Blood Brothers: A Dark BBW Dom Billionaire Stepbrother Menage Serial (Stepbrother Billionaire Games Book 2) (3 page)

The thought gives me fresh enthusiasm for the task he’s ordered me to commit. I lick more eagerly, delving deep between the folds of her pussy to taste her juices. She is a little bitter, a little sweet. For some reason I’m thinking of vanilla lattes as I seek out her tight, damp hole.

Leanne holds me tighter. She pushes me against her pussy, and the wiry hairs on her pubis scrape against my nose.

I’ve never pleasured a woman before, yet here I am.

There really is a first time for everything.

I lick with longer strokes, deeper strokes. It feels strange to acquaint myself with another woman’s pussy. When I’m fingering this kind of soft, pink skin, I’m used to feeling it on both ends, both as the owner of the fingers and of the cunt. I know what feels good and can adjust the pressure to make it feel just right.

The only feedback I have now is her quickening breath and her fingers fisting in my hair.

In the mirror, I see myself on my knees between Leanne’s legs. She’s clutching one of the dresses in her other fist. She’s glaring at me, teeth clenched, puffing through her nose like a bull as she ruts with my face.

“Stop,” Galen says.

And I do.

Leanne gives him a look. I think she wants to yell at him. She’s drenched between the legs—as drenched as I am—and she must be aching pretty hard for satisfaction.

But Galen is powerful. His money is infinite.

He says stop, and nobody is going to argue with him.

“Compose yourself and get out of here,” he says to Leanne with obvious disgust.

“Thank you,” she replies. Her tone is cool and professional. Her taste lingers on my lips, my arms sore from being locked behind my back in such an awkward position.

Leanne smooths her hair behind her ears and leaves.

Just like that.

What power it is to have money. People know that they will be used by the men in power who have it, yet they still throw themselves to the floor and beg for that abuse.

More than that, they will be grateful for the opportunity to be stepped upon.

The tip of my nose is damp. The breeze makes it feel cold when Leanne steps through the curtains.

I’m alone with Galen, just the two of us in a changing room with so many mirrors.

And he looks furious.

***

Galen

What’s wrong with this woman?

I could see the hesitance in Eliza when I told her to pleasure the sales clerk, but she did it anyway.

That should have made her refuse me.

She should have said no.

But she didn’t.

She’s still kneeling on the raised platform at the center of the changing rooms, arms straining as she keeps her clasped hands behind her. And she’s watching me with those big fucking doe eyes that look a lot more innocent than they should.

There’s a vulnerable, fragile woman inside of this shell, and somehow, someone has convinced her that she deserves to be treated like trash.

It’s disgusting.

The idea of it makes me want to kill someone.

And if I ever find the person who made her feel that way…

I throw the nearest dress at her. “Put it on,” I command.

She hurries to do what I’ve instructed, shimmying those incredible hips into an outfit that’s obviously a little too tight to contain every delicious inch of her body. The way that she bounces as she tries to get into it makes her breasts jiggle in the most appealing way.

It reminds me of how she looked while I’d been fucking her the night before.

It makes me think of how hard I’m going to fuck her today.

She rolls the black material up her chest and tries to thread her arms in. The movements should be awkward, graceless, but it mostly just thrusts her chest forward and twists her body in a way that makes me itch to grab her.

Doesn’t she have any fucking clue how hot she is?

I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard before. Not in my entire life. It’s painful, the way my dick strains against my slacks. There’s no way to hide it, either.

I’ve gotta stand up. She looks at me in a way that is both frightened and trusting when I rise to my full height. Eliza’s eyes drop to my slacks, drinking in the outline of my cock. She’s tried so hard to pull the small dress up over her breasts that it’s ridden all the way up her thighs to reveal the bottom curves of her ass.

We don’t have a lot of time. My brother, Braden, arranged for us to fly out of the country in just a couple of hours. I don’t have to go through any security checkpoints to reach our private jet, of course. I own the fucking airport. I could make the plane wait. But Braden will take it as a victory if I make us late to the meeting, and I’m not going to let him have one goddamn inch.

