My Stepbrother's Lust

NINA'S POV

"Yes! Fuck me harder!"

I had my whole day planned out. Graduation, after-party with my fiancé.

I never imagined I would walk in on my fiancé-the man I pledged my life to-deep inside another woman. On my graduation night.

I've heard stories about cheating men. About the pain they cause. I never imagined my Jason would do it to me.

And how creative he got with it.

My feet stay rooted to the ground, ears filling with the raucous moaning and grunting behind the bedroom door.

My chest tightens, bleeding into my ribcage. Black, dark and ugly. My fingers tremble on the doorknob.

Move, Nina.

I twist the knob and walk into my nightmare.

A red haired woman lies there, mouth hung open in raw pleasure while my fiancé thrusts into her.

I blink hazily, wishing that's the only thing happening. It's not. He's got another man on top of him, pounding into his...ass.

Oh god...

He's like a human sandwich, moaning into the woman's ear as his ass lifts to receive the man's deep thrusts.

The pungent smell of sex fills my nostrils. In the corner, someone hunches over a camera, red hair spilling over her shoulders.

My stomach sinks. She turns, and I break.

Harper. My best friend.

My head swells.

She bolts from her seat, the sudden movement breaking through the haze.

Jason looks up, and freezes, eyes wide.

"Nina..." the man behind him thrusts deeper, brutally unaware of my presence. Or maybe he knows and just doesn't care.

A gruff moan escapes him before he pulls free from the man. I shut my eyes.

I'm dreaming. It's a fucking joke.

"I can explain!" His voice cracks. "We-"

"We needed the money...it's for your wedding!" Harper squawks, clasping her hands in front of her.

I don't spare her a glance. My eyes stay on Jason, ears ringing.

The bastard is still hard.

"Harper's right." He scrambles for his clothes. "I got broke and -"

"Are you fucking serious?" Something bitter settles in my chest.

"Jason, time out. Keep your bitch in check and let's get back to it." The naked man pulls the wet sheets over his torso.

My fists clench. Those are my fucking sheets.

Jason hobbles into his jeans.

"Baby, if you would just listen to me -"

"This is why you skipped my graduation?" My voice shakes.

He shakes his head.

"Baby..."

I turn to Harper. The bitch is crying. She filmed my fiancé cheating and she's fucking crying?

Pathetic bitch.

"You're dead to me." I say, voice sharp.

"Both of you."

"Good riddance. Can we roll again? I'm flaccid." The naked man sighs. The redhead chuckles, and I feel myself crumbling, dying.

I whirl around, vision blurring.

"Nina...please wait!" Harper calls, but I'm stumbling downstairs and out the door.

The night air slaps my face, mocking me.

This is what I get for believing in love again. For trusting yet another friend.

I slam my car door shut, suffocating on the smell of leather and the taste of my tears.

Jason runs out the door. Harper follows. They wave and scream and Harper sobs, but I just step on the gas, drowning them out.

They did it for me? What a dumb fucking excuse.

I drive past dimly lit streets and bright restaurants. I let down the window. The wind caresses my face, slithering through my hair.

I brake at a red light. My knuckles go white against the steering, and I suck in a breath in between sobs.

The city lights smear through my tears, and for a second, I can't tell where the road ends and stop lights begin.

Why didn't he tell me he was broke? Why did he have to...

No. It's not about me. He always wanted to do it. I shut my eyes, wishing away the memory of his sweaty body and the wet thrusts.

I fail. The image sticks like a stubborn tumor.

I run a finger through my hair, cursing under my breath. My diploma sits in the passenger seat, forgotten.

My phone rings, jarring my thoughts . I glare at it.

Jason. The fucking audacity.

I don't answer it.

It rings again, and I grip the steering wheel, fighting the urge to toss the damn device out the window.

But it's not Jason this time. It's my mother.

If he called her, I swear to God...

"Hi mom!" I force a cheery voice.

"How's my baby girl?"

Knots form in my throat.

I'm not fine, mom. You were right. Love is a myth.

"Great! I'm just...driving home from campus."

"Okay good! I have great news!" She quips.

Other than the fact that you completely forgot about my graduation, what else?

"I'm getting married!"

Oh...I did not see that coming.

"Oh...I'm so happy for you..."

I'm not.

"I know! This will be perfect. We can be a family again."

No. We don't need extras to be a family.

Her voice drones on, but I'm not listening. I'm breaking. Every part of me.

Rain drums softly on the windshield, a sharp irony to the searing pain inside me.

