Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He reached an arm behind his back and pulled on the material in his pocket and brought my panties, bunched up in his hand, to his face. My pupils dilated as his nose buried deep amongst the moist fabric. He breathed a huge audible sniff. The deep walls between my legs contracted sending a wave of pleasurable pulsations flowing into my every cell. Why did that have to turn me on so much?

I knew right then my fate was sealed. I wanted him to have me. Right here on the rug. But I couldn’t give in; I was too stubborn.

I raised my chin at him, trying my best to look bored.

“Suck it up, Lex. Keep my knickers as a souvenir. Oh and by the way, I also know you took my phone.”

“You won’t need your phone,” he replied, as if the fact he stole it from me, went into my private room, meant nothing.

We stood a healthy distance apart but I could feel the pull towards him, as if he were like a fisherman slowly reeling me in. We were at a stalemate; at least I thought we were.

He flung his crystal tumbler into the crackling fire; shards of glass shattered against the back bricked–wall and the air sizzled with the evaporating peaty liquid. He was done being nice… if Lex could ever be considered nice.

This was a mistake, I thought, and backed away from him; playtime was over.

My shoulders and bum crashed against a wall as he towered over me. Inches from my face. My fingers flattened on the painted plastered, feeling every imperfection of the seemingly smooth surface. Blood pounded in my ears; I felt like I’d gone deaf as he reached for my wrist again, claiming it for his own. He took the other one as his eyes watched me struggle. I tried to resist but it was hopeless; he was too strong and deep inside I knew this was what I wanted. Lex parted my arms wide open, relinquishing any grasp my arms had on the tiny towel wrapped around my body. It dropped and pooled around my ankles.

“You were wrong little one. The moment you walked through the door, you were mine. This,” his eyes travelled the length of my naked young body, “has always, and will always, be mine.”

I melted at his words and waited for the moment he would touch me. I watched his hands eagerly, studying there every movement. Without warning, he brought my wrists together in front of my body, looped and wrapped my lacy knickers around them; binding me, then grabbed them with one large hand and brought them up in a triangle above my head. He pinned my arms against the cold wall. I was utterly at his mercy and shuddered as his free hand moved closer. It landed gently upon my cheek and traced a line of fiery pleasure down my neck and towards my heaving breasts. Lex paused and his touch lingered just above the first swell of my breast.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. I bit my tongue not believing the words coming from my mouth. He took his hand away and pushed the soft threads of his suit up against me, making me feel every inch of his excited manhood rub against my thigh.

“That’s not for you to decide.” He grinned for the first time, baring his teeth.

“Tell me I was right, tell me you are mine,” Lex said.

I didn’t want to admit to him that I wanted him; I just couldn’t. Saying those words out–loud would destroy me; destroy any hope I’d have at a normal life.

“I can’t,” I whispered and my head titled to look at him; pleading, but his eyes were no longer sparkling with desire. He let my bound hands drop; gravity pulled on their weight.

“Then we’re done.”

I stood shivering. Adrenaline rippled over every nerve ending, as he walked back to the throne of his chair. Lex sat and crossed his legs, while his eyes dared me to submit.

I glared right back and clenched my teeth, barring the words from escape. I wouldn’t give in. How could I want him, my step–brother, so badly? I pushed the guilty thoughts away; my insides were screaming to run, to slink away and hide far away from his penetrating eyes, but my body stayed and decided upon another course of action.

My hands were still bound, my knickers wrapped around my slim wrists. The material wasn’t tight, I could have freed myself, but I choose to keep the restriction as I moved my fingers over my stomach, skimming my supple skin down towards the narrow strip of short hair.

His eye twitched and my fingers touched the path of hair. Lex’s eyes darted about; I was getting to him. I concealed a smile as my fingers probed deeper, parting my thick swollen lips to reveal a delicate and pulsating nub.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice an octave higher; no longer under control.

“What I want.”

“Stop,” he cried as I was about to caress my clit.

“Make me.”

My finger pressed hard against the twitching bead and I moaned defiantly. My eyes drifted from his face to his writhing crotch and his mouth parted to allow a sliver of his pink tongue to dart out. He tried to cover his growing cock with his hands, but as he shifted in the seat I could see it poke against the material, desperate to get out.

He uncrossed his legs and smoothed the palms of his hands against his trouser legs. Lex got to his feet and he followed his cock; pointing the way towards me.

Keeping my hands and fingers fixed upon my sweltering flesh, I raised my head to look at up him and was dwarfed by his height.

“I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he growled. Suddenly my arm was wrenched away and his hand clamped down upon my elbow. He dragged me away from the fire, pausing only for a second to collect a length of plastic, which looked like a small TV remote, from a side table. He pushed me, never letting his grip loosen on my now surely bruised arm, and steered me down the hallway. I thought he was taking me to my room, but we quickly skirted past the door. With a simple press of a button on the remote he held in his hand, a click sounded, and a door unlocked providing entrance to a room I’d never seen before.

Lex pulled me close and dipped his head, his lips almost brushing my ear.

“This summer you will learn to do what I tell you. You will beg me to fuck you.”

Those were his final words as he pushed me through the open door into a dark recess of a room; closing the door behind me. The lock clicked shut as I banged my feeble fists against the wood panelling.