So I shouldn’t be stalking toward Eliza, thinking about how much I want to shove my cock in her mouth, between those sweet tits, into her dripping pussy.

I shouldn’t think about how I want to taste that other woman on her lips.

We’ve got business to do.

Games to win.

I clench my fist in the back of the dress. It won’t quite close over her spine. She’s too much woman for a dress this size, and it makes me happy to see that. I’d never settle for a woman who’s any less. I’ve had enough skinny bitches in my time. They never satisfied.

She satisfies me. Eliza also makes me hunger for more.

I am an ouroboros, feasting endlessly, always filled, always wanting a few more inches.

I will have her.

With my grip on her dress, I bend yank her against me. She sucks in a gasp and falls against my chest.

My cock grinds against her hip.

“You liked that,” I accuse her. “You wanted to go down on Leanne the moment you saw her, you dirty fucking slut. You’re such a little cocktease.”

Her eyelashes flutter. She can’t even catch her breath. “I want…” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and it’s the most interesting thing I’ve seen in my life. I gaze at the movement. She’s magnetic.

“What do you want?” I growl. “You want Leanne to come back? You want her to ride your face?” My thumb swipes down the tip of her nose to the dimple in her chin, wiping off the remnants of the woman’s juices.

Eliza’s throat works as she swallows.

She speaks so quietly I can’t hear her.

So much humility. The perfect submissive.

It disgusts me that she could think that she deserves to be so small. Fucking
sickening
.

That disgust comes out in the way I shake her, squeezing her tightly against me. “Speak louder.”

“I want to please you,” she says.

It’s enough to make my dick even harder and my heart skip a beat.

My lips crash over hers.

I knew she’d taste like another woman’s pussy. But the flavor’s mingled with her saliva, marking Leanne with Eliza’s brand. It’s fucking delicious. Her tongue slides against mine, mouth opening wide, yielding to my wordless demands. She bows against me with a moan. The sexiest goddamn moan I’ve ever heard.

If I don’t bury my cock in her soon, then something real fucking embarrassing is going to happen.

But then I hear the shriek of rings against a curtain rod, heralding Leanne’s intrusion.

I hold Eliza tightly against me and turn to tell Leanne she’s fired.

It’s not Leanne waiting for us.

It’s my brother. My enemy. That bastard.

Braden Blood.

***

Braden

Look at the two of them together. It’s ridiculous. I can already see how much he adores her by the way he’s clutching those naughty curves to his chest, like she’s his new teddy bear and he can’t live without filling his palms with her flesh. Galen couldn’t have expected that I was coming or he wouldn’t have squeezed her into such a tiny little dress, leaving so much of her exposed to my hungry gaze. This is a private moment.

But there’s nothing private between us. Nothing we don’t share.

Especially pain.

He’s already lost. He doesn’t know it, but he has.

“What are you doing here?” my brother asks, pushing Eliza behind his body. It’s a vain attempt to protect her from me. With all these mirrors, I can still check out her incredible ass. He can’t do a goddamn thing to stop me.

“The flight’s gotten pushed back an hour,” I tell him. “Thought you’d want to know.” I can’t help but grin. It doesn’t matter when the goddamn flight is, and we both know it.

I’m here because I want to be. Because I want to get between the two of them.

Galen’s tasted paradise, but I’m not going to let it be that easy.

He still doesn’t recognize Eliza.

“It was you,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Wasn’t it?”

“Delaying the flight? It was actually the pilot.”

“Don’t pretend you’re stupid. You tipped off the reporters so they’d know we were going shopping here. You made sure they’d be waiting for us.”

I don’t bother trying to look innocent. “It could have been someone who works for the store.”

“They love my money too much for that,” Galen said.

“Our money.” The response is reflexive. Everything is
ours
. Our money. Our family.

Our Eliza.

She’s adorable when she’s confused. Her wrinkling eyebrows creates a line just over her nose and a pout on her bottom lip. I’d suck that lip into my mouth, bite it hard enough to hurt her, and jack off to the gasp of pain she’d make.

Is that arousal dripping between her legs?

Jesus Christ.

“My money,” Galen says. He sounds dangerous, like he’s going to punch me if I don’t take it back.

