The Other Brother Part 2: Taboo: Stepbrother Billionaire Romance (6 page)

“Ready for my cock?” He’s being deliberately crude, I can tell, but even knowing that, I’m still affected, breath panting in and out as I watch him reach into his pocket and pull out a square of foil.

Oh my God. This is really going to happen. Instinct has me shoving him away.

“Bad girl.” Before I can suck in another breath, Seth turns me, presses my front against the glass. I cry out—it’s cold on my bare breasts, my belly.

“Since I can’t trust you to hold still…” My wrists are bound behind me with his fingers. From the sound of ripping foil, the rasp of a metal zipper in the air, I know he’s smoothing the condom down his length, and I crane my head to see over my shoulder.

“Oh, no. Bad girls who don’t hold still don’t get to look.” One hand still binding me, I feel his other palming one of the globes of my ass. I shudder.

“I’ve always loved your ass.” A heavy swat falls on the cheek he’d just been caressing and I moan, pushing back against him. “I have all kinds of plans for this ass. But not tonight. Tonight I’m too desperate to be inside this tight little pussy to take time for anything else.”

“Just do it.” My forehead presses against the glass, the sweat from my brow beading there. I’m mindless at this point, a slave to my instincts, and all I know is that I need him inside of me. “I’ve waited so long.”

None of the boys, none of the men—I know that nothing will ever compare to this. This feeling of being utterly at this man’s mercy, and yet somehow completely in control.

“Ask me nicely. I need to hear you say it.” Seth’s voice is a growl, his palms on my skin sweaty. I’m not alone here… he needs me as much as I need him.

The realization would have brought me to my knees if he wasn’t there to support me.

“Please. Fuck me. Just fuck me!” He doesn’t, and I realize belatedly what he’s waiting for. “Sir! Fuck me please, Sir!”

“Good girl.”

I scream again as he drives into me. Oh my God. Oh my
God
. He pushes, filling me until I groan.

And he’s not even all the way in.

“I think you can do better than that.” He pulls almost all the way out and I moan. Reaching between my legs, he delivers a light slap to my pussy that makes me tighten around him hard enough that he curses and surges forward again.

I feel pressure, and I clench my teeth, sure that he’s not going to fit, and then my body gives way. He’s seated fully, his hips flush against my ass, and I cannot breathe.

“Good girl. It’s not easy, taking all of this cock. You’ve made me happy.” He pulls back with excruciating slowness, then slams back in, imprinting me from the inside out. I have a vague notion that I should rebel against his words, about being told I’m good like one might a kitten, but instead I feel only a warm sort of pleasure burning in my chest.

Pleasure that I’ve given him what he wanted. Given us both what we need.

“Oh. Oh!” Every smart word I’ve ever had flies free from my mind as he continues his rhythm, slowing sliding out before crashing back in. The fast/ slow combination drives me wild, my body both trying to pull away from the assault and also draw as close as I can.

I can feel it coiling inside of me, an onslaught of tension that is bearing down on me like a steam engine. My legs try to close but Seth releases my wrists, grabbing my thighs and tugging them even farther apart. I’m pressed right against the window, and if someone thinks to look up they’ll see me, the milk-white skin of my breasts smashed against the glass, my hips slamming into the clear pane as Seth fucks me from behind.

“I can’t—oh God. Seth! Please!” His pace is speeding, and I’m pushed into the glass with every thrust of his hips. I’m meeting him with every movement, careening blindly for something I can’t quite even understand.

“You’re a lot nicer when you’re bouncing on my cock.” Seth laughs breathlessly, continuing to drive himself home. I can only moan my agreement.

I don’t hate him anymore. I love him for helping me find what I’ve been looking for.

“Come for me, Allegra. I’ve always wanted to see it.” His fingers dig into my hips, spurring us both on at a brutal pace. The sweet friction threatens to burn me alive, to consume me. I’m reduced to a pool of whimpers and trembles, held above water by Seth’s thick hardness, his every thrust punctuated with a groan that tells me he loves this every bit as much as I do.

