Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance) (2 page)

I hoped he was going to tell me that he was going to keep out of my business and expected me to keep out of his. Letting us both be free to do our own things… boy, was I wrong.

“I want to make it perfectly clear I’m in charge. And while I’m in charge, there will be rules. Rules that you will adhere to,” he continued.

My mouth dropped open and blinked at him. That wasn’t what I was expecting.

“You will not leave this apartment without my permission. When you do, I need to know exactly where you will be and who you’ll be with. I want names and phone numbers. And don’t think that I won’t check; I have people on my payroll who will follow up on you. You will call me if you are going to be late. Oh, and curfew is 10:00pm,” he glanced at his expensive watch, “not 02:00am. On the dot and no later.”

He took a sip of his drink, rolled it over his tongue then swallowed. “Break these rules and there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

I raised an eyebrow and got to my unsteady feet, I had enough listening to the delusional ramblings of a man–boy on a power–trip, even if he did have mesmerising eyes.

“Let me make myself clear, Alexandre Chamberlin. Are you listening? ‘Cause I will only say this once: I will not be taking orders from you. You are not my father and you are certainly not in charge of where I go or who I see.”

I started to walk away, but Lex suddenly shot out of his chair, grasped my wrist and pulled me hard towards him. “You’ll regret you said that,” he whispered into my ear, so close to my neck he sent an uncontrollable shudder down my spine.

“Have you been drinking?” he sneered, as if he was disgusted at the prospect. The hypocrite, I thought.

“Let go, you’re hurting me,” I spat back at him through clenched teeth, ignoring his question. My fingers throbbed, the circulation was cut off. While he held my wrist his forefinger caressed the back of my hand and our eyes locked.

“I can make this summer the best you’ve ever had… or your worst nightmare. Your choice.” His steely eyes penetrated me to the core. I stared right back, but not out of choice; I couldn’t look away. He held me fixed, rooted to the spot, and for one delusional second I thought he was going to kiss me. My eyes dipped to his mouth, I licked my lips and swallowed as he leaned in.

“Go,” he said with an irritating smile and finally released me. I ran to my room, not stopping for a moment to look behind me; desperate to get away from him.

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; feeling the vibrations as the door rattled in its frame.

I clasped my throat and slumped to the carpet as I struggled to suck in air. I needed to calm down and force myself to catch my breath. Huge thuds pounded against my chest; he was going to kiss me… oh god, I nearly let him kiss me. My step–brother. Oh shit, what was I thinking? I flashed back to his face, his tense jaw line dashed with stubble and those eyes that stripped me bare. He looked at me like he’d seen me naked… I hung my head in shame; I liked it. Liked the way his eyes felt on me and the way it made me feel. I liked the overpowering way he held my hand; his vice–like grip forcing me to stay close. The rush and shudders it created all round my body was something I’d never experienced before. This wasn’t normal, I thought.

I glanced over at the boxes of belongings pilled high. If there was ever a time I needed a release it was now. I bolted from the floor and scrambled on hands and knees towards the boxes; searching for the discreet vibrator I’d kept hidden in my pink bed–side table at the old house. Finally I found what I was looking for and my hand gripped the prize as I slung myself onto the bed.

Reaching for the hem of my skirt, I yanked it to my waist revealing my knickers.

Just one time, only once, I promised myself, would I think of him while doing this. I moved a hand beneath my knickers urgently trying to keep hold of the rush I’d just felt. Frustrated with the clinging material I shoved my knickers down around my knees.

My finger found its way back between my legs and smoothed over the small strip of hair, before plunging down and skipping over my hard little nub and into the slick crevice that was so wet it made me gasp.

My hand crept over the bedspread and took hold of the vibrator. The seconds that it took for my hand that held the hard buzzing contraption, to arc and sweep under and up between my legs were agony.

I closed my eyes as the juddering plastic made contact with my sensitive flesh; my hips bucked away at the electric shock the vibrator caused as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. Slowly I eased back towards the buzzing and licked my lips as I relished every pulse and tremble.

I held the vibrator close; torturing myself with the building rush and thinking of him restraining me again. I gasped as I imagined him creep into my room to bind my legs open. My fingers followed the path his would take up my parted thighs, touching every inch and forcing their way into my hot wet hole. I shoved my finger into my pussy, slipping past my juices, surprising even myself at how good it felt.

My thoughts turned impure again as I undressed his chiselled body in my mind. He would be ripped, hard and erect. I moaned as the buzzing increased its speed and I pushed the vibrator onto my clit hard and drilled my finger faster.

I caught a whiff of my own arousal and was turned on even more; my hard bead–like nipples poked through the material of the dress. Oh to have him suck on me, I thought.

My legs quivered and I squirmed as the heat inside reached a boiling point.

“Oh, yes,” I cried repeating it over and over as I came; my creamy nectar rushing out and down my legs, dripping onto the knickers stretched between my knees and the bedspread. It felt so good and I held the vibrator against myself for a few more seconds milking every pulsation as I slumped my torso forward, my bare bottom in the air.

Chapter Four

A
fter lying on my bed, recovering, I felt wicked and twisted. Who does such a thing? How would I be able to look at Lex in the future without remembering where my hands had been when I’d thought of him pleasuring me? I shook my head, trying to scatter the vile thoughts. Once was enough; never again.