“Lex! Let me out,” I yelled.

It was no use; the sounds of his footsteps receded into the distance. I waved a hand in front of my face but could barely see it; the room was pitch black and I couldn’t find a light–switch.

I hugged myself; the cold was creeping in, and regretted pushing him so far.

Chapter Five

W
ho the fuck did he think he was putting me in a time–out like I was a naughty child? My eyes blazed; he’d regret this, I thought. There was no trace of tears in my eyes. My stubbornness waged war on Lex and I decided I wouldn’t let him get to me; he wanted something from me and the only way he’d be able to get was if he came back and let me out.

After what seemed like hours, the minutes ticking away slowly in my head, I sat trembling on a suitcase I’d found and kept a lid pressed firmly upon the building impatience that bubbled inside me, waiting for him to return.

I had determined, by running my hands carefully over the stacked objects, that my temporary prison was some sort of luggage room. I pulled one of the suitcases out so I didn’t have to sit on the cold tiled floor, but had to be careful so the whole lot of them wouldn’t tumble and fall on my head.

My tummy grumbled. It’d been hours since I last ate. Lunch with Michael and my mom was hours ago and I’d only nibbled at the Caesar salad I’d ordered. I didn’t think he’d be cruel enough to let me starve in here, but then again I’d only just met him and only knew of his tabloid persona; flashing cash and allowing half naked girls to parade around him, like leashed puppies, yapping to his every command.

Finally a light flickered on in the hallway; the glow seeped under the base of the door and around the frame. I stood, pressed my ear to the barrier between us and controlled my breathing, waiting for him to make his next move.

Two shadowed shapes cut into the light at the bottom of the door. He was standing right outside. What was he doing? Was he waiting for me to cry out? Well, he’d wait a bloody long time, I thought.

“Aimee?” he called, a whisper through the door. It was as if he was cooing to a sleeping child, testing the waters to see if I was awake.

I clamped hard on my tongue; I wouldn’t answer him.

“Aimee, are you awake? Do you want to come out?”

He was testing me, I was sure of it.

No matter how much I wanted him to touch me, to feel him inside me I would not give in. Not yet, at least.

The mechanism inside the door clicked; metal against metal as the lock slid open. I took a step back away from the door and crouched behind one of the large suitcases, making sure I’d be in the shadows if he decided to take a peek inside.

A crack of light cut through the blackness, a lengthy strip landing upon the items inside the room.

I peered around the corner of the suitcase watching a sliver of Lex’s body at the doorway. I smiled, he couldn’t see me. He pushed the door open a fraction more.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out?” He looked about the room, a frown appearing on his worried forehead.

His eyes darted left and right, like searchlights trying to find its prey. He took a cautious step inside, bracing himself, I thought, for a suitcase to come flying out of the darkness and into his head. But the moment passed and his head was still intact.

“Where are you? You can’t hide from me.”

Another step was all I needed I would be able to launch myself behind him and out of confinement.

“Aimee, this isn’t funny…” He looked desperate now. Good, I thought. I wanted him to squirm. Make him think something terrible had happened to me.

My moment arrived, the door was three–quarters of the way open and he stepped fully inside and started to grab at the suitcases pilled high.

I shot out from behind my cover; my bare feet gripped the dry tiles below and ran for the hallway. I imagined myself as a blur speeding passed him, but I wasn’t that quick. Lex spun around, ready for me. His manicured fingernails clawed at my skin; scratching raw red lines down my arm, but he couldn’t get a good grip.

I ran for it, not knowing where exactly to go. The security control panel would have been my first thought, yet I knew I wouldn’t have any time to figure out how the contraption worked, let alone turn off the locking system.

I passed through the living room, tempted by the heat emanating from the fire but continued on. I needed something solid between us.

“All you’re doing is causing me to work up an appetite,” he called after me. Lex was pissed I wasn’t bowing to his every desire. Maybe this game of cat and mouse could last a little longer; but who was the hunter and who was the prey?

Down another corridor off from the lounge I made my way into the dimmed kitchen. Only fluorescent blue lights from small appliances illuminated the room.

There was a granite–topped island in the middle of the kitted out room and I placed myself behind it, and faced the doorway, waiting for him to arrive. He wouldn’t trap me again.

Chapter Six

“I
heard you before. Touching yourself. Don’t lie; you were thinking of me weren’t you?”

He breached the entrance of the kitchen, smiling like the cat that’d just gorged on a saucer of cream. I don’t think he was expecting a reply; he merely enjoyed the sound of his own voice… he enjoyed toying with me.

“Yes,” I admitted, and stood tall. My boobs on full view. “I imagined spreading my dripping wet lips wide and riding your face.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Nice visual. You certainly don’t act like other women.”

Did he really expect me to have a conversation with him after he locked me up?

“You mean the bimbos you hang out with? I’m not surprised; I’ve actually got brains.”

“In that case, you should have already figured out that the only way out of this is to get on your knees and beg me to fuck you.”

“I disagree,” I said as I took a step around the island towards him. I titled my head at him as he followed my movements, keeping an equal distance between us. I took another step and the same thing happened again and we circled around the island. He moved away from me… why was he afraid of me getting close to him? Was it because he was losing control, his power slipping from him as I gathered it up and used it back against him.