"Listen...can I call you back?" I whisper.

"Are you okay, honey?"

The line goes dead and I just sit there, driving slowly while the world moves on fast.

She didn't deserve that, but I'm past caring. I can't be happy for her while my life burns to ash.

I step on the accelerator. The car lurches forward, then jerks to a stop.

Panic rises in my chest.

"No,no,no,no!" I slam my fist on the dashboard, willing the damn metal to start. Smoke curls from the bonnet in response.

A horn blares impatiently behind me, forcing my nerves to life.

This can't be happening...

Seven trips to the mechanic this month and she still does me like this?

I yank the door open and step into the light drizzle. The bonnet pops open. Smoke bursts into my face.

"Oh...god..." I cough, blinking blearily at the dark mess that is my engine.

That's just great. First I get cheated on on my graduation, now my fucking car breaks down in a storm.

I'm convinced the universe has singled me out for cruel ridicule when a car pulls up behind mine.

Black Range Rover, oozing of wealth and power.

The door opens, and a man steps out. Leather jacket on black jeans, hair falling into his face, steel grey eyes fixed on me.

My stomach flips. He looks like a textbook knight in shining armour. Maybe he is.

"Car trouble?" He smiles warmly, flashing immaculate teeth.

My throat clamps shut. I just stare. Guys like him don't stop to help girls like me.

He doesn't come any closer, but I smell his sickly sweet cologne.

I must look stupid, standing in the rain in a wet gown and ruined make-up, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Come with me. I'll take you to the next gas station and you can find someone to fix it."

Cautious bells ring in my head. He could be a kidnapper...or worse.

"I...I'm fine, thank you."

He sighs.

"Look, I'm soaking wet already. So are you. I can't leave you here in good faith. Get in. I'm not gonna hurt you."

His eyes rake over my body. I feel a wave of unease.

"I promise." He extends a hand. I should walk away. I should.

But I don't.

He's right. I'm soaking wet. I won't get any help just standing here like some bimbo.

Fuck.

"Okay."

My teeth chatter as I trail behind him.

He holds the door open. I cast one last glance across the street, hoping someone sees me before I disappear.

No one sees.

The warm leather kisses my ass.

The door slams shut, and just like that, I'm riding with a total stranger.

How dangerous. How exciting.

NINA'S POV

I told myself I was just looking for shelter, not trouble. But trouble opens the door for me, all six feet of it.

The moment I step inside, I know I've made a mistake. A beautiful, dangerous mistake.

I'm not supposed to be here, but the universe really said, "Congratulations, Nina! Your reward for graduating is heartbreak and a broken car. And the icing on the cake? No service."

The storm had raged harder than ever, so when he took a wrong turn, I didn't stop him. I didn't panic.

Maybe I wanted him to hurt me. To tear me apart so it'll all be Jason's fault.

But when the door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in with him, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave.

His house smells clean, expensive, and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse skip.

I should be home crying over my ex, not standing in a stranger's mansion wondering why his stare feels safer than Jason's touch ever did.

I follow him upstairs but halt at the bedroom door, nerves tingling.

He shrugs off his shirt and I stifle a gasp, cheeks burning.

God forgive me...this man is so fucking hot. I shouldn't stare, but I do. My eyes trail every ripple of his muscles down to his waistline.

Is it hot in here, or am I burning just looking at him? This stranger whose name I do not know.

He turns. My breath stills.

Forget everything I said about his back. This view is way better.

He steps forward. I'm fighting every nerve screaming to press a palm to that hard chest and God help me, I'm losing.

Now he's handing me his robe. Our fingers brush lightly and a shiver runs down my spine. His gaze drops. He felt it too.

"I'll let you get dressed." He mutters, brushing past me.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, clad in his silk robe.

I should take off my wet panties, but I can't risk going butt naked with him. Not with my ovaries staging a riot.

My phone buzzes with another text from Jason.

A dull ache sparks in my chest. Suddenly I'm back in his apartment, staring down at him moaning into that woman's mouth.

His ring burns hot on my finger, but I don't take it off. I have a better idea.

Downstairs, the handsome stranger serves microwaved pizza on paper plates.

I thought heartbreak would numb me. But sitting across from this stranger, I feel too much.

For a man whose house screams money, serving microwaved pizza feels like a plot twist.

His gaze never leaves my face. I chew slowly, praying he doesn't hear the rumble in my stomach.

His food sits untouched, fingers interlaced.

When my plate is polished and I lean back, he breaks the ice.

"What happened to you?"

Where do I start?

