hippy, she looks eccentric and elegant.

  I shake my head. “Jen sent me out to run errands. I decided to take a detour.”

  My mom smiles at me. “Coffee, then,” she says and walks to the small kitchen they installed in the back to put on the pot.

  I sit down in one of the waiting chairs at the front of the studio. I feel guilty about the lie, but I can’t bear to tell her the truth. Everyone knows choosing creativity above a solid degree in business or science makes it harder to succeed. My mom and stepdad started an art studio, and they’re successful. I chose to be an interior designer, and I’m not successful at all.

  In fact, I don’t have a job to take a detour from. It’s been nearly a month, and none of my searches have come to fruition, either. I’m here because I’m starting to get desperate. Stress is gnawing away at my insides.