Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire (Taboo First Time Billionaire Stepbrother Romance) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  About This Book

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  About Stephanie Brother

  Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby

  Contents:

  Copyright

  About This Book

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  About Stephanie Brother

  Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby (excerpt)

  Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire

  (Taboo First Time Billionaire Stepbrother Romance)

  Stephanie Brother

  © 2015 Stephanie Brother

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  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  I have dreamt of this moment for most of my adult life. I was never the prettiest or the most popular, or even the cleverest girl at school, I was always just Cass, the one on the outside looking in. Never the Prom Queen or the Fairy Princess, just the one that slipped by without being noticed. I never thought I'd be here doing this.

  There is an urgency that descends upon us like a desperate hunger. I can feel it burning inside me and I don't know how much longer I can resist before it takes me over. I want to claim it before it passes me by. I want him before he changes his mind. Before I change mine.

  Fuck the immoral. Fuck the taboo. Felix and I aren't related to each other. If we'd got together before our parents did, nobody would bat an eyelid.

  "Take me to your bedroom", I whisper insistently into his ear. "Now."

  This feels wrong, only because we are stepsister and stepbrother. It makes my heart pound in my chest when we ascend the stairwell to the rooms, several eyes upon us. I imagine the conversations people have in our wake. They go like this:

  "Such a wonderful family", "taking her to her room, how sweet", "their parents would be so proud."

  What they don't see is the erection hardening quickly below Felix's trousers, nor the desire and need I carry for him, exploding out below the surface of my skin.

  In the corridor outside his room, we wait patiently for a couple to pass us by, the hands that only moments before were exploring him, hidden quickly out of sight to the side, now trembling at the thought of what awaits us.

  When we are alone again, the rest of the guests either already in bed or still downstairs, we hurry through the door and into his chamber. Felix shuts the door quickly behind us and leans against it momentarily, his heart pounding.

  I'm suddenly afraid. What if someone knows? What if someone catches us? What if I can never give him up?

  Felix bites his lip. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, he winks at me, and then he comes over. A cat ready to pounce on its prey.

  I back away waving my finger, wanting him to earn me. He knows the game, lets me fight him off a few times and then grabs me round the waist with one of his huge arms and pulls me into him. He wrestles me to the bed, trapping me against the soft cotton duvet. He goes to kiss me, but I don't let him. As he moves in, I twist my head to the side. Undeterred, he tries again, only for me to move to the other side. We're both laughing now, teasing ourselves.

  "Fine", he says, mock offended. "If you don't want me to-"

  He tries to pull away, but this time I won't let him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down into me so I can feel the heat of his crotch against mine.

  "No, wait", I say. "Kiss me."

  He grabs hold of my hair to make sure I don't move, leans in, tilts my lips towards him and kisses me deeply. I run my hands through his hair and pull him towards me, desperate for the moment to last forever. Our tongues fight for a while against one another, until his proves too strong and I take it into my mouth, sucking the thick, sweet tip like a lollipop. He bites my lower lip, and then I bite his, and then he moves away from my mouth altogether to explore the sensitivity of the soft tissue around my neck, and the delicate structure of the bones of my clavicle.

  He bites me hard around the muscle that runs along the left hand side of my neck and it turns me on so much I have to pull him back to do it again. My body is tingling, and trembling so much from excitement Felix asks me whether I'm cold. Every time his mouth moves towards the sensitive skin around the bones of my shoulder, or lower, towards the line of my dress and the forbidden skin underneath that forms the beginning of my breasts, I get a shooting wave of pleasure cascading up and down my spine, that turns somersaults in my stomach and makes my pussy tingle. I feel as fragile as glass. I feel like I might explode into a million pieces if he continues, but I know there is no way I want him to stop.

  I let my hand slide along his thigh, tug eagerly at the tucked in shirt, and make a big enough hole through which it can disappear and explore the taut skin on the other side. I run my hand across his belly and then up towards his chest, his muscles perfectly firm and well defined. When I find his nipple, my finger tracing a circle first of all through the thin hair that surrounds it, I can't help but squeal in delight. I tease it and then pull at it and then immediately want him to do the same to me.

  Felix has his hand in the hole on my dress, his fingers exploring the soft tissue of my thigh. The hole is placed in such a way and his fingers are of such a length, that he can just about reach the edge of my panties. As he kisses the exposed skin at the top of my dress, he tries to lift my panties and slide his fingers underneath the fabric. I let him do this for a while just to tease him. I love him having his hand there, but what I like more is knowing that in this way, he'll never quite be able to reach what he wants. I want to make him understand what the last three years have been like for me, reaching in from the outside, desperate to touch something I can't quite get to. When I've had my fun, and the desire to have him actually touching my pussy, holding me open with his slender fingers and pushing one inside me, I fight my way out from underneath him, roll over and put myself on top.

