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Authors: Alexis Abbott,Alex Abbott
Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance
Alex Abbott
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Content warnings:
step-romance, non-sexual
violence, mention of drugs & alcohol, gang activity.
Wordcount
: 45,546 words
“
Oh, Kaiden! Right there! Oh God, I’m
going to come!”
The rhythmic creak of the bed is the least of my
worries as I lay awake, listening to them. My step-brother and...
who’s tonight’s guest? I want to say Samantha, but
honestly, they’ve all blurred together by this point.
The bed grinds into the floor, the headboard banging
against the drywall. Kaiden’s breathing is hard, but he doesn’t
say much at all. He just makes her scream louder.
All the women he takes back to his place might call
out his name like he’s some sex-God, but he barely ever makes a
sound, let alone puts much effort into remembering their names.
What’s the point? I’d never seen the same girl by twice
since I moved in with him six weeks ago.
Every night it’s the same thing. I’d
almost think it was a routine if Kaiden weren’t so against such
things.
He comes in around one or two in the morning with
some new girl, usually tipsy, and both of them laughing before he
takes them into his bedroom. And, unfortunately, his bed is right up
against the paper-thin walls.
Right up against my room.
I pressed the pillow to my head as
Samantha-or-whoever screams and Kaiden grunts.
“
Take it,”
he growls. “
Take
it all!”
He doesn’t care at all that I can hear. I’m
under his roof and his control now, at least until I decide what to
do with my life. Everything had been derailed when my father and
step-mother—his bio-mom—died in a car accident eight
months back. Before that, I thought everything was going to be fine.
I had just turned eighteen, and I had an education fund set aside.
I didn’t know that my education fund had been
‘borrowed’ from to bail Kaiden out of jail. I didn’t
realize that my parents were effectively broke. I also didn’t
realize how much funerals cost. And I had to do it all on my own.
Kaiden barely even made an appearance outside of the funeral, and
though he looked broken-hearted, he was gone before I could blink.
So instead of going off to college, all expenses
paid, I struggled to live on my own, grieving for months. Then the
restaurant I worked at went bankrupt. I had to beg my step-brother,
the person who had bankrupted my college fund, for a place to stay.
And he was just as happy about it as I was. I was
going to interfere with his life, he said.
What kind of life does he have, anyway? Screwing
random women every night, making money in who-knows-what ways. He was
arrested for drugs, but that bar he hangs out in every night, I knew
that was trouble; that the people he hung out with were trouble.
What other choice do I have, though?
So I lay in bed, listening to him pound the girl into
oblivion, and I can barely help the flush that goes through me.
Beneath my annoyance and anger, there was hurt as well. Beneath it
all, I can still remember how much I’d crushed on him through
high school. How every time my friends told me how hot he was, I was
secretly agreeing. I can still remember the time when we went
boating, and I fell in. He rescued me, held my face, and all I wanted
him to do was kiss me, but he didn’t. He got all awkward and
wouldn’t talk to me for a week.
My body feels like it’s floating as I hear them
come, as if I weren’t quite within myself, but looking down as
I flush, my hand dips between my thighs.
It’s not something I’m proud of. The way
my body prickles with heat, craves my touch. It’s a habit I
thought I’d broken. I had hoped it was just a childhood phase,
but as I hear him grunt and growl, I can picture him laying over me,
his gorgeous body thrusting.
The fantasy is so familiar, and I burn with desire.
I touch myself over my panties; my body is already so
hot and wet, so needy from listening to my step-brother have sex with
his latest fling. I close my eyes, holding in my moan so that he
won’t hear me. So that he won’t know what I’m
doing, fantasizing about him.
Every night I have to fight the urge to masturbate to
the sounds of him pleasuring someone else. Every night I have to
remind myself how dirty these desires are.
I swallow and force my hand away, so desperately
wanting to lose myself in my fantasy.
But I can’t.
***
My schedule has been turned upside-down since I moved
in with him. How can I get up bright and early to look for a job when
he’s been keeping me up ‘til three in the morning
screwing random chicks?
I plunk myself down at the kitchen table, a plate of
toast and some tea in front of me.
Kaiden’s still sleeping, even though it’s
past noon, and I at least have some peace and quiet. I bring the
piece of toast to my lips as I boot up my laptop and the local job
search pages.
I haven’t been having any luck. Kaiden lives in
the middle of nowhere, and just like Kaiden’s nightly rituals,
the job search page is always the same. Some jobs clearly out of my
experience and education range, one or two scam postings, and that’s
it.
We don’t even have a big chain store, not for
an hour-long drive.
But today, there’s something new.
The bar Kaiden is always at is looking for a
shot-girl.
Let me be clear. I don’t want to work at that
dive. I don’t want to be surrounded by the people he’s
surrounded by, and I certainly don’t want to see my
step-brother picking up chicks.
But I click it anyways, pushing aside my toast as I
lean in.
Shot Girl Wanted!!!
Great tips, hourly wage $10. Must provide own
uniform & be able to stand on feet for 10 hours. Call Ryder for
more info.
I jot down the number just as Kaiden rises from his
hibernation. He instantly snatches my laptop like he owns it, looking
at the screen.
“Fuck off, Kaiden!” I spit out as I grab
for it back. Not like it’s going to do any good. Kaiden is
six-foot-five and two-hundred-fifty pounds of muscle, easy.
I can’t deny that I can see what other women
see in him. The appeal of that kind of guy.
The one with muscles and pierced nipples, and who,
for some horrible reason, decides to go around shirtless all the time
around his house.
His house, his rules. That’s his motto.
I just wish his body didn’t drive me crazy.
“Hah, little Abigail a shot-girl? Yeah right,”
he says as he carelessly tosses the laptop back on the table, setting
my tea to shaking. I reach out and grab it, glaring at him.
“Whatever, I could totally do it.”
Besides, I need to if I’m ever going to earn
enough money to find my own place. I need enough for a damage deposit
and first and last rent, at least, and Kaiden has the nerve to charge
me rent as well. Says I owe him, now.
As if he weren’t the reason I was in this mess
in the first place.
“Whatever, Princess,” he says with a roll
of his green eyes. He leans against the countertop, hands pressed
into it and making his biceps bulge, his brown hair tousled and
messy. Every time he speaks, I’m thrown by the little hint of
his tongue piercing, which, as far as I know, he never uses on those
girls.
And if anyone would know, it would be me. After all,
I can hear everything in his room. It sets my stomach to turning.
Just as I’m about to bite something back at him
that would have been totally cutting, Samantha stumbles from his
room, wearing nothing but his t-shirt that ends not even halfway past
her ass.
“Damn it,” I curse under my breath,
grabbing my toast and stuffing the corner in my mouth as I take my
laptop and tea into my hands.