Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance)(6)

This was a mistake, I thought, and backed away from him; playtime was over.

My shoulders and bum crashed against a wall as he towered over me. Inches from my face. My fingers flattened on the painted plastered, feeling every imperfection of the seemingly smooth surface. Blood pounded in my ears; I felt like I’d gone deaf as he reached for my wrist again, claiming it for his own. He took the other one as his eyes watched me struggle. I tried to resist but it was hopeless; he was too strong and deep inside I knew this was what I wanted. Lex parted my arms wide open, relinquishing any grasp my arms had on the tiny towel wrapped around my body. It dropped and pooled around my ankles.

“You were wrong little one. The moment you walked through the door, you were mine. This,” his eyes travelled the length of my naked young body, “has always, and will always, be mine.”

I melted at his words and waited for the moment he would touch me. I watched his hands eagerly, studying there every movement. Without warning, he brought my wrists together in front of my body, looped and wrapped my lacy knickers around them; binding me, then grabbed them with one large hand and brought them up in a triangle above my head. He pinned my arms against the cold wall. I was utterly at his mercy and shuddered as his free hand moved closer. It landed gently upon my cheek and traced a line of fiery pleasure down my neck and towards my heaving breasts. Lex paused and his touch lingered just above the first swell of my breast.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. I bit my tongue not believing the words coming from my mouth. He took his hand away and pushed the soft threads of his suit up against me, making me feel every inch of his excited manhood rub against my thigh.

“That’s not for you to decide.” He grinned for the first time, baring his teeth.

“Tell me I was right, tell me you are mine,” Lex said.

I didn’t want to admit to him that I wanted him; I just couldn’t. Saying those words out–loud would destroy me; destroy any hope I’d have at a normal life.

“I can’t,” I whispered and my head titled to look at him; pleading, but his eyes were no longer sparkling with desire. He let my bound hands drop; gravity pulled on their weight.

“Then we’re done.”

I stood shivering. Adrenaline rippled over every nerve ending, as he walked back to the throne of his chair. Lex sat and crossed his legs, while his eyes dared me to submit.

I glared right back and clenched my teeth, barring the words from escape. I wouldn’t give in. How could I want him, my step–brother, so badly? I pushed the guilty thoughts away; my insides were screaming to run, to slink away and hide far away from his penetrating eyes, but my body stayed and decided upon another course of action.

My hands were still bound, my knickers wrapped around my slim wrists. The material wasn’t tight, I could have freed myself, but I choose to keep the restriction as I moved my fingers over my stomach, skimming my supple skin down towards the narrow strip of short hair.

His eye twitched and my fingers touched the path of hair. Lex’s eyes darted about; I was getting to him. I concealed a smile as my fingers probed deeper, parting my thick swollen lips to reveal a delicate and pulsating nub.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice an octave higher; no longer under control.

“What I want.”

“Stop,” he cried as I was about to caress my clit.

“Make me.”

My finger pressed hard against the twitching bead and I moaned defiantly. My eyes drifted from his face to his writhing crotch and his mouth parted to allow a sliver of his pink tongue to dart out. He tried to cover his growing cock with his hands, but as he shifted in the seat I could see it poke against the material, desperate to get out.

He uncrossed his legs and smoothed the palms of his hands against his trouser legs. Lex got to his feet and he followed his cock; pointing the way towards me.

Keeping my hands and fingers fixed upon my sweltering flesh, I raised my head to look at up him and was dwarfed by his height.

“I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he growled. Suddenly my arm was wrenched away and his hand clamped down upon my elbow. He dragged me away from the fire, pausing only for a second to collect a length of plastic, which looked like a small TV remote, from a side table. He pushed me, never letting his grip loosen on my now surely bruised arm, and steered me down the hallway. I thought he was taking me to my room, but we quickly skirted past the door. With a simple press of a button on the remote he held in his hand, a click sounded, and a door unlocked providing entrance to a room I’d never seen before.

Lex pulled me close and dipped his head, his lips almost brushing my ear.