  I pull at his shirt and practically tear it off trying to get it away from him. Felix takes over and a second later it's in a crumpled pile on the floor. For a moment, I have to just appreciate him. He has one of the most incredible bodies I've ever seen. He's muscular and well defined, but his body and muscle tone is more like a swimmers than a body builders. He's naturally strong, with thick arms and a barrel chest and a distribution of hair that makes him look meticulously crafted. There are indents in his lower abdomen that lead towards his trousers, which I can't help but admire much more closely now, with the tips of my fingers.

  "I never thought", I say, the words catching a little in my throat. "That we'd be here, doing this."

  I dance my fingers towards his belt buckle, begin to open it.

  "I always wanted you", Felix says.
"Jesus Cass, I wanted you from the moment I saw you."

  Pop, the first button goes. Loose enough to slide my hand in the top, I do so. Between his boxer shorts and his trousers, I feel his thick cock, hard like tempered steel. He moans lightly as I tickle my fingers across it. I find his balls, and then I work my way up to the tip, squeezing him tightly as I go. I want to bite him. I want to pull him out and and put him inside my mouth. Inside my pussy.

  I rip the rest of the buttons open and then I pull his trousers down to his ankles. Felix kicks them off.

  "Take it off", he says, meaning my dress.

  "I will", I agree, but I want him first.

  I can almost see his crown through the thin cotton fabric. It's pressing against the whiteness, a patch of pre-cum darkening the material.

  "I'm a virgin", I say, my hand hovering. "I waited for you."

  I can't wait any longer. I'm done waiting. I've waited so long I'm about to fuck my stepbrother. Of all the forbidden relationships, this is number one. This is the one we can't tell anyone about. This is the one we will have to always keep a secret. And then because of that, not in spite of that, it makes me feel so incredibly turned on. With my hands under the waistband of his boxer shorts, Felix prostrate on the bed before me - a situation I have conjured up in my mind's eye a million times before - I finally reveal him to me.

  Much like the rest of his body, his cock is incredible. It is thick at the base, uncut at the top, perfectly formed, solid, responsive and throbbing so desperately I can do nothing else but descend upon it like a hungry whore. I take him in my hands, wank him a little and then move my mouth towards his tip, eager to have him inside me. I gorge myself on his meat, sucking him both gently and hard adjusting my approach to the moans my different movements generate in him, lick up and down his shaft, take his balls into my mouth and roll my tongue underneath his foreskin. I pull his glans back, dip my tongue into his hole and then take him into my mouth as deeply as I am able. I suck hard, swallow his thickness into me and only break to gulp down air. Felix pulls me into him, hungry to please me while I do the same to him, but I don't let him. This moment is mine, and I'm going to allow myself to enjoy it.

  Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire

  (Taboo First Time Billionaire Stepbrother Romance)

  Stephanie Brother

  Prologue

  This was never meant to happen. None of this. The break-up, the thousand mile move, the wedding. The ass-hole alpha male and the mind blowing, incredible sex. Especially that part. Fuck. If I could start at the beginning again we could avoid all of this, but then if I started all over, I wouldn't have him.

  Chapter 1

  I see it before it hits me, but there is nothing I can do to avoid it.

  "Boom", Felix yells excitedly, as the snowball explodes on my chest, goosing white shards of ice cold snow up into my face. My breath is forced away momentarily by the shock, and I haven't even got time to recover before another one hits the back of my head, all but knocking me to the ground. I brace myself for a third hit, but thankfully it doesn't come.

  When I've made sure I'm safe, I slowly straighten back up, just in time to see Felix and two of his friends disappear off into the distance, a crowd already gathered round, pointing and laughing at me.

  "Ass-holes", I shout after them, but it's obviously far too late for them to hear it. My books are sticking out of the snow like gravestones. I slowly gather them up, and with cold hands, continue on my way to the bus stop.

  I never wanted to come here in the first place. Where I grew up, it doesn't snow. It's hot and dry, and easy to get out of bed in the morning. Mom came here after she split up with my dad, trying to get as far away from him as humanly possible, and because I had no money and no other choice, I had to come with her too.

  The city isn't too bad, but the University sucks. I don't mind the classes, I don't even mind the teachers, it's the fact that he's here I can't stand. Felix. The biggest a-hole in the state. My soon to be step-brother.

  The bus is so full of mushed up snow I nearly slip over trying to get to a seat and have to kind of shuffle along until I reach it. It takes twice as long to get home because of an accident on the route through town, and when I finally get there, it's already gone dark.

  "You've got snow in your hair, Cass", my Mom says, after I've slammed my books down on the table, looked in the fridge for something to eat and slumped down in front of her. My Mom doesn't work now, because since meeting Eric, she hasn't needed to. She spends the day with her personal trainer doing yoga, getting ready for the big day. "What happened?"

