A Stepbrother for Christmas: The Hard and Dirty Holidays (3 page)

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A weight settled on me. My eyes flew open. Red hair, blue eyes. Niles had his hand over my mouth.

“Be quiet, Anna. Let’s not wake our parents.”

Panic rose in my throat, but I didn’t make a sound. He removed his hand and stroked through my hair.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

He leaned in, his lips so close to mine. “I just wanted to apologize and do it right this time.”

“You call this doing it
right
?”

He laughed, low and seductive. “I saw the way you looked at me. And I’ve read your diary, remember? I know this is how you want it.”

I drew a hand from under the sheet to slap him but he caught my wrist and pinned it to the bed. My heart pumped double time and my clit began to tingle. He was right. This – what he was doing – was my kryptonite. I’d always had fantasies of being forced. No one had been able to deliver. That’s why all my relationships ended. But the fear mixing with exhilaration in my veins told me that Niles could give it to me.

“So let me make it up to you. Let me be your fantasy.” He bent his head to my neck and nipped at my skin lightly.

I couldn’t tell if I was in a dream or a nightmare. Perhaps a mix of both.

Could I do this? When he fastened his lips to my jugular and sucked, I arched to him. Yes, I could do this. That seemed to be all the answer he needed. He got to his knees and ripped my blankets away. He was shirtless, his tan skin smooth and beautiful in the low light.

Am I insane?

He grabbed my panties, fisting the material in his palm and ripping. I made a surprised sound and he was on top of me again, his hand slapped over my mouth.

“Not a sound,” he rasped in my ear.

He reached down with his other hand and before long, I felt his head at my entrance. I was so wet, from the moment I awoke to find him holding me down, to now. The sensation of his tip pushing into my innermost flesh thrilled me more deeply than I thought possible. He took a fistful of my hair in one hand and kept the other clapped over my mouth.

Even in the darkness of the room, I could see the intense look in his eyes. He was a predator and it was time to take what was his.
Holy shit.

‘Scared, little slut?”

I nodded even as my pussy clenched at his dark tone.

“You don’t even know scared.” He pushed inside me, his hips surging forward.

I cried out against his hand at the quick pain and the flood of pleasure. He gave me only a second to adjust before he was pounding into me, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. I loved every stroke, every impact, every exhale of his breath as I moaned against his hand.

His mouth was at my earlobe, licking and biting. “I know you want this cock. Your slippery little cunt told me so.”

He punished me, making my pussy wetter and plumper with his rough treatment. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his surging back. The pain along my scalp only made everything more real, more blindingly erotic. He bit down on my neck and I shuddered beneath him, pleasure covering my senses like a net.

My hips were already seizing, getting closer and closer to the ecstasy his body promised. With each hard stroke, he jarred my clit further and further toward the edge.

“Are you going to come, slut?”

His dirty talk caused a sensory overload. My moans into his hand intensified as my throbbing pussy made it clear I was on the verge of sweet release. I had never gotten so high so fast before. He was like a shot of adrenaline, waking my body up from a long sleep.

He locked eyes with mine, owning my body, my mind. His jaw was tense, his eyes fierce.

“Fucking. Hot. Cunt.” He punctuated each word with an even harder stroke.

I froze, my body seizing as my pussy contracted and spasmed, holding onto his cock as he continued his punishing pace.

“That’s right. Come for me,” he grated into my ear. Then he grunted, low and masculine. His cock kicked inside me and he shoved as deep as he could. He gave a few more smooth strokes before pulling his hand from my mouth.

I gasped in deep gulps of air as he collapsed on top of me, his cock still embedded in my pussy.

“Holy shite, Anna.”

“Oh my god. Oh. My. God.” It was all I could say, all I could think. I was suddenly religious after his cock showed me the light.

He dropped kisses along the spots where he’d bitten me earlier. “I’m afraid I’ve left a few marks.”

His mouth was delicious on my stinging skin. He met my eyes, the predatory gaze gone. He was soft now, caring – more so than he’d ever been when we were younger.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Oh, yes. Yes, you did. In the best possible way.
“No. I’m fine. Really. That was just so…”

What was it? I didn’t quite have a metaphor for what being rough fucked by your loathsome stepbrother was truly like.

“I know.” He brushed his lips over mine so softly – our first real kiss.

Then he rose. When his cock slid out, a frustrated sound caught in my throat.

“More, Anna?” He laughed, low and sensual. “Don’t get greedy on me. I have two weeks to make it all up to you.”

He pulled his pajama pants up and backed off the bed.

In the low light he looked like a dark sex god, one that could make my deepest desires come true. Hadn’t he?

He disappeared into the bathroom and clicked his door closed with a quietly called “goodnight.”

Chapter Four

Niles

My heart raced as I lay back down. Her scent was still on my body, and I knew it would color my dreams with her. Of all the things I’d done in my life, creeping into her room was by far the ballsiest. My cock hardened just remembering how she looked when she was asleep. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her t-shirt and her dark hair streamed next to her on the pillow. She was gorgeous, far more beautiful than I remembered.

I strummed my fingers across my chest. What did I remember? I remembered being a total tool to her. She was right. Everything she felt or thought about me came from experience and I couldn’t blame her for it. But then she’d let me take her somewhere I could tell she’d never been before.

The words from her diary came piling into my mind as I’d lain awake and listened to her get ready for bed.

I had my first time last night with Gill. It was short, but he tried to be sweet about it.

Gill and I had another fight. He wanted to do it again, but I asked him to do what I wanted. Pull my hair. Do it really hard. Make it feel like he was taking something from me. He freaked out.

