Step-Santa - A Stepbrother Forbidden Romance

“If I can have your attention, please,” my mother says into the microphone.

Oh god, where is that murderer? Do we have an ETA?

Mom launches into a speech, thanking everyone for being here and helping raise money for her charity. At the end of her speech, she announces her marriage to Randall.

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause and my gaze darts up to Kane’s. He raises an eyebrow, and I quickly look away before everyone in the audience reads my mind about all the things I want to do to Kane to land on Santa’s naughty list this year.

My mother wraps it up by gushing about our happy family. My insides churn, because how many times does she need to say it?

It almost makes me not believe her.

It makes me wonder who she’s trying to convince.

Us…

Or herself?

Six

KANE

Can you sweat during the winter? I feel like I’m sweating a melting glacier as Crystal drones on about family happiness. Mentally, I roll my eyes a few times, especially when she talks about the blessing of her new son getting along with her daughter.

She has no idea.

After this speech, I’m going to find the closest broom closet and stuff Winter in it and have my wicked way with her.

I don’t care if it’s not allowed. I don’t care if it’s completely unacceptable. When she walked into this ballroom in that black number hugging all her curves just right, I decided something important.

And that decision is…

I will claim her body as mine tonight. I will explore all those delicious curves.

Hell, I know nothing of substance about her except she comes up with silly elf names and is a naturally talented illustrator and author.

But does that even matter?

Cause I sure know the sounds she makes when she’s turned on. I know how her skin tastes. I know how her body feels when I’m holding her close.

Every part of me wants to keep spending more time with Winter.

We finally walk off stage and random strangers introduce themselves to me, welcoming me to the family.

Is it bad I don’t want to be a member of their family unless it’s from marrying Winter?

Wait.

I didn’t just think about that.

“I think my mother has had one too many ‘happy’ cocktails,” Winter whispers, brushing her delectable body against mine.

My heart pounds, thudding in my ears. “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper back.

Her eyes widen a tad, but hallelujah, she nods. “Ok.”

I don’t hold her hand, but I sure fucking want to, as we rush out of the ballroom. We hurry past the enormous Christmas tree in the lobby and out the doors into the frigid air. Her legs can’t keep up with mine, so I scoop her up into my arms. I know exactly where we’re going. Our cabin.

I’m faster than Santa flying across the sky and reach my destination in no time. I set her on her feet and quickly unlock the door.

As soon as we step inside, I kick the door shut with my foot and slam her body against the back of it. “I can’t take it anymore.”

She grabs my tie, yanking me toward her, and our lips crash together, tongues mating. I moan, thrusting my dick against her stomach. My body ignites into a firestorm, going from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.

I grab her wrists, raising them above her head. “Tonight, you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I hover my lips above hers. “Are you sure?”

She blinks. “I think so.”

I trail a hand up her quivering thigh, going underneath her skirt and spreading her legs apart. “It means I’ll take whatever I want tonight. It means I’m in charge.”

She swallows. “Ok.”

I spin her around so her front is against the door and run my hands over her ass, bunching her panties into my fist, yanking the material so it falls away from her skin. She groans as I caress her inner thigh, exploring the crevice there, and back over her ass.

“This ass turns me on,” I say as I grab a handful. “You should be ashamed of yourself for turning me on this much.”

She gasps.

“Should I punish you for turning me on so much I can barely breathe?”

“Yes,” she says.

I thrust my hips against her to keep her in place. “You naughty little thing.” I palm her ass again, wondering how she’d feel if I spanked her, hoping she’ll be into it.

I test it and give her a sharp tap. She moans out the minute my hand contacts her skin.

I massage her right cheek and lean close to her ear. “You like being punished like a naughty girl, don’t you?”

“God, yes. Do it again.”

I love how needy she is for the slap of my hand. She’s perfect for me. I spank her again, harder this time and rub the reddened skin.

“Kane, yes,” she cries out.