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  Still, it was difficult to overcome the indoctrination of her generation when it came to using protection. Finally, she nodded her acceptance, tempted by the idea of his skin inside her without any barriers as they made love.

  No, fucked, she corrected herself as Knox knelt between her thighs and surged inside her with one hard, deep thrust. Still, even though his motions were rough and fast, pressing her hard into the bed, she could see the tender emotions in his eyes, and she didn’t feel used as he continued to pound into her. All she felt was overly filled, and completely satisfied, especially as his cockhead dragged against her g-spot and elicited another orgasm from her.

  He certainly had stamina, and she clung to him as he continued to thrust into her for a longer time than any man before him. By the time his cock hardened inside her even further, almost to the point of painful, yet another orgasm swept over her. He came inside her with a twitching motion, and his warm seed filled her channel. She’d never felt anything like it before and was thrilled she hadn’t insisted on a condom. “So amazing,” she managed to moan.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” He seemed temporarily robbed of the ability to speak as well, and that was an unusual turn of events, considering he was normally composed, poised, and in control.

  Afterward, his motions were tender as he untied her hands, and she wrapped her arms around him, anchoring Knox against her. Claire pressed a tender kiss to his chest above his nipple and burrowed against his hot skin, slick with sweat. “Now what, Knox?”

  “More of the same, Claire. I’ll never get enough of you, and I hope you’ll never get enough of me.”

  She tilted her chin to be able to look at him. “So I actually have a choice in the matter? If I decide I’m not into this relationship, I can end things?”

  He nodded, sighing wearily. “Of course you can end things, Claire. I’m obsessed with you, but I don’t expect you to be obsessed with me. I hope at some point you feel the same way, and maybe you’ll need me as much as I need you someday, but if that isn’t how it works out, I won’t regret what time we had together now.”

  Her eyes stung, and she blinked to avoid crying. “Knox, don’t you know yet how I feel about you?”

  The open vulnerability in his expression, coupled with his obvious confusion, made her want to hold and rock him in a soothing motion. It was a strange way to feel about the man she had just allowed to ravish her so completely. Now she wanted to nurture him.

  “I love you, Knox. I have since I was fifteen. It was definitely more of a crush back then, but since you came back home, you’re all I think about. Do you think I leave my wet panties on anyone else’s bed?” she asked with a teasing grin.

  He scowled, transforming back into the ferocious, confident ex-soldier with whom she was more familiar. “You damn well better not.” His hand went between her thighs to cup her pussy, and he squeezed gently, the motion providing friction that made her arch against him even though she was exhausted and had thought she was completely sated. “This pussy is mine, and anything that touches it is too. Your underwear belongs to me. Hell, your every orgasm belongs to me.”

  Why was it such a turn-on to have him stake his claim so aggressively? She wasn’t a weak woman, and she had never felt the need to have a man guide her. Still, there was something amazing, and arousing, about being the object of Knox’s dark obsession and forceful edicts. She loved knowing he considered her body his, because she felt exactly the same way about his.

  Adopting a similar tone to his, she took his rapidly hardening cock in her hands, pumping gently. “And this dick is mine, agreed? If it goes straying to anyone else, we’re through. So it better not, because if our relationship ends, he comes with me.”

  For a moment, Knox looked shocked, and then he threw back his head and laughed. “Baby, you have no fear in that department. Other than a few women over the years, who all turned to you with the lights off, my main companion has been my own hand for the past seven years. Thoughts of you have crowded my head, and only you would do. I’ve had a few quick fucks that took the edge off, but did nothing to soothe the need inside. I’m never going to look at another woman again with desire, especially not after having had you.”

  She nodded, satisfied by his sincerity and having no reason to doubt him. “Now that that’s settled, how are we going to tell our folks?”

  A hint of uncertainty flickered through his eyes, and then he shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll just tell them openly and honestly we’re together. They probably won’t be thrilled, but I’m not going to let it break us. Are you?”

  She shook her head. “I’d love to have their approval, but I don’t need it. All I need is you, and maybe another ride on that amazing dick of yours.”

  His expression was tender when he pressed a sweet kiss to her mouth. Knox lifted her into his arms, sitting her on his stomach so she straddled him. “Before tonight, I didn’t think I was the kind of guy who could make love, Claire, but I want to learn how. Will you show me how to love you, not just fuck you?”

  His words moved her, and she laid down on him, holding him close. Claire pressed kisses to his mouth that gradually deepened in intensity, and their hands wandered slowly and sensually, exploring each other. When they were both ready, she reached between them to grasp his cock and bring it to her pussy.

  She was slick and ready for him inside her. She guided him to take her gently as she controlled the pace. Fucking him had been amazing, the culmination of every dirty fantasy she’d ever had, but making love with him was the ultimate bliss. She lost track of time as they moved together, in no rush, with the rest of their lives to explore and experiment.

  REVENGE

  A Stepbrother Romance

  By

  Stephanie Brother

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  His father's new husband ripped apart Declan's family and left his mother suicidal.

  Declan wants to destroy the billionaire's happy family in return, and the key to revenge is Ambrose's sweet daughter.