"It's...personal."

"And you're in my personal space, so I need to make sure you're not a fugitive or a serial killer."

Oh...

"You're one to talk. I don't even know your name!"

"But you followed me home."

"You brought me here without even asking..."

"And you didn't stop me." He smirks, leaning back. "Sorry to say, but you have the survival instincts of a fart."

My eyes narrow, heat flaring in my chest. He flashes his palms.

"Before you chop my head off, how about I introduce myself? I might change your mind."

"I'm not counting on it."

He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that sparks a low hum in my belly.

"I'm Cassian. Cassian Cross."

Of course he'd have a hot name. It's evident in the soft pout of his lips and the heat of his stare.

"So...who's the lucky guy?" His jaw tightens, eyes on my fingers.

I know I should have taken the damn thing off.

"He's...not so lucky anymore."

His eyes glint.

"That'll make me the new lucky guy."

My heart flutters. Is he...flirting with me?

"That's very confident of you."

"At least you didn't call me a liar. We're getting somewhere."

"You can't prove that."

He leans forward, flame dancing in his eyes.

"I know you were checking me out upstairs."

My throat clamps shut.

"I wasn't-"

"Shhh...it's okay. I'd stare if I were you."

Oh this audacious little-

Blood rushes to my face. He just sits there, reveling in my discomfort.

"Don't flatter yourself. You might not be my type, after all."

"Is that a dare, Nina?" His voice lowers, eyes dark.

My mouth goes cotton dry. Don't do it. Don't poke the bear.

"What if it is? Worried you'd give out too early?"

I'm past thinking. I want him to claim me. Every inch, every breath, every beat of my broken heart.

I want him to make me forget. Just one night. What could possibly go wrong?

He towers over me, eyes everywhere but my face.

"I'll be upstairs. Follow me, if you dare."

He halts by the stairs, a dark smile curling his lips.

"When you chicken out, just let me know. I'll take the couch."

Then he's gone.

Outside, the storm rages harder. Wind billows through parted curtains. A cold breeze snakes up my skin.

My fingers grip the counter, heart hammering in my chest.

This is spiraling out of control. No.

I won't get under one man to get over another.

Fuck this. I'm single, I'm graduating, and I deserve a night of reckless passion.

***********

I scale up the stairs, convincing myself that this is right. One night stands are totally normal.

I'm not a stuck up bitch. I want this.

I turn-

And run smack into his hard chest. My feet kiss the air, body reeling backwards.

For a second my life flashes before my eyes, then I'm in his arms, pressed up against his frame.

"Whoa! That was close. You should be more careful next time, angel. I'm not going anywhere."

A loose strand of hair falls into his face. A faint stubble dots his chin. I ache to brush my fingers against that rough patch.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. My breasts press against his chest, and for a second I swear our heartbeats sync.

"You were coming back for me." My voice trembles.

"To make sure you don't chicken out."

He leans in until our foreheads touch, and I'm five seconds away from melting into a puddle.

His breath fans hot against my face, and I smell him-sandalwood and cinnamon-the perfect recipe for disaster.

"Kiss me." He whispers.

My eyes flutter shut. I can't breathe. Can't think. I only feel him. Only smell him.

So I rise on my tiptoes, arms snaking around his neck.

His lips crush mine, and I feel myself melting.

Just like that, I'm kissing the hot stranger.

He saved me. Now he's ruining me.

And I can't decide which feels better.

NINA'S POV

Somewhere between his breath and my heartbeat, the storm outside stills.

Rain drums gently against the window, muffling my moans as I completely melt in his arms.

I cling to him like he's oxygen, breath ragged as he pulls me closer into him.

He tastes like whiskey and rain.

It's intoxicating - reckless enough to feel like freedom.

His tongue grazes my lips, hot and seeking. I let him in. Let him taste me.

His fingers snake around my throat. He breaks our kiss, eyes glazed with heat.

For a second I can catch my breath. Then he leans in, lips grazing my chin.

"Last chance, Nina. Leave while you still can."

He says it like he can ruin me. Maybe he can. This man, with his heated gaze and whiskey breath and strong hands around my waist.

"You don't want me to leave," I whisper, and maybe I don't want to either.

Fucked if I run from this. My fingers graze his shirt, trailing down his chest.

I feel him stiffen, muscles rippling under his shirt.

"And what do you want?"

I don't hesitate.

"You. I want you to make me forget."

Knots form in my throat. Tomorrow I'll go back to my apartment. To the mess that is my life.