“I said, come!” He swats me again. My clit throbs and a rush of liquid heat floods my pussy, slicking Seth’s cock, and I bear down around his length, the waterfall of sensation finally crashing over me.

“Seth.” I press my palms against the window, trying to gain some kind of purchase, but they slip damply against the glass. Seth wraps his arms around my waist, catching me before I fall as he continues to thrust, his increase in breath telling me he’s chasing his own pleasure.

He shouts as he pumps once, twice, and then again, and I can feel the heat of his release deep inside of me. He holds us there, rocking us through the aftershocks of something that shattered both of our worlds.

After this, I’m not sure that anything can ever be the same.

SETH

H
oly. Fucking. Shit.

Crude, but there are no elegant words for what just happened between us.

“Oh Jesus, Allie.” I swipe a damp hand through the fall of hair that obscures her face. It is a blazing inferno swirling around her, symbolic of the heat that just consumed us both.

I love the way her hair shines, even in the fading light in the room. But I can feel her stiffening beneath me, and I slowly come to I realize that we’re not in the most comfortable of positions.

Reluctantly, I untangle my fingers from those long ribbons of hair. Her body still vibrates against mine as I slowly lower us to the floor. We’re sealed together with sweat. I know that I need to move out of her, to clean us both up, but every part of me wants to stay inside her heat for as long as I can.

Although my legs shake, it feels too damn good. My heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my dry throat. This girl, the one I’d never imagined would be interested in this side of me, met my needs and raised them.

She’s done me in. She’s it for me. I’ll never want anybody else. But I have no idea how to get from here to there.

Allegra makes the awkward decision for me by nudging me away from her. I tuck myself back into my briefs—Jesus, I wanted her so badly that we’re both still half dressed— while she strides across the room, adjusting her clothes. She doesn’t look at me, rather at the wreckage of the room after our chase. Cushions are on the floor, our drinking glasses upended. The lamp is in shards on the floor.

All of this makes me want to do it all over again. But as I look at Allegra’s wide eyes, I can see her shame growing as she tries to fasten her shirt. Since I’ve torn it, and the buttons are no more, she winds up tying it in front of her midriff, just below her breasts. She follows this by crossing her arms over her chest.

“Allie…” A chill skates its way down my spine. This changed everything for me, but I’m beginning to see that it didn’t do that for her, not at all. If anything, I’m thinking it made it worse.

She still doesn’t look at me, but retrieves her shoes from where she kicked them off, bracing herself with a hand on the wall while she slides her feet back into them.

“Allie, look at me. Talk to me.” I’m not going to let her turn away from me now. We may not have intended this to happen, but it did. No going back.

She pins me with a cool look that I know is a front. “What exactly would you like to discuss, Seth? How incredibly fucked-up that just was? How we’re both going to hell?”

I almost laugh at that last part because she looks so hopeless when she says it. Plus I’m pretty sure that she still doesn’t believe in things like devils and pitchforks.

“It was
not
fucked-up.” Irritated, I sit beside her and try to grab her hand but she pulls it away. “We’re not related, Allie. We have a history, but so what? No one is going to hell.”

“
I
am. I’m going there.” She covers her face with her hands and groans. “Oh God, I can’t believe we just… fucked.”

“Allegra!” This time I do chuckle a little as I grab her hands and pull them down. “This has been coming since the day we met. You know that. There’s always been something between us. And if you try to tell me it was brotherly love, I’ll spank you again.”

I’d hoped to make her giggle. Instead, the way she looks at me breaks my heart.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to do that for a very long time.” I catch her by the chin. “And I won’t regret it.”

“I can’t say I won’t regret it.” Her lips twitch up a little. “But… I won’t lie to you. I wanted that. I… I think I even needed it.”

Her admission soothes the beast inside of me. I smile and smooth away the hair that wants to hang in her face again. Her face is too spectacular to cover.

“Oh God, if Sam ever found out.” She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Or Theo. I think they’d disown me.”

Theo.

The last thing I want to hear right now, in our afterglow, is his name. But now… Allegra is mine. More even than she was before.

This has to be addressed, because Theo will not touch her.

“You need to do me a favor.” The words are light, but my tone is heavy.