  "You need to tell him", I say.

  "Tell who, what?" Mom asks.

  "I don't know whether he does it because it's me, or because of you or whether it's just because he's always hated me."

  "Who hates you, darling?", Mom asks.

  She's changed since she met him. She's nothing like she used to be. I mean she's happy now, of course, which is great, but she's definitely changed. "It doesn't matter", I say, rolling my eyes.

  Mum sips her orange juice, or carrot juice, or whatever juice it is that she's decided she should be drinking today.

  "Have you been on a tanning bed, Mom?" I ask, changing the subject. Her skin is much much orange than it usually is. It's so orange, she's practically glowing.

  Mom smiles, flashing me her newly whitened teeth. "I look good don't I?" she says, breathing her stomach in. "That's ten pounds I've lost this week. Ten whole pounds."

  She does a spin to show me. To be fair, she does look good. A little artificial around the edges, but still pretty good. I look at my cracked nails and quickly take my hands off the counter.

  "I've got news", Mom says excitedly.

  "Go on", I say, skeptically. Mom's news is almost always something I don't want to hear.

  "We'll, we only decided it today, and I was going to wait until we were all together to tell you, but I just couldn't wait-"

  "Mom!" I say, impatiently cutting her off. "What is it?"

  "We're moving", she says.

  "What? To where?"

  This is not what I want to hear. I've done moving.

  "Eric and I have decided that it makes sense, you know, seeing as we're getting married anyway, to have the family all in one place as soon as possible. You, me, Eric and Felix."

  I nearly choke on the orange I'm eating. "No way", I say. "That is not happening."

  "Honey, it makes no sense for us to have two houses. We are paying way more than we can afford on rent anyway."

  "He's paying for a start", I correct her, "and he's a billionaire", I say. "It's not like he can't afford it."

  "You'll both be better situated for school", Mom continues, having completely ignored me.

  "University Mom, I'm twenty one remember. And why does being closer matter anyway. I can take the bus from here."

  "You hate the bus."

  ‘Mom, please", I say. "Felix hates me. He's the one who covered me in snow earlier."

  "All the more reason to move in together", Mom says. "It's exactly what we all need to be a family again. And you need to be nicer to your brother."

  The word sends shivers down my spine.

  "He's not my brother, please don't say that. And he's the one who needs to learn to be nicer to me."

  "He's had just as hard a time as us remember, probably even harder in fact. His mother died remember."

  ‘Isn't that what you wish happened to Dad?" I say, immediately regretting it when I see her reaction. "Sorry Mom', I say quickly. "Look, I didn't mean it, ok? It's just." I sigh, resigned to it. "When do you want to move?"

  "By the end of the month", Mom says. "Maybe even sooner."

  I know I can't really blame Mom for ruining my life, but if she hadn't have met Eric, Felix and I might have had a chance together. A slim chance, but a chance nonetheless. It's typical that the one boy I can't seem to get out of my head, I'm not allowed to have in it.

  We moved here three years ago, halfway
through my fresher's year. My dad is an ass-hole, plain and simple. The kind of man who you'd wait around for all day to turn up, and then whenever he finally arrived you couldn't wait to get rid of him. Mom got married young, I came along by accident, and the two of them thought they could make it work. They couldn't. It took her practically all of my life until I became an adult for her to pluck up the courage and ask him for a divorce, and a year in and out of the courts to have it granted. Dad was the kind of person that solved his problems with a drink and settled his arguments with a fist. He never laid a hand on me, and for a long time it was Mom I blamed for tearing us all apart. When I got old enough to see the badly covered up bruises she had on her face, and the marks he left on the rest of her body, I finally knew better.

  Mom had scraped enough from two jobs to get me into University to study English, and had just about enough money to get us on the plane here when everything went tits up. She managed to get me a place back at University too, organising to defer the payments for a year until she was back on her feet. Eric takes care of that now.

  It took me a while to adjust. I was pretty much turned off men because of my dad, so I didn't leave a boyfriend in the south, but I did leave a group of close friends, and a whole world I'd spent a hell of a long time setting up for myself. I definitely wasn't ready to change that for the cold of the north, but like I said already, I didn't have a choice. Mom was coming this way, and there was no way I was going to leave her. She needed me, and I wasn't ready to go it alone.

  When I first saw him, I knew I'd made the right decision. He was like a ray of sunshine in a world darkened at the edges. Of course he didn't pay any attention to me. Not Felix. I mean, why would he? The Prom King. The captain of the football team. The alpha-male, ass-hole. I wasn't ever on his radar. With my stupid southern accent, my freckles, my straw colored hair and bright blue eyes. There was no way we were ever going to get together, no matter how much I lusted after him, no matter how much I knew I should stay away from men like him, no matter how much I willed it to happen day after stupid day.