MY BULLY STEPBROTHER!!! 2.
The smart move would be telling him to stop. Throwing him out and pretending this never happened. Instead I watch his hands work his belt buckle and feel my pulse pound between my legs.
"On the bed." It's not a request.
"I don't take orders from you."
He laughs, low and dark. "You just came screaming my name with my fingers inside you. I think we're past pretending you don't want this."
He's right and I hate him for it. But I move to the bed anyway, sitting on the edge, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head. His body is unfairly perfect -lean muscle, defined abs, that V-cut disappearing into his jeans. I've imagined this so many times but the reality is worse because now I can't pretend it's just a fantasy.
"Lie back " I do it. I don't know why. Mayb
