Sand Wich
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Ruin Me, Stepbrother
Young Adult Blurb
"I want to hold you, control you." He rasped in my ear, his voice rigid-cold and at the same time sexy. It made me melt, made me come-nevertheless it broke me too.
"Your thoughts, your body is all mine. I own you, all of you." Saying this, he bind my wrists, handcuffing them to the velvet headboard. He leaned in, bringing his head closer to my pussy. He licked, bit me, claimed all of me.
I moaned, bringing my thighs wide, further. "Do you like it, Sienna?"
I nodded like an idiot, forgetting the fact that he was my stepbrother. "I don't like it, Soren." My breath caught in my chest as I felt warm juice spill through my punani, "I love it, Soren. Everything you do to me."
*****
The confused, pleasure-hungry nerd who fell for her stepbrothers? That was me, Sienna Cruz. At first, I thought I'd be able to conquer the urge of wanting my stepbrothers but no, I fell more deeper-lost in the ocean of depravity and Sin.
Simon is the calm one, we were close. He was soft hearted and I liked him. Whenever we talked, I would find myself staring at his bulge. His morning erection was damn beautiful.
He would ask, "Sienna, are you okay?" I would nod, lying I was but deep down what I craved was every inch of him.
All that wanted to break from my lips was "Bury your cock deep in my pussy. Break every wall of restriction."
And Soren? He was the demon amongst the twin brothers. I thought I hated him until I found myself staring way too much at the photo mom forced us to take during summer.
His Ocean Blue eyes pulled me in. The arrogant smirk on his face spelt more than it looked. He was way too charming.
Who did I like more? Simon or Soren?
I swear I do not know.
Soren was a demon, yet I find myself crawling back to his bed and when Simon flashed that cute smile at me? It made me helpless.
I couldn't bring myself to a stop at my forbidden attraction at both brothers.
Soren's charm was more gripping. I fantasized a lot about his rod and all I wanted was for him to ruin me in the worst way ever.
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