“I didn’t realize we were at the doing favors part of our relationship.” She smiles wanly. I know she’s joking, lightening up as I wanted her to, but I can’t bring myself to laugh with her.

“I’m serious.” I pin her with my stare. “I need you to listen.”

“Okay?” She stretches out the last syllable. “Um, mood swings much?”

If this was another time, I might pull her over my knees for being impertinent, to show her how much fun
punishment
could be.

Now is not the time.

“Theo’s not who you think he is.” I grind my teeth together, just spitting out his name. Never, ever will I hate anyone as much as I loathe that…
bug
.

“Seth, stop with the cryptic bullshit. Just tell me straight up what the hell you’re talking about. I’ve spent way too many therapy hours trying to decipher the last words you said to me about Theo. I’m not going to spend any more. I’m done trying to figure you out.” Her lightness is gone, replaced with the same weariness I sometimes see when she thinks I’m not looking.

I groan with frustration, raking my hands through my hair. I didn’t want to frighten Allegra back then, and I don’t want to scare her now, because living in fear isn’t living.

But it’s time she knows the truth. Theo is not who she’s always thought he was. He is not the charming, well-mannered boy that spoke politely to his elders, and did dishes without complaint and made cookies with my mom. He is a predator. And he’s a dangerous one, because Allegra will never see him coming.

Standing, I pace back and forth while Allegra taps one foot on the ground. There’s no good way to do this, so finally I just whirl around and spit it out.

“Theo is dangerous. You need to stay away from him. You
will
stay away from him. Do you understand?

Allegra’s face is awash in disbelief. She stands too, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “
Theo
is dangerous?
Theo
? He’s not the one who tried to kill his own damn brother.”

I open my mouth to interject but she points a finger at me. “He may have just gotten out of jail, but it wasn’t for a violent crime. It was for selling drugs. Something he got into after
you
almost killed him! In fact, he never acted out before you. He was always a good guy. He never used to make me feel…”

She looks at me with wide eyes. If she really, truly believed that her brother was a good person, she’d be out the door by now. But as she stares at me, I can see a flicker of confusion, of awareness.

She knows. Deep down, somewhere… she knows.

“He never used to make you feel afraid?” I reach for her.

“You’re putting words in my mouth.” She jerks away from me, baring her teeth.

“Am I?” I step closer. I stalk her across the room, but I can see that I don’t frighten her. Me, the supposedly violent one.

When she’s alone later, she’ll think about that.

“He’s my brother, Seth.
He
would never hurt me. Not like you.” She grabs her purse from the table. “This was a mistake. A big fucking mistake. Have a good life, Seth. I’m out of here.”

I can hear unshed tears straining her voice, and my own heart aches in response.

Don’t let her go.

“He was watching you. Taking pictures of you.” I blurt this out before I lose my nerve and she walks out of my life forever.

Allegra slows, my words sinking in, then she turns. “What did you say?”

I sigh. There’s no easy way to tell her this. “Theo used to… watch you. He was always watching you. He took pictures of you. Hundreds of them.”

Allegra snorts. “Oh, I saw the pictures all right, but they were in
your
stuff. I found them with the shit you left behind.”

I shake my head, trying to make her understand. “I didn’t take any pictures, Allie. You know that. I didn’t have a camera. Did you ever see me with one? I wouldn’t have wasted my beer money on something like that.”

I can see the cogs moving around in her clever brain, trying to sort out what I’m telling her and comparing it to what she’s always accepted as the truth.

“Then why were they in your stuff?” Her eyes are accusing.

“Who the hell knows?” I shrug. “But coming across them somewhere in the house where Theo lived is not exactly proof that they’re mine.”

She takes a few steps forward, then stops. “I don’t understand what you’re saying to me.”

I scrub my hands over my face. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of this. I’m not sure I fully understood until right now how much this knowledge, this responsibility, has weighed me down over the years.

I’d thought that purging it, telling the truth, would set me free. Instead I feel even wearier.

“That last night, I ran into Theo at a party. He’d been drinking. Well, we both had been.” I sink down onto the couch once more, wishing I had the whole damn bottle of scotch in my hand.