Lies of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 3) Read Online Free

Lies of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 3)
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chest of drawers. My hands linger on a few of them, but none of them please me. Finally, I have a winning idea.
    I grab my tie from the pile of clothes I came in wearing and stretch it between my arms, approaching the blonde again.
    She's my type once again, as they all are. Tall, willowy and lithe.
    She's got nothing on Emme, though, and once again, I'm left wanting more.
    However, the look of shock in her eyes makes me excited, and that's gonna have to do for now.
    I snap the tie in my hands and grab the girl in my arms before she can make a run for it. She yelps softly, but I've already taken her panties from their spot on the floor and stuffed them in her mouth, shutting her up.
    I follow up with my tie, tying it tightly around her neck. As she stares at me with a mix of horror and horniness, I grab her and turn her so she's belly down on the bed.
    I grab her thrashing foot and tie the other end of the tie to her ankle, making sure to make it nice and tight. She whimpers something I can't hear, and I soon realize she's in a tricky position.
    She has to stay nice and upright, otherwise my tie could choke her.
    The look in her eyes is wild and shocked, but her heart is pounding with desire, I can tell.
    I grab her ankle as I approach her slowly, my cock stiff and ready for her.
    "Here we go," I say softly, my gentle voice the complete opposite of my rough touch. I step closer until I'm positioned at her entrance, her pussy dripping wet and ready for me.
    "Take it deep," I order her, and tease her with my tip on her lips. She moans for more, but I've had enough of the gentleness. With a single thrust, I push my whole length as deep as I can.
    She cries through the pain, hot tears falling down her face, but I'm nowhere near done.
    I don't stop until her pussy is filled with my come.
    I don't stop as she whimpers for me to do so.
    I only finish when I'm done, untying her so she falls down like an old ragdoll.
    I press a kiss to her cheek, smiling broadly as I get dressed, watching our juices running down her leg. I imagine hurting her more. Calling her names, slicing into her skin, scratching her with my sharp nails.
    But I mustn't. I must be careful.
    "Thanks, doll," I say to hear, and her glassy eyes follow me out of the room.
    I bet she won't forget her first Club Zero experience.
    ***
    It's late when I head out of the club, tired but pleased.
    My mind is on Emme, as it has been since the night of my opening.
    I think of her sweet pouty mouth, the perfect curve of her hips, her small but perfect breasts. I think of sliding inside her, fucking her until she begs for me to stop.
    Soon.
    I can't resist it. I decide to walk by the building of the company my father and Emme's mother built together. It's late and all the lights are out. The security guard gives me a strange look as I pass by, and I think better of lingering.
    I can't fuck this up now.
    She's almost mine. I can already feel her clit on my tongue.
    "Aiden?" a voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn around abruptly, only to spot my mirror image. It's Blane, and I immediately regret my decision to pass this place when I see his half-hopeful, half-heartbroken look.
    I don't respond, instead position myself guardedly with my hands crossed in front of my body. I'm not going to take shit from him in the middle of the night.
    A few long moments pass and the silence is getting thick and uncomfortable.
    "What are you doing here so late?" I enquire.
    "Late night at the office," he shrugs, refusing to meet my eye.
    I look at my watch pointedly. It's one in the morning. "Must be important," I say mockingly, getting ready to leave in the next moment.
    But Blane's hand on my forearm stops me from moving forward and I immediately look at him angrily. I hate him touching me.
    "Wait, Aiden," he says like some lost puppy. I pity him, I realize.
    "It's Adam," I say sternly.
    "No, it isn't," he says with a groan. "It's Aiden. It's the mother our parents gave you and you should be damn
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