Arrogant Brit

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, nuzzling my hair before digging in deep. I cried out as he filled me, his thick shaft stretching my pussy wide as he grabbed onto my tits with both hands and pushed all the way up to his hilt. “I need you, Maddy. No matter what happens, say you’ll stay with me.”

I scrabbled for purchase on the slick edge of the tub as my stepbrother began to thrust in and out of me. Every movement of his hips splashed water onto the tile floor. I could feel waves of it surging up over my back, wetting my hair and crashing over me like Preston was the ocean itself, and I was being swept away by the tide.

I had never felt like this with any man before. And I knew, deep down in my heart, that I never would.

I let myself believe that this could work. I released the fear inside of me and took Preston in deep, finally giving him unfettered access into my soul, my precious core.

“Yes,” I hissed, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he grunted into my ear. “I’ll stay, Preston. I’ll always stay. I promise.”

“Nothing will tear us apart,” he groaned, laying feverish kisses upon my neck as he took me. Before I knew it my orgasm was upon me and I screamed, bucking against him, the water now flowing freely out of the tub as we both undulated in ecstasy. “I swear it, Maddy. I’ll take care of you, always.”

And then my stepbrother was spilling inside of me, filling me to the brim with his seed. I shuddered beneath him, feeling as though we’d made a pact, a bond that couldn’t be broken by anyone, not even our families.

Everything would work out. I was sure of it. We’d run away together, if we had to. Preston had promised me as much.

I turned and kissed his lips, no longer thinking of him as the man who would become my stepbrother, but rather the man who would make my deepest, wildest dreams come true.

Later, I would hate myself for being so damn blind.

Despite all the money I had, all the privilege extended to me by mere virtue of my birthright, it was only now that for the first time in my life, I felt truly powerful.

I had long viewed my status as a billionaire as more of a curse than a blessing. Maybe in some other family it would have been different, but in the Harvey family, I lived in a gilded cage. People always thought that because of my money, I could do anything I wanted. They were sorely mistaken. I could only do what my father would allow. Hell, my mother had died alone as proof of that fact.

For years, I had cowered in his shadow. But now I was defiant. Now I felt like a man. And it was all thanks to Madison Hearst, my soon-to-be stepsister and the love of my life.

I gave her the next day off and invited my father to meet me at my office, where I would break the news to him that I wasn’t his good little soldier boy anymore. It had taken most my life for me to see him for what he really was, but now that I had, there was no turning back. This was do or die. Either my father would back off and let me run the company as I saw fit, or he’d threaten to ruin me and stalk out under the impression that I still gave a fuck. If the former happened, Maddy and I would have to keep our relationship secret, but that wasn’t impossible to do. If my father chose the latter, I’d take everything out of my bank account, dump my vested shares, and she and I would run away together. It really was that simple.

There wasn’t much for us here, anyway. Billions of dollars could give us a fresh start somewhere new. Hell, maybe we could go into business together, a joint venture where she kept me honest and I kept her realistic. Part of me was secretly hoping that was the way things would turn out. There was nothing I wanted more than to throw my father’s misery right back in his face just before I vanished into thin air.

I made myself a cup of coffee while I waited, imagining my gorgeous, half-naked stepsister lounging on my bed and getting a well-deserved break from all this insanity. Whatever happened next, I was rushing right back home to her. I couldn’t stand to be away from her for more than a few hours at a time. Waiting here without her was torture.

Thankfully, I heard the front doors open and close not long after. Oh, thank God. He was finally here.

I made a point not to bring him a mug of coffee as I strode out, smiling as I envisioned the pure rage on his face once he heard my decision. But that smile soon turned to a slack jaw and a frown as I saw who was standing in my foyer instead.

“Jane? What the hell?”

She grinned, tossing her long, auburn hair as she sauntered toward me in her leopard-print kitten heels. “Don’t you ever get tired of greeting me like that?” she asked me, clutching a manila folder in her hand. “A girl could get the idea that you’re not very fond of her.”

“I’m not,” I growled. I didn’t want to leave any room for her to get the impression that I was somehow pleased she was here. “I was expecting my father. Why are you here?”

“Because the senior Mr. Harvey doesn’t need to get his hands dirty,” she said, stopping mere inches from me. She was wearing a very expensive brand of perfume, but on her, it was putrid. “He knows how to delegate. Shall we do this in your office, Preston, or would you rather get into it right here?”

I hated the way she looked at me then. There was a hunger in her eyes, one that made my stomach turn. I snatched the folder out of her hand, knowing damn well that whatever she wanted was detailed in there.

“What the hell is this?” I asked her, flipping it open. “Is he trying to buy me out?”

I choked as I saw the reality of the situation. My eyes widened and a hot ember of rage took flame in my chest. This wasn’t a buyout offer at all.

I looked at Jane, trying not to shake as I asked her, “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“Oh, Preston,” she purred, walking around behind me. “It wasn’t that hard.” She stopped and slid her hands around my waist from behind, trailing her blood red nails down my stomach as she whispered, “Next time you’re fucking your stepsister, maybe don’t leave the balcony doors open. Anyone could just look in and see.”

“And take pictures,” I snapped, whirling on her so fast I almost knocked her down. This was how my father had known about me and Maddy. Jane the hell-bitch had delivered the photographic evidence right into his sleazy hands.

She regained her balance and smirked. “Don’t shoot the messenger, Preston. I just do what I’m told.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sure my father twisted your arm about this,” I sneered, tossing the folder and its contents into her face. “What does he think this is going to accomplish, huh? Does he think that I’ll come crawling back now, begging him not to ruin my future at Harvey Enterprises with these obscene photos? She’s not my stepsister yet, Jane. Nobody going to give a shit if my father—”

“—waits to release them until he and Madison’s mother are legally married?” Jane asked, batting her eyelashes in mock innocence at me. “If he cuts off all your money and then sends these photos to ever single potential employee Madison will ever interview with in her entire life? You really think no one will give a shit that Madison Hearst was fucking her stepbrother?”

I shook my head in disgust and disbelief. “He can’t possibly be serious.”

“Oh, he is,” Jane assured me, grinning from ear to ear. “In fact, he’s willing to throw you completely under the bus, if that’s what it takes. He’ll leak the photos to some tabloid somewhere and watch you go down in flames, if he has to. He might even come out the better for it, denouncing his only son’s perversions and rooting him out from the company.” She stepped on one of the pictures and slid it toward me with the toe of her high heel. “Check your bank accounts, Preston. I’m sure you’ll find that you really are between a rock and a hard place.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly logged in to my personal accounts. Just as Jane said, every single one of them had been frozen. Two of them I couldn’t even log into at all, and the third had a red banner acro

ss the screen that said “pending the results of an investigation.”

“I have cash,” I told her. It wasn’t much, but it was still enough to get me and Maddy the fuck out of here. “Hundreds of thousands. I don’t need billions to start a new life without my father and you.”

“You mean the money you keep in the safe at home?” she asked me, and I felt my insides coil with dread. “Carla was sweet enough to fetch that for us. But don’t be too mad at her, Preston baby. She was very loyal—right up until the point where your father threatened her with deportation. Little Enrique would be so torn up if his mommy had to go back to Venezuela without him.”

I wanted to wring this bitch’s neck. I wanted to watch the life drain out of her eyes as I pressed and pressed until her throat collapsed. I wanted her to suffer through every moment leading to her death. And then I wanted to do the same to my bastard father.