My thighs were saturated and I needed to get clean and forget this ever happened. A hot long shower would do me the world of good. I stripped my dress off and unclasped my bra leaving them trailing behind me on my bedroom carpet and closed the door to the bathroom. I stepped into the huge glass walled shower ready to cleanse myself. I turned the chrome knob and waited for the hot water to pound upon my dirty body, but nothing happened. Except for a few inadequate drips of frozen water that emitted from the shower head there was nothing. Behind the tiled wall the pipes groaned and I was at a loss. I tried it again; no water leaked down.

Desperate now, I got out and twisted the basin tap open but only air dripped from its spout.

Shit. What was I going to do? I didn’t want to ask for help, especially not from Lex. I couldn’t trust myself around him, but I saw no other choice. I was no plumber but even if I had the slightest inclination of what was wrong I had no clue where any of the controls were in this new apartment.

I looked to the towel rail; it was empty. There was only a tiny hand–towel by the sink that would barely stretch to cover my bits. Naked, I walked back into my bedroom and immediately knew something was wrong. I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure out what had changed. My head lifted upwards as I caught the remnants of a scent I couldn’t quite place.

My eyes glided over the carpeted floor; bare and completely void of clothing. My dress was gone. I backed into the bathroom and grabbed the tiny towel, feeling the need to cover my vulnerable body before exploring the room further.

I was being silly, I thought. I was probably just misremembering, I’d been drinking after all, the clothes were probably on my bed or down the side… but it was no use trying to convince myself. I could see the crumpled bedspread from where I stood and it was clear.

I frowned. The bedside table too was empty; my phone was gone. A swirling ball of anxiety dropped into my stomach as my mind raced; clawing for any sort of answer.

It had to have been Lex, it was the only explanation. Was he trying to play mind–games with me? Was this what having a brother was like?

Fine, I thought, I’ll just put on some clean clothes. I pulled open the wardrobe and swallowed an enraged scream as my eyes fell upon nothing but the bare bones of the closet.

Leaving me no choice, I cautiously walked towards my door, opened it and stepped into the hallway. I waited for Lex to jump out at me but all I could hear were the sounds of a crackling fire echoing down the hallway. I wrapped the towel tighter across my body and hoped to hell that it covered my butt and crept towards the roaring sounds of the fire coming from the living room.

Lex was in the same chair as before, musing over another drink in his hand. He looked as smouldering as ever, as the orange lights flickered over his dark face.

“You seem a little under–dressed sis,” he remarked, his face completely still.

“What have you done with my clothes?” I shouted at him.

He seemed taken aback and raised his eyebrows.

“What would I want with your clothes? If you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear dresses.”

“I don’t know but they’re gone. And someone, you, took them…” The idea sounded preposterous as soon as the words escaped from my mouth. I should have checked everywhere before accusing him.

“Well, little one, it’s just me and you in this house and I certainly didn’t take them.” He gestured to the living room, spreading his arms wide. “Why, I’ve been sat right here, all this time.”

He stood and advanced towards me, letting his eyes skim over every inch of my bare flesh. I held the towel tighter as he approached. My breasts struggled against the soft fibres as my breathing increased to a rapid pace.

I stepped away.

“That’s a nice perfume, Aimee. Au naturel?” he whispered.

My eyes went wide. Oh god, I thought. The sweet smell drifted up from between my legs, mingled in the air and floated around our heads. His words were like an aphrodisiac to me and all I wanted him to do was straddle his face and overpower him with my scent.

I swallowed a thick guilty glob of wickedness. I couldn’t think like this. I wouldn’t. I took a deep breath and attempted to control my voice. Stay on course, I thought. “The water’s not running in my bedroom either. Do you know anything about it?”

He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “No, I don’t. But, for you, I can check the controls. The system has been a little glitchy since it was installed. The question is: what do I get in return if I fix the problem?”

“Er…” I stuttered.

“That’s OK, Aimee. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

He wandered over to the far wall opposite the fire to an obscure and partially hidden electronics panel.

“I can control most anything from here,” he explained.

The lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only the firelight as the sole illumination in the room. Shadows danced across his turned back as he continued to stand interacting with the panel. I watched the golden light play over his back and frowned as my eyes took in a small sliver of fabric wedged in his back pocket. I moved closer, and squinted my eyes to see better; I recognised the lacy material at once. My knickers! It had been him, as if there’d been any doubt in my mind!

A loud series of clicks sounded all round the apartment; reverberating off every wall and echoing around my ears. The sound of locks slamming shut.

“I can even seal us in. You know, in case the world outside goes mad.”

He spun around, his fierce determined eyes fixed upon me. He reached out, missing me by a hair, just as I passed him, trying desperately to make it to my room. His eyes were wild, ready to devour me. I tried hard to suppress the hidden longing deep inside me as I reached my bedroom door. The knob turned but the door didn’t open. I looked over my shoulder; he wasn’t there. He hadn’t followed.

“There’s nowhere to go, Aimee,” he called from the living room. “I told you; it’s just you and me in here.”

What could I do? He was right; I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only choice I had was to stand up to him; to face him.

I stood tall and walked back into the open living room. He stood leaning against the mantelpiece above the fire.

“Decided to join me?” He turned to watch me.

I took hold of the edges of towel and whisked them away from my body and flashed him, letting him get a good look.

“Is this what you want?” I yelled. Two can play this game.

He paused, his glass halfway to his mouth and peered at me with those stony eyes. A formidable bulge appeared at his groin. His cock struggling beneath the material of his suit pants.

Before he could answer, I closed the curtains on his view and said, “Well, you’ll never get it!”

Lex’s mouth twitched and the sides of his jaw clenched and unclenched as he looked at me in silence. He didn’t need to tell me I was wrong; he was amused by my defiance.