Submitted To My Step-Brother

Chapter7

Paralyzed with fear, Ara realized that the voice she had just heard belonged to her clandestine lover, signifying his presence at the party. She felt too anxious to take a quick glance over her shoulder, and the implications of his presence were too overwhelming to contemplate. A large hand caressingly rested on her exposed lower back, its warmth triggering a shiver that ran down her spine. Or perhaps it was the creeping fear, Ara wasn't quite sure.

Lucielle's gaze drifted past Ara, her face breaking into a wide smile.

"John! Such a delight to have you back in Boston."

In that moment, Ara wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole, saving her from whatever was about to unfold next.

Lucielle cast a peculiar glance their way, obviously sensing the tension in the air, and made a swift exit. Ara tried to follow her, but the hand on her lower back tightened around her waist, pulling her back into a firm grip.

"Won't you even turn to greet your stepbrother?" His chuckle resonated ominously in her ear. "That's not very polite Ara. What happens to girls who misbehave?"

"Oh my God," she whispered harshly, breaking free from his grasp and spinning around to face him.

Looking at him now, after all these years, under the glaring lights, she felt ridiculous for not recognizing him in the dark on two occasions. He was significantly different from the John she remembered. The John from her memory had longer hair; his was now neatly cropped. The John she knew would never sport a five o'clock shadow, yet the one standing before her looked incredibly attractive with one. He had tattoos covering his body that she had never seen on him before. He seemed darker, more menacing, as if she could sense a latent dangerous streak burgeoning within him.

She instinctively took a step back at his mischievous smirk. He had been aware of her identity all along. He had calculatedly positioned himself as her lover, exploited her innocence more than once. He had made love to her in front of his soldier, Finan, and threatened to hand her over to his men. And to her embarrassment, she had found it enticing.

He hadn't needed to break into a room of a hotel that he owned. It suddenly made sense why her bodyguards hadn't intervened.

"What are you up to?"

"I was hoping for a warmer welcome, darling." He lifted his hand, gently stroking her cheek with his knuckles. "Especially considering how close we've gotten recently."

"Oh my God!" She swatted his hand away, ignoring the ominous anger flashing in his eyes. "You manipulated me into returning here for what? To exploit me and then force me to watch you wed another woman?"

"I wouldn't categorize a proper amorous encounter as exploiting you, darling. You seemed quite eager for my touch. As for making you observe my wedding, in a way, yes, I suppose."

"I would never have been intimate with you if I had known it was you! You're my stepbrother." The thought of her mother discovering this filled her with dread.

"We've both known that we were headed this way since that day. It's best not to deny the inevitable."

"Headed where? John, you haven't spoken to me in years, and frankly, I've thrived in your absence. You can't just-"

John abruptly pushed her back against a wall, his fingers locking around her jaw, his nose brushing hers. She clung to the wall, fearful that any contact with him might lead to something more, even if her intention was to shove him away. "You'll watch your tone, darling. So, I haven't spoken to you in years, is it? Every haircut, every makeup item, piece of jewelry, clothing, and yes," he slid a hand up her dress, running a finger along the crevice concealed by her panties until she squirmed awkwardly against the wall to avoid his touch, "every piece of lingerie to cover this snug little treasure has been my way of communicating with you, darling."

"No, Douglas has been providing me with money."

"Douglas doesn't care a whit about you. It's been me funding your luxurious lifestyle, enabling you to attend the college of your choice, safeguarding you. No other man but me, darling." She shook her head in denial. She had known that he had been providing her with bodyguards, a provision expected of someone like him, but everything else? It suggested possession, ownership, and concern. John wasn't capable of such emotions.

His hand moved from her jaw to her throat, squeezing tightly as he placed a feather-light kiss on her lips.

She was too shocked to react, too scared to do anything. Her n*****s hardened at the gentle touch, her center dripping as he nudged a finger around her panties, sliding the digit into her until she gasped into his mouth.

She broke the light kiss, arching back in an attempt to dislodge his exploring finger. It only spurred him on further, a second finger joining the first, his thumb rubbing her clit.

"John, please. Someone might see."

"I know just how much you would savor that, darling. You've turned into quite the exhibitionist."

"No, it's not like that," she groaned as he forced a third finger in, the sound of her arousal as he thrust his fingers deep making her ears burn. She was so wet for him, despite her best efforts not to be.

"John. Please," her plea came out as a whimper as he took her to the brink of release, held her there, and then abruptly withdrew his hand from between her legs, licking her juices off his fingers.

"Don't lie to me. Dare to open your pretty little mouth again to spew lies and I'll force myself down your throat for all our guests to see."

"You wouldn't," she clutched her hands to her throat as if she could feel him there, her breaths coming out in gasps.

John gave her a long, lingering kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, bit his lip in response.

"I'm tempted to do it right now, but I'd likely kill a man for seeing you so exposed."

"Except Floyd," she retorted, reminding him. She ran a hand through her hair, ensuring it was still perfect and not disarrayed from his rough handling.

"Floyd needed to learn a lesson. He thought he could claim you, and now he knows you are mine."

"You exposed me to Floyd!" She slapped at his chest.

"Yes, and I showed him how you looked filled with me. He won't dare look at you in such a manner again."

"He literally m*********d while watching us."

"Is the problem really that he did it, or that he pleasured himself while you enjoyed being taken?" Her body responded to his question, her breasts heavy and aching as she remembered the incident. His eyes narrowed on her, somehow perceiving her body's reaction. "Ah, darling. You have a naughty streak."