My Shameful Secret (Forbidden Stepbrother Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

She caught her breath, and her nipples started to make an impression against the thin silk of her dress.

“If that’s the case,
darling
…” He reached for her, taking her by surprise. A moment later, and she was gasping in shock at finding herself straddling him on the barstool.

“Fuck me now.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“But—”

“You know who I am, don’t you?”

She nodded.
 

“So you know this hotel…”

“Belongs to you,” she finished.
 

When she wetted her lips, when she started to look around, Saehan knew he had her.

“So fuck me. No one here’s going to say no. This is my world.” At the flash of hesitation in her gaze, he said casually, “I won’t ask again.” He meant it. And she knew it.

Another moment, and she surrendered. He let her do all the work, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out of its confines. The moment she did, his bodyguards went into action, all of them used to his hedonistic ways. They surrounded him, an impenetrable wall that prevented anyone from seeing what was happening.

What they could not do, however, was prevent the crowd in the bar from hearing her.

The woman slowly sank herself onto him, her pussy already wet and eagerly taking in his engorged cock. She gasped when he was fully embedded inside her, and it was clear on her face that she hadn’t truly understood just how big he was.

Grasping her buttocks, he lifted her all the way up until only the head of his cock was inside of her.

And then he pulled her down, fast and hard.

She screamed.

He began to fuck her, hard. He knew exactly what to do, when and where to do it, to make a woman his slave. Just a couple of thrusts and she was crying out, oblivious to her surroundings. Her eyes were dilated, her head thrown back, and she was bouncing on his cock on her own.
 

Saehan’s eyes drifted closed.

In his mind, reality faded and his most perverted fantasies took over.

He began to pretend it was his sister he was fucking, Misha straddling his lap and crying out his name.

Today was her birthday, making her nineteen. Almost a year had passed since the last time he saw her, but even so he had never been able to forget her…and their kiss.

That damn kiss…

The thought had him shuddering and with a growl, he dug his nails into the woman’s hips as he impaled her with his cock.
 

She screamed his name as she started to come.

He hissed out air as he pulled out and came on her thigh.
 

Misha.

He cried his little sister’s name out in his mind, over and over.

Misha, Misha, Misha.

2

Today was her twenty-second birthday. Four years, and he still hadn’t come back.

So much time had passed, and Misha knew she should give up waiting for him. Even her parents had given up, accepting that some people just weren’t meant to be friends with each other.

God, if only it was just that.

After taking a shower, she went to bed and switched the lights off, plunging her bedroom into darkness. She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. But she couldn’t. All she could see now was her brother’s face…

Before she knew it, she was dreaming of that time again.

That kiss.

Her breath caught silently as she imagined Saehan’s lips on hers.
 

Slowly, her fingers started to move.

Before she knew it, she was cupping her breast, squeezing it. She imagined her brother doing it to her, and suddenly, what should have been nothing but a normal touch transformed into a sensual caress.

Oh God.

She squeezed her breast harder, and her arousal flamed to life, every inch of her body heating up.

Misha knew she should stop this. She had never done this before, and if she were smart, she would stop it now and never do it again.

But…

Her other hand moved down, hesitantly, almost fearfully. Her fingers slipped inside her shorts. Her panties. The brush of her fingers against her sensitive flesh made her lips part in a silent cry. She imagined Saehan touching her there, and her body jerked.

Oh God, it felt so good.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she surrendered to the inevitable. Slowly, she stroked herself, fingers becoming wet with her own essence. She imagined Saehan doing it to her, fingering her, and suddenly it wasn’t enough.

If it were Saehan, he wouldn’t be satisfied with such a touch. If it were her brother, he would be aggressive, demanding, forceful. He would—

Her middle finger slipped inside of her.

Misha imagined it was Saehan fingering her.

Her finger moved faster.

Saehan finger-fucking her, harder, faster—

Her orgasm took her completely by surprise, creamy wetness spilling out of her.

Saehan.

Just the mere thought of his name had her coming again, her thighs trembling at the strength of her climax.

She couldn’t stop herself from chanting his name, knowing it was the only time she had the right to say them.

Saehan, Saehan, Saehan.

3

This was insanity, Saehan told himself. But still his fingers moved over the keyboard, entering the necessary password. In a second, he had accessed the CCTV system that monitored the entire home where his family lived.
 

He had it installed with Hector’s permission. His father knew and understood that they, too, were potential kidnap targets just by being related to Saehan and Vivian St. Clair.

The system had purely been for his family’s safety, but now—

Exhausted after closing a deal with German investors, Saehan had found himself tempted by the most insane idea.

