My 4 Hot Stepbrothers Want a Taste of Me

A'S

touched-my waist, my hip, my throat-burned like he'd branded me with his hands. The towel hung l

wrong

ronger, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. This wasn't normal. I'd never felt anything like this befo

ooked at me with such disgust, called me names, told me I didn't belong here. T

Stop

pen. I'd just gotten he

ime. That look-hungry and hateful all at once-sent another wave of heat through me. When he took a

and my hand flew

hoed in the

, there was no apology in his eyes. Only dark amusement and s

to touch his reddening cheek, his lips curving into

ut, slamming the

dy. The ache inside me hadn't gone away. If anything, it wa

still so

ollen, desperate for relief. This felt like the heat I'd read about-the overwhe

wolf. I'm use

ng between my legs demanded attention, and I hated myself for it. Hated tha

. But this was different. This was desperate, urgent, almost

rs trembled as they reached for the one thing I'd hidden in my suitca

ce. Just to

made my body shiver. Everythi

ch made me ar

h

l and my thighs tremble. I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet. The wa

g the ache worse. I imagined Reed standing outside my door, k

er hand cupped my breast, pinching my nipple roughly-

t, not squeezing but owning. The bruising hold on my hip, fingers digging in like

God

t wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. I wanted something bigger, thicker. I wanted h

eeling was overwhelming. My free hand clawed at the sheets, then moved bac

te little thing," his vo

ke my body ache for more, shouldn't make the need flo

smirk, arms crossed, eyes dark with lust he refused to act on. Watching me fall apart

t me like a li

whole body convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure c

ache was still there.

trembling, staring at the ceilin

ave I

king about someone who hated me. Someone who'd called me pathetic and told me I did

y naked body. My skin still burned. Between my l

ease hadn't fixed it. If anything, it had made the hunger wo

me I'd drifted off, feverish dreams woke me-hands on my skin, lips on my throat, bodies pressing me into th

zed hoodie that hid everything. Maybe if I

airs. Voices drifted from the dining

table with Marcus and Mom. The mo

ared at me with an expression I couldn't read

down," Mom cal

't do

s pinned me in place. My chest ti

ed, backing away. "I'll j

ape their stares. The cool morning air hit my flushed face, bu

d a