Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

“Isla.”

I jumped and turned from the sink when the door flew open.

“Evan, what the hell are you doing?” I shoved him away as he barreled in like an angry bull.

“Who is that guy?” he demanded.

“Why is it your business?” I countered, trying to make my way past him, but he blocked the door.

“Because I can’t stand to see you with someone like that! You deserve better.”

“Really.”

“Yes –he’s using you for sex, Isla!” Evan hissed.

Now it was time to laugh in his face. “No, that was you. You offered nothing while using me for everything including sex, which you still wanted from me after you proposed to your fiancée out there, so honestly, don’t even try it.”

Evan huffed and puffed, his nostrils flaring. “How long has he been fucking you? Since before I met you at the bar?”

I savored my answer before giving it. “I met him that night.”

Evan stared in shock before growling. “Fuck, Isla, I could’ve given you better cock that night and you know it.” He backed me into the wall, grabbing his package. “You miss it, I know it. You fucking loved it. He might be fuckin’ eight feet tall but I know he can’t make you come the way I do.”

I grabbed his wrists when he tried to lift my skirt. “His fingers make me come harder than your cock ever did,” I seethed.

The air went still as Evan froze, his face purple in an instant, his entire body shaking with a mounting fury. But the second it peaked and exploded with his hands all over my body, I heard the door burst open so hard I was sure it broke right off the hinge.

I didn’t have to look to know it was Abram.

chapter fifteen

I was no longer stunned by Abram’s strength, the things he could do with his body. Feats that would take years of training for others to accomplish came as naturally to him as walking. So I only stood there, panting against the wall as he held Evan to it with a forearm under his chin, utterly still as Evan flailed and fought. I couldn’t hear the words Abram muttered at him but whatever they were, they had sorry pouring from Evan’s lips in an endless flood as he begged to be let go. And finally, he was, slipping twice on his way out the door.

My breaths were shallow as I waited to touch Abram. He stood there in silent, rigid fury for what felt like an eternity.

But the second I reached for him, he jerked me into his body. He crushed a hard kiss onto my lips, exploring my mouth with an urgency so sizzling hot I was moaning even before he spun and bent me over the sink, every inch of his arousal pressed against my panties as he buried his mouth in the back of my neck. He drew a wet, hot line down my skin, driving me so deliriously wild that he had to stifle my pleasured sounds. His hand clamped over my mouth, he reached around to tease my clit through my dress. Watching me through the mirror, he stroked mercilessly, holding me still as I writhed and moaned against his palm, getting wetter with his every whisper of good girl into my neck.

He wanted me in bed but we couldn’t make it home. We were on the road for all of twenty seconds before pulling over.

Leaning me back against the wheel, my dress torn down, Abram’s eyes blazed with lust as I sunk my wet pussy to the base of his cock. He groaned as I cried out, arching my back and letting him take the reigns. Gripping my waist, he slid me up and down his shaft, over his every thick, hot inch till I was stretched perfectly around him. Arching back against the wheel, I circled my hips, letting him hit every wall inside me. It felt so damned good the pleasure overrode any last bit of pain.

“Fuck, Isla.” Abram gnashed his teeth, pushing his hands up my stomach to my breasts, squeezing hard every time my sex rippled around him. “You’re so fucking tight.” His words were deep, guttural, tinged almost with anger. “I knew you’d feel fucking unbelievable,” he inhaled, a furious desire building in his gaze as he watched me ride him. His attention was hot on me. Even when I closed my eyes, rolling my head back to release a moan, I could feel exactly where it was – on my breasts, my neck, between my swollen, red lips. He couldn’t rip his stare from me if he tried and it made me feel so incredibly sexy, so filled with gratitude that I let him have me however he wanted. I let him push me, pull me, suck, lick and nip me. No matter what he did, it felt better than any sensation I’d experienced in my entire life.

“You have no idea, Isla… you have no idea how you drive me fucking crazy.” Abram was in another world, too. I could hear it in his voice as he groaned into my skin, hugging me tight and pressing his lips into the curve of my neck. “I can’t fucking stop it,” he fisted my hair as he rocked into me, “I can’t stop wanting you.”

“Don’t,” I breathed, both excited and scared of the feeling taking over my body. There weren’t enough muscles in my body to absorb this kind of pleasure. His seat reclined, Abram lifted me by the waist and pumped his hips up into me, slamming his cock deep into my pussy with every savage thrust. I was in ecstasy. Every time I was sure I’d reached my peak, I surged higher, to a place that would certainly shatter me to pieces when I finally fell.

“Look at me, Isla.” Abram demanded when I let my head roll back. “Look at me when I make you come.”

His carnal words did me in. I returned my eyes to his, erupting the second our gazes locked, shaking against his chest with every violent wave of pleasure. My fingers thrust in his hair, he roared to a release of his own. Squeezed to his chest, I absorbed his every aftershock, his every twitch as we both came down, foreheads pressed together as we breathed hard. I floated on a cloud as he whispered again that I was fucking beautiful. It felt too good to be real. And maybe it wasn’t. On the drive home, I fell asleep but could’ve sworn I felt Abram’s hand brushing back my hair. I could’ve sworn that I could feel the true affection in his touch when, at a red light, he kissed the scar on my forehead. But that would’ve been too damned good so maybe that part was just a dream.

chapter sixteen

Abram wasn’t in his bed when I awoke in it the next morning. But when I ambled downstairs, one of his handlers directed me to the kitchen, where I saw a buffet of poached eggs, smoked salmon and capers. Next to it, a platter of croissants, berries and crème fraiche. I wanted to take a picture of it all and send it to Rhode, but then I remembered that Abram didn’t fraternize with employees. Whatever he and I were doing, it was probably to remain a secret.

So I had one serving each of savory and sweet and took the elevator down to my suite, prepared to apologize to Rhode for disappearing yesterday. But I wound up finding her on the linen sectional, entwined with a model-looking guy wearing just a pair of briefs. I held in a laugh as she popped up to bring me into the kitchen, giggling through her explanation of who he was – an Italian underwear model who won her heart at XIII last night, despite being a terrible dancer and speaking no words of English. Clearly, crazier things happened around here than a girl bailing on her roommate for a day.

“So what did you do yesterday, bub?” Rhode asked as she made us coffee. I bit my lip as I sat there watching her. Oh… nothing. Nearly had sex with Abram Lenox in a public restroom but we ended up waiting till the car and he blew my fucking mind and now I’m wondering if I ever actually had a real orgasm until last night. I groaned inwardly. I wanted so badly to spill but I knew I shouldn’t so instead, I shrugged and said, “You know. Just errands.”