He shouldn’t do it. It would just make his life worse, would just make him miss her even more than he already did.

But in the end, the temptation had become irresistible.

One click, and the huge monitor that spanned an entire wall in his penthouse office displayed Misha’s bedroom. The room was brightly lit, but the blinds were drawn shut. His heart sank at finding the room empty. He had hoped—

Saehan froze in his seat when he heard a door opening. Another second and Misha padded into view, wearing only a skimpy white bathrobe, her hair wrapped under her towel.

Taking a seat, Misha unwrapped the towel and shook her long, auburn hair out.
 

It was incredibly erotic, and even knowing he was being a damn voyeur about it, Saehan couldn’t stop his dick from shooting up.
 

In the giant screen, Misha was briskly rubbing her hair dry. After, she stood up and began to take off her robe.

Saehan’s eyes widened.
 

The robe fell to the floor, and he was treated to the naked sight of her bare buttocks.

His hand went to his dick, trembling in an effort not to stroke himself.

Misha walked to her bed, still naked. She paused before it as if hesitating.

Why?
Why was she hesitating?

A second later and she was on her back on the bed, legs stretched out.

Whatever control he had left disappeared then. It was his first time to see her breasts naked, and the sight had him clicking to have the covertly installed camera zoom in.

Misha’s naked body filled the screen.

Fuck.

He fumbled for his zipper, releasing his cock.

Eyes glued to the screen, he watched Misha’s legs slowly part. His eyes widened as her legs parted wider and wider until she was practically spread-eagled on the bed.

What the fuck?

And then her eyes closed just as her fingers started to move.

What. The. Fuck.

She was kneading her breast with one hand and stimulating her pussy with the other. Her soft moans, captured by the state-of-the-art CCTV camera, filled his office.

FUCK!

His little sister was masturbating!

When had this started? Why was she doing it? And was she imagining fucking another man while she pleasured herself?

More questions swirled inside of his mind. He had a hard time reconciling the pure, innocent image of his sister with what he was seeing before him now.

When she started fucking herself with two fingers, that was it for him. Saehan stroked himself, his hand moving on his dick furiously, matching the pace with which her fingers moved.
 

He found himself kicking his pants off and walking towards the screen, his cock jutting out like a fucking arrow pointing him towards the right direction.

On the screen, Misha was writhing on the bed, moaning and whimpering as she squeezed her own breast hard. Her hand moved down, finding her clit.
 

A moment later and she was coming, her lips parting in a silent scream of ecstasy.

FUCK!

He came hard, his dick spurting out his cum. White creamy liquid hit the screen on the wall, landing right above Misha’s breast. It was almost like he was coming on her body, and he growled, “PAUSE.”

The voice-activated command had the screen freezing on the image of Misha coming.
 

Staring at his little sister’s dazed face, Saehan jerked himself off a second time.

Misha, Misha, Misha!

4

“Do you promise?” Elizabeth’s voice was weak but hopeful. With various tubes connected to her wrist and the hospital gown making Elizabeth appear even frailer, she made a terrible sight.

Misha’s heart broke at Elizabeth’s words, but it also served to strengthen her resolve.
No matter what
, she swore to herself fiercely, she’d find a way to get along with her brother. Or if that wasn’t possible, then she would at least find a way to convince Saehan that they could pretend to like each other and be how they were before.
 

Staring down at her mother, who had drifted back to sleep, Misha blamed herself for being so blind all the years.

Almost ten years had passed since her graduation – the year she and brother had kissed. The year she and Saehan had last seen each other in person. All this time, and she had never seen past Elizabeth’s fake smiles, had never realized how hard it had been on their mother to see Misha and Saehan distant with each other.

If she hadn’t been so blind, maybe Elizabeth wouldn’t have stressed herself out. Maybe she wouldn’t have suffered a minor stroke.
 

“Misha.” Hector laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking right now.”

Looking up at him, she managed a smile. “Really?” She wanted to sound teasing, but her voice still shook in the end.

“Yes.” His voice was sober, making her smile fade. “Stop blaming yourself. None of us is to blame for what happened.”

Misha shook her head. “I just wish…” She stopped herself, knowing that wishing for the past to change was pointless. Squaring her shoulders, she asked Hector, “Do you know where S-Saehan is?” It surprised her, how much it still hurt just to say her brother’s name.

A worried frown marred Hector’s face. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“We’re both adults now. Whatever our differences, it’s in the past, I’m sure that he loves Mom as much as I do. I’m sure he’d agree to put everything behind us when he finds out it’s what Mom wants.”

“He’s not like the Saehan you knew,” Hector said slowly. “He’s changed over the years. He’s become harder, colder.”