But tonight? Tonight I'm his to claim. To own.

He hooks a thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze.

"Careful what you wish for." He leans in, voice low "I'm very hard to erase."

"Oh yeah? How hard?" I whisper.

His hand covers mine, guiding it below his belt.

A gasp escapes me as my palm grazes his hardness.

"How hard do you think?" His voice rumbles low, like a threat.

My belly sings in anticipation - he's going to fill me, completely.

Soon I won't feel this ache anymore. Soon I'll forget my name and moan his.

His lips claim mine again. Fireworks explode in my belly as he lowers me into the silk sheets.

The air smells of rain and dust and him. I'm intoxicated. I'm alive.

But we're just getting started. I thought I had felt it all - experienced everything with Jason. But when he plants a kiss on my belly, I come undone.

His lips torture me all the way to my inner thighs, and I forget how to breathe.

"Oh...I don't..."

"Easy, my darling. I've got you." His breath fans hot against my panties.

The words should calm me, but they only make me fall faster.

My heartbeat races. I've never done this before.

I lean up on my elbows. I want to watch him take me.

His eyes gleam up at me.

"Giving up already?" He purrs, thumb grazing my clit.

"I don't -"

A shiver ripples through me. He lifts my legs gently, pressing kisses from my knees to my feet.

Then my legs are on his shoulder, and my panties are coming off.

His eyes never leave mine, like a predator circling its prey. I know he's going to ruin me. The eyes never lie.

My legs part for him. My back arches off the bed when his lips graze my clit.

"Don't you run from me now." His hands circle my waist, pinning me under his lips.

I can't. I'm writhing, shivering as his tongue moves hot inside me.

I met this man five hours ago and he's eating me out like he's known me forever.

And I'm loving every second of it.

His tongue circles my clit, making it harder to stay calm. My chest heaves, nipples tightening.

Every lap of his tongue, every kiss of his lips draws me closer to the edge.

I'm squealing, damn near tipping over the edge when I say it.

One word. One name.

"Jason..."

My face blooms red. How stupid.

For a moment Cassian's eyes hold no emotion, and I steel myself, ready to leave when he asks me to.

"Who's Jason?"

My mouth goes cotton dry. I should bail out of here. But I don't.

"He's...my ex. I'm sorry. It just -"

"Just what?" His voice darkens.

He's mad at me. He's -

Unzipping his fly. I blink, brain fogging.

He's so big. So thick and veiny.

My body pulses, thighs clenching.

"Tell me something, Nina, does Jason feel like this?" He growls as his dick rubs my clit.

I suck in a breath, heat swirling in my stomach.

"Um..."

"That's a no?" He chuckles darkly, teasing my wet slit.

"Please..." my voice trembles, breaking between gasps.

He's drawing out my ache, and loving every second of it.

"Use your words, angel. Cat got your tongue?"

My words form in my throat just as he pushes inside me, hard and deep.

I cry out, insides quaking.

He's so hard. So hot.

I can't think.

"Fuck...Cassian -"

"Yes, princess, that is my name." His fingers snake around my throat, forcing me to look at him. To watch him destroy me.

Every stroke feels like sin, and yet every thrust convinces me it's the only thing that's ever felt right.

My legs circle his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

He leans down to kiss me, lips covering mine as his thrusts get faster.

My moans spill free, and he swallows them all, claiming every gasp like his oxygen.

My body quivers as my orgasm builds up. I'm pulsing hard around him, tears blurring my vision when he slows.

"You're in my gut..." I whimper, toes curling. My nails dig into his back, desperate for balance as I tip over the edge.

"Please don't stop. I'm..."

Coming. Hard.

"Did I give you permission?" He seethes, wrapping both hands around my throat and pounding harder.

I'm begging, pleading, cumming even more. He doesn't stop. He grinds up against my g-spot and it takes everything not to scream.

His cocky smile fades into heated desire when I tighten around him. He's pulsing inside me, breath ragged.

"Nina..."

"Do it. You know you want to." I tease, brushing my lips against his.

My fingers comb through his hair as his body tenses. I feel him - every inch of him - throbbing inside me, hot as he cums.

He plants kisses to my neck as I purr in satisfaction.

Tomorrow, I'll regret this. But tonight, regret can wait.

I just had sex with this hot stranger to get over my fiancé. That's the best decision I've made this year.

And when Jason sees me again, I'll make sure he knows I'm not the woman he can just break.

Tomorrow, I'll hate myself for this. But tonight, I learned something Jason never taught me - how it feels to be wanted.