  He plans to seduce the innocent Lia, break her down, and use her to humiliate her father.

  Determined to succeed, he will allow nothing to distract him, not even an unwanted attraction to his new stepsister.

  1

  Declan

  Why had I come to this farce? There were way too many smarmy rich people in their fancy suits for my tastes. Despite my upper middleclass upbringing, give me a nightclub or even a seedy bar over a sparkling Sonoma Valley wedding at the country club in the afternoon.

  A quick glimpse of my dad and my new stepdad reminded me, and I grimaced at the sight. No, I wasn’t a homophobe. I couldn’t care less whose dick went where, but you’d better bet I fucking care when that dick-swapping leads to the breakup of my parents’ marriage and my mother weeping on the bathroom floor.

  Remembering the sight of my mother with that razor in her hand, the first few hesitation marks causing blood to well and soak the white cuff of her blouse, soured the taste of the expensive champagne in my mouth. Still, I swallowed the rest of the glass, because it was there, and I liked thinking it was another debit on the debt Tom Ambrose owed my mom.

  My dad was dancing close to his new husband, and they looked like fucking honeymooners, all dewy-eyed and fresh, instead of the forty-somethings they really were. I’d never seen him dance like that with my mom, but their marriage had been sound. She had relied on him until the unthinkable, when Tom dragged him out of the closet he’d sheltered in for decades.

  I wanted to be happy for my dad, who was finally acknowledging an important side of himself. If it had been any of my friends who came out, I’d have supported them. I was all for embracing your sexuality, but not at the cost of your family. His confession and abandonment almost drove my mother to suicide. If I hadn’t walked in at just the right moment…

  I shuddered slightly as I again recalled my mother bleeding on the bathroom floor. She had allowed me to bandage it up as she stared at me impassively. My suggestion of a docto
r had been soundly rejected, along with the reminder of the gossip she had already endured, and extrication of a promise that I wouldn’t mention it to anyone.

  That hadn’t been the only promise she’d tried to get from me that day.

  “Declan, my sweet boy.” She had caressed my cheek like she used to when I was little and had trouble falling asleep. “He’s taken everything except you, but losing you would kill him. Promise me you’ll cut him out of your life.”

  I couldn’t make that promise, because I still loved my dad. Mike Mulvaney had been there for me—tossing the ball around, helping with homework, coaching my Little League team, and coming to my band’s first performance when we still really sucked. We still kind of sucked now, but not to the same level of suckitude.

  Instead, I promised her something more important: Revenge. Tom had destroyed Mom’s life, and he’d fucked with mine on a basic level too. Before then, I hadn’t lived at home for three years, but I’d been the one left to pick up the pieces for my emotionally fragile mother. My dad deserved his share of hurt, but I knew who was really to blame for seducing him away from his old life and into this new one.

  The question was how to make it happen. With that goal in mind, I followed Tom with my gaze for the rest of the afternoon reception. It soon became obvious that next to my dad, there was one other person who seemed to mean the world to ol’ Stepdad. His daughter.

  I watched with contempt as he danced with the pretty young thing—and I had to admit she was gorgeous in an innocent girl-next-door kind of way that wasn’t my usual taste at all—cupping her cheek and patting her long blonde curls as they laughed and spoke with evident affection. She was his Achilles’ heel.

  Lia Ambrose, my new stepsister and the apple of her daddy’s eye, was the key to my revenge.

  As I continued to drink the expensive champagne and made only a token effort to mingle, my brain whirred with tactics. Before the reception ended, I had a plan firmly in mind for ruining Lia and breaking Tom’s heart.

  When they toasted the couple at the end of the evening, before my dad and hers were due to slip out, I lifted my glass and called out, “To success,” before downing the glass. She looked briefly puzzled, but sipped politely, as did the other guests. They probably thought I meant to a successful marriage. Idiots.

  I put the first stage of my plan in motion before my dad could leave. I cornered him, along with Tom, as they were edging toward the double doors that led from the ballroom at the country club. “Hey, Dad, got a minute?”

  “Sure, son.” He looked tentative, as though he didn’t know what kind of reaction to expect.

  That was fair enough, since I hadn’t spoken to him at all for months after his revelation and had only agreed to come to the wedding when he’d practically begged me to—and when I’d realized it would help me find the most efficient method of revenge.

  Tom glanced at his watch and gave me a friendly smile. “What good is it owning the jet if you can’t delay takeoff a few minutes for your son, right?”

  When he clapped a hand on my shoulder, I had to restrain the urge to shrug it off and punch him. Somehow, I managed a sickly smile and nod of my head before turning back to Dad. “Would it be okay if I crash at your place for a while? Mom is…” I trailed off, letting him fill in the blanks with whatever shit his mind conjured to justify his actions. “I could use a break from her, and I gave up my apartment after…” Once again, I trailed off, cutting my gaze briefly to Tom.

  Dad looked at Tom. “Do you mind, hon?”

  Tom shook his head. “Of course not.” He lifted his hand, and the princess appeared a moment later, as though he had summoned her by some silent means. I’d think perhaps a dog whistle, but there was nothing homely about my new stepsister. “Lia, love, your brother is going to be staying with us for a while. Could you please get him settled in the guesthouse?”