I’m not afraid of him. I’ve finally found the cracks in his armor, and I’m going to drive a sword right into his heart. He might have won the hotel in Dubai, but I’m going to win every other goddamn game, for now and forever, just by using
our
little Eliza.

I sink into the couch to watch them.

“Pretend I’m not even here,” I say. “I’ll grab a ride to the airport with you guys.”

“Why’d you call the reporters?” Galen asks savagely. “Are you trying to expose her?”

Yes. I am.

It obviously hasn’t worked yet.

“No rush. We have a couple hours before the pilots expect to leave.” I won’t let Galen take charge of the game.

Eliza’s voice rises over his shoulder, soft and tentative. “Where are you going?”

“You’re coming with us, sweetheart,” I say. “We’re going to Russia. Going to meet with some business partners. They’re having a real fancy party, and they’re going to expect to see a fancy woman on my brother’s arm.”

Her eyes widen.

Yeah, fucking adorable, the way her breath hitches.

“You can pull it off, can’t you?” I taunt.

“She will,” Galen says.

“Have you told her yet? Have you told her that they’re going to expect to meet your
wife
at the party?”

I can see the cogs turning in her head. She’s thinking about what that means. What it’ll require.

She thinks she understands the stakes of this game now. She’ll need to keep being subservient and pliant to Galen, even in public. But she’s also going to need to be classy enough to convince everyone that she’s the kind of woman that a Blood brother would marry.

It’s not arousal making her tremble now.

“Who will be there?” she asks.

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Afraid you’ll be recognized?”

“Get out of here, Braden,” Galen says.

“Ooh, it seems like I’ve struck a nerve. I can’t imagine why that would be.” I tap my forefinger against my chin, pretending to be thoughtful. “It’s not that you’re falling in love with someone who you’re supposed to only fuck?”

His response is fast as a whip crack. “Don’t be an idiot. She means nothing to me. She’s useless. She’s trash. I’ve only known her a few hours.”

Oh yeah, he’s in love with her.

Or at least well on his way to that.

“If she doesn’t mean anything to you, it won’t mean anything to let me fuck her,” I say.

I might as well have flung the challenge at his feet, the way that duelists used to slap each other with gloves and spit on the ground between them.

There’s only one way he can react.

“Do whatever you want with her.” He makes it sound dismissive. Anyone else would believe him—anyone but me. But I know him better. He’s my stepbrother, closer to me than an actual brother with whom I share blood and genetics would be, and we’re as close to twins as two souls can be.

It hurts him to give me permission to fuck her.

I can’t wait to see how much it hurts when I use her. Can’t wait to see how far I’ll go before he stops me.

Eliza isn’t the only one who can’t say no.

“Come here,” I say, and Elize steps around Galen. There’s an invisible cord of tension binding them together. Even when they’re no longer touching, they’re inextricably connected.

That invisible line stretches as she stands in front of me, clutching the pieces of her too-tiny dress.

Taking my time, my eyes rove over her body, the rolls of her smashed breasts, those thighs so thick I could sink my teeth right on into them.

She’s worth every ounce of trouble that she’s created in our lives. It’s easy to see how she would be the kind of woman that would drive a man to total madness.

I pull Eliza onto my lap, and she is so pliant as her legs part over my thighs, bringing her damp pussy flush with my slacks. I can feel the heat of her through the cloth. I can feel her moisture. I can feel her trembling.

But she’s not even looking at me. She’s watching over my shoulder in the mirror, watching my brother.

He’s stiff and silent.

“Open my pants,” I tell her.

She doesn’t move. She just watches Galen.

“Do what he tells you to do,” he says.

Eliza’s fingers find my fly. She flicks the button open, drags the zipper down, exposes my cock. It’s a juicy red thing that gets a little purple when it’s engorged. It twists just slightly up so that when I’m fully erect, it reaches for my navel. And when I’m buried hilt-deep in a woman’s pussy, the head can bump right into the g-spot.

The sight of it makes her gasp. I grin. Of course she’s impressed. It’d be hard not to be impressed by what I’ve got packing, even if she’s already gotten up close and personal with Galen.