Holy fuck. I can't believe I just had my first orgasm and that it was to thoughts of my stepbrother Noah.I bite my lip as shame washes over me. What's wrong with me that the only way I'm able to get off is by thinking of something as taboo as my new stepbrother? Is that what does it for me? The taboo of the situation?No, that's not it, I know. It's Noah. There's something about him. Even though the man hardly spoke two words to me, I can't get him out of my mind. He may not have said much to me with his voice, but his eyes said plenty. They bored into mine with more intensity than anything I've ever seen in my entire life.It's almost like he was angry with me, and silly little fool that I am, I want nothing more than to lay down and take his anger. He can punish me all he wants by riding out his frustration on my body.I stutter in a shaky breath as my heart rate slows back to normal. I have to stop thinking like this. Noah is forbidden.And he obviously wants nothing to do with me
I want to kiss every inch of her body from her beautiful eyelids all the way down to the tips of her tiny little toes. I let out another horse grunt as I come again, my sticky seed shooting up out of me violently.Fuck, I don't think I've ever come this hard before. Thoughts of Cynthia have me busting nuts like I'm trying to get her pregnant. My cock twitches at the thought of planting my seed inside her and it taking root. Seeing her belly swollen with my child for all the world to see, of claiming her like that so that everyone would know she's mine…fuck, it’s enough to make my cock hard again.My chest tightens and my stomach drops, though, as I’m reminded these are nothing but just fantasies.Cynthia can't be mine.She's my stepsister.But that doesn't mean that I can't fantasize about her and watch over her—wrong or not. It's either this or kidnap her and tie her to me in every way possible. This is the lesser of two evils. No matter how sick it may be.☆☆☆☆☆Noah::::Jesus,I did
“Noah.” His voice is grim. “I have a favor to ask. It's Karen's daughter, Cynthia. She thinks someone broke into her place. Can I get you to run a security check and maybe act as her bodyguard for a few days until we figure out what's going on?”My breath catches in my throat, my body humming at the thought of having an excuse to be in Cynthia’s presence. This is like a dream come true, only guilt gnaws at my stomach when I realize that this wouldn't even be necessary were it not for me being such a creep to begin with.But there’s no way I can say no—nor do I want to. The thought of being Cynthia’s protector, of being the one she turns to to keep her safe, is too enticing.“Have her meet me at your place in twenty minutes,” I tell him before I hang up.I'll always be her protector—even though the only person she needs protecting from is me.* * *Cynthia:::My heart is still pounding a mile a minute. I can't believe someone was in my apartment. I can't imagine who would do something
Surprise flicks through his eyes, and do I imagine the way his shoulders relax?“Noah is in security. This is what he does every day. He’s a professional,” Jeff assures me. “He doesn't mind helping out at all.”I peek at Noah shyly, and he nods his head. “That's right. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”My breath hitches as he speaks the words. He says them so solemnly it’s almost as if he's making a vow.My heart flutters in my chest like a butterfly taking wing. I'm sure he just meant the words as they pertain to his job, but I'd like to believe that there's more to it than that.My crush on my stepbrother is still going strong. In fact, it's probably deepening right now with the way he's rushing to my offense, eager to be my savior. I've always been a sucker for the knight in shining armor who rescues the damsel in distress. They're my favorite types of books.I shake my head as if to clear my ridiculous thoughts from my mind. This isn't a book. This is real life, and the
“Do you think they'll come back?” she whispers, her voice trembling.I reach over and take her hand in mine. It's so tiny, but an electric current runs through me where my palm meets hers.I squeeze her hand gently as I reassure her, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”There. At least that isn't a lie. I can't tell her they won't be back because I am “they” and I will be back. There's no way I can stay away from her.But it is true that I'll never let anyone hurt her.She gives me a smile, and then we ride the rest of the way in silence.There are so many things I want to say to her. So many things I want to ask her. But now isn’t the time to make small talk when she's just had a scare, so instead, I let the silence drip between us. If she wants to speak to me, she will. I have to give her time.When we get to her apartment, I can sense her hesitance, and she hangs back as we approach the door.I place a hand on her arm and look down into her eyes before I tell her reassuringly, “I'll go i
“Protecting you is my number one job,” I tell her seriously, never meaning anything more.She smiles at me before she nods slowly.“It’s late, though,” I say regretfully. “I should probably let you get to bed.”The last thing I want is to leave her, but I know it's past time for me to have left.She bites her bottom lip as she walks me to the door, getting quieter with each step we take.I turn to tell her goodnight, and she's looking up at me with those luminous green eyes and wringing her hands again, her brow furrowed.“What’s wrong?” I ask her, glancing around as if I can pinpoint what it is.She chews on her bottom lip again, and I damn near groan at watching the way she worries the puffy flesh, drawing the blood up to it and making her lips even puffier and pinker.“Please stay with me,” she suddenly blurts, her wide eyes blinking up at me so innocently, so vulnerably, my chest tightens painfully.My heart swells with all the protective adoration I feel for this girl. “Of course
“Are you going to sleep like that?” I gesture toward his clothing.He just grunts, “Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.”I walk over to him, my heart thudding in tune with each footstep. With shaking fingers, I grasp the hem of his shirt before I slowly pull it over his head. He dips down to help me strip it off his shoulders.I look up at him, and the chocolate pools of his eyes are smoldering at me. Stubble lines his jaw. He looks so fierce, so masculine, like what I imagine a warrior would look like.My eyes skate down over his chest that's decorated with an assortment of tattoos. Before I can stop myself, I trail my fingertips over one of the patterns.I feel his chest tremble under my touch, and I look up to find his eyes watching me intently.“Sorry,” I say as I snatch my hand back, but he grabs it and holds it to his chest.“There's nothing to be sorry for, princess,” he tells me before he steps back and undoes his pants, letting them drop to the floor.My eyes widen when I tak
Noah:::I was right.My little princess tastes like peaches and cream, and I can't get enough of her.I deepen the kiss, pressing her even closer to me. I have to make a conscious effort to relax my hold on her so I don't squeeze the breath from her, but fuck, it's like I can't get close enough.My tongue seeks hers out, mating with it, and when she moves hers against mine softly, her inexperience clear, it makes my blood rush in my veins. Knowing she's never had a man in her bed before, that I'm going to be her first, has a steady stream of precum leaking from my swollen tip.The thoughts I'm having about her are so filthy that it's all I can do to keep from nutting in my boxers and ruining this before it's ever even begun.“Cynthia,” I groan her name against her lips. “If you had any idea the nasty, filthy things I want to do to you, you’d kick me out of your bed right, now sweetheart.”I feel a tremor go through her body before she presses herself more firmly against me. “Or maybe I