  She cast me an uncertain look, and it raised my hackles. Did she think I was going to make off with the silver? I’d have to start by prying out the spoon wedged firmly in her mouth. “If it’s not too much trouble, sis?” I couldn’t resist the hint of mocking, though it wouldn’t further my agenda.

  “Of course not, but wouldn’t you prefer a suite in the house?”

  “A young man surely wants his privacy, Lia.” Tom and Mike shared a knowing glance and a chuckle as they clearly shared the same thought about my sex life.

  It took Princess another second to realize her dad’s subtle meaning, and I barely bit back a snicker at the way her cheeks bloomed with color. Exactly how innocent was Lia Ambrose?

  I intended to find out and ruin every last vestige of that innocence. It would be my parting gift to Tom Ambrose.

  2

  Lia

  He walked too close to me, but I couldn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t mean to hog all my personal space and have his body brushing mine with every other step. Or maybe he was trying to annoy me, which was working.

  If only it was just annoyance, I felt when Declan Mulvaney barely touched me. He was way too sexy for my own good, with his bad boy thing, including the requisite overly long dark hair, flashing blue eyes, and taut six-pack. Okay, I didn’t know if he actually had a six-pack under the oxford shirt he’d worn for the ceremony and reception, but it was a safe bet. Men like him always had that kind of body.

  And he was a musician. It was like he’d been made to order to fulfill all my naughtiest fantasies. What’s a good girl supposed to do except fantasize about the bad boy who seduces her? I’d spent way too long just imagining instead of doing, thanks to my own choices.

  The harsh truth was I needed to get laid. Only at twenty, it was kind of awkward still being a virgin. And horny. It was embarrassing how often I thought about cock. Craved it, dreamed about it, and wrote about it in my pathetic virgin’s diary. Despite all that, I was no closer to getting the V-card punched than I had been in high school or the first two years of college.

  Sex on legs with the added baggage of being my new stepbrother was the last thing I needed. I mean I’d love a go at him. What woman wouldn’t? But it would be too awkward, what with him living with us for a while, and his dad having just married mine.

  It was definitely a good idea that my dad had suggested the guesthouse. I could park him here, assign a couple of members of the staff to cater to his needs, and basically forget about my sexy new stepbrother. Right?

  “You’re so quiet, Lia.”

  I jumped at the sound of his voice, which was deeper than it should be for a guy in his early twenties who didn’t smoke. I guessed it was his musician’s voice. It sent all kinds of chills up my spine and moistened my panties. “I…huh…what?” You’d never believe I had won a state forensics competition, would you?

  “Are you always so quiet?”

  I shrugged. “Depends, I guess.” In an attempt to distract him from me, I pushed open the entry door to the guesthouse with too much gusto, and it slammed against the stopper, making a pinging sound. “Well, here you are.”

  “You aren’t going to show me around?”

  “It’s only a few rooms…” I trailed off, knowing I was being rude. Years of ingrained manners warred with common sense that urged me to get away right now. Manners won, dang my stupid upper-class upbringing, complete with a British nanny. “Yeah, okay.”

  With a deep breath, I crossed the threshold, and he didn’t move any farther away. At least he didn’t come closer, but he was still in my bubble, and I didn’t like it. Or maybe I just liked it too much.

  I led him through the bottom floor of the guesthouse, pausing at the staircase. “There are two suites upstairs, and you can decide for yourself which you’d like. The pool is just a few steps out the backdoor, and there are swim clothes in the cabana if you need to use some. Dad likes to keep a supply on hand for guests. No one’s worn them or anything, because that would be gross. I think the maid donates them to charity or something after the guests use them.”

  I was a babbling moron.
He didn’t care about the swimwear, and his smirk showed it. I started shuffling around him, intent on reaching the front door. The only problem was he matched my every step, always keeping his body between me and the exit.

  I thought he was trying to intimidate me, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t frightened of him. My own reactions were a lot scarier, and I wasn’t sure how to cope. “I, well, okay…good night.”

  Thinking boldness would work, I attempted to step around him, but his arm shot out and caught hold of my wrist, arresting me in my path. I stared at him with confusion. “Do you need something?”

  A strange expression flitted across his face, and his eyes took on a coldness that made me shiver. When he blinked, he looked completely normal, and I guessed I must have imagined that. “Just some company and conversation.”

  “I’m really tired. It’s been a long day—”

  Ignoring my protest and attempts at token resistance, Declan stepped closer and slung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his solid frame. Yeah, there had to be a six-pack under that cotton shirt. My mouth watered, and I swallowed quickly to keep from turning into a drooling, blathering idiot. I think I might have missed the opportunity to avoid the second impression already.

  He led me into the living room, pulling me down onto the overstuffed sofa beside him. At least he removed his arm from my shoulders, but having the length of his thigh pressed against mine wasn’t doing anything to calm my raging hormones or restore equilibrium.

  “What do you do in this mausoleum all day?” With no regard for the furniture, he propped his shoes on the large coffee table.

  I didn’t admonish him, because it was rude and I didn’t want to seem like an embodiment of Miss Manners. “I go to school.”