Gill and I broke up. He said I was sick for wanting what I wanted. He said I’d never find a man who would treat me like that short of bondage freaks.

If I knew where Gill lived, I would have been more than happy to go there and beat him senseless for touching her, for starters. For finishers, I would stomp the shit out of him for making her feel like anything other than the amazing woman she was. But who was I to do any of that? I had no doubt I’d made Anna feel worse about herself than Gill ever could.

I turned over on my side and stared out the window at the falling snow and the all-encompassing darkness. I closed my eyes, her beautiful body imprinted on the insides of my eyelids. I couldn’t erase the past, but I could make it up to her in the present.

***

I’d slept better than I had in months. I dressed and went down to breakfast.

I took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. I didn’t know what to expect. My palms were damp and I wished I’d checked to see if Annalise was still in her room. Her door was closed, though, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be welcome.

Howie sat in the doorway, blocking my path and demanding attention. I had to give it to him. He was a great dog – smart and loyal. I scratched his head and let him give me a few good licks on the cheek. Once satisfied, he trotted into the kitchen to look for any surprise human food that may have been dropped.

I followed to find Ellen, Dad, and Annalise all talking and laughing as Annalise tried to make pancakes. I winced at her technique. The finished product would definitely be crunchy given the amount of egg shell she was dripping into the batter.

When she noticed me, she looked up and pink spread along her cheeks. She looked like a winter wet dream. Long dark hair free down her back and her body encased in warm, white layers—form-fitting pants with a fleece top and a turtleneck beneath it. I was glad she thought to hide the marks on her neck. It might be difficult to explain to our parents how she managed to get a set of love bites overnight.

My heart sped up and banged against my ribs as she smiled at me. It was somehow shy despite what we’d shared the night before. Beautiful beyond belief, all the same.

Ellen cleared her throat and I realized I’d been gawking for an awkward amount of time.

I recovered under Ellen’s gaze. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“Anna is cooking some delicious pancakes. Quite fabulous, no doubt.” Dad winked at me.

“Looking forward to it. Can I help?”

“Go ahead and set the table.” Ellen looked between me and Anna, as if unsure whether we would start sparring again.

It depended on Annalise. Her beautiful smile told me one thing, but I didn’t know if her mouth would tell me another. After all, it was only one night and I had years and years to make up for. The thought made me grin.

“What’s gotten into you this morning?” Dad clapped me on the back and sank into his chair.

“Just glad to be back Stateside I guess.”

“It grows on you, doesn’t it? I don’t miss much – maybe hot cross buns and tea time – but this—” he waved his hand toward the women in the kitchen “—is far better than anything I could have ever imagined. Worth it, yeah?”

For the first time, I actually agreed with him on the point. One glance back at the snow white dream in the kitchen cemented it. I was happy to be back, and the reason was making a mess of pancake batter.

“Yeah.” I sat down and watched Ellen try, and fail, to teach Annalise how to prepare breakfast. Ellen eventually took over and Annalise came and sat at the table with us.

She tucked a dark lock behind her ear and sipped at a steaming mug of coffee.

“Ready?” Dad unfolded his newspaper.

“We’re not still doing that are we?” Annalise asked, mock exasperation in her tone.

“Well, if you can’t handle it anymore. American education ruining your mind and all that, then I suppose I’ll have to represent the dark blue and handle the crossword myself.” Dad drew a stub pencil from his pocket.

“Pencil?” Annalise snorted. “Amateur.” She scooted her chair closer to his and they went to work.

This brought back memories. The two of them, both with their brows wrinkled in concentration, every Sunday morning. I’d hated it when I was younger, the way Dad somehow had a bond with Annalise that he never had with me. Now I realized it was a good thing. Their bond was strong, something different yet somehow the same as my bond with him.

“That’s not even a word.” Annalise laughed, the sound smoothing away the bad memories and leaving only butterflies darting around in my stomach.

Ellen came in carrying a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. “Eat up. I might think twice about the pancakes, though.”

“Oh, come on, Mom. I’m sure they’re fine.” Annalise paused the crossword and started serving out the food. When she took her first bite of pancake, she brought her napkin up and spit the bite right back out.

Laughter filled the dining room.

“Oh, shut up, all of you.” Annalise smiled despite her words. The daggers from the previous night’s dinner were gone. Instead, she was radiant, happy.

I may have given Howie a few bites of my pancake. He didn’t seem to mind the consistency.

We had a good breakfast, discussing the skiing and shopping we planned for the day. I intended to ski. The slopes were calling, the bitter wind from the previous day having died down overnight. The sun was out, making all the white gleam to a blinding shine.

“Well, I intend to hit Main Street.” Ellen put the last of the plates in the sink. “Hard.”

“Oh, dear.” Dad kissed her on the top of her head. “I can already feel my pockets getting lighter.”

“You coming, Anna?” Ellen asked.

“I think I’m ready to stretch my legs and do some skiing. It’s been a while.” She shimmied past where I stood in the doorframe. Her heat was there for a second and then gone, leaving me wanting. Her hair smelled like an intoxicating floral bouquet. It lingered in my nose, stealing any thoughts I’d had for a second.

“I think maybe I’ll shop with you today.” Dad said and draped his hands around her shoulders.

“You just want to keep me on a credit card leash.”

Dad smiled. “Even so, my love.”

I followed Annalise into the front hallway. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and donned her ski gear. I followed suit, insulating myself against the invigorating chill. The chalet was close to the gondola, so we went ahead and put on our ski boots.

I kept watching her move, the seductive lines of her body. I wished we were somewhere more private where I could be stripping her clothes off instead of the other way around. She avoided my gaze though I could see the color in her cheeks. It set me on fire.

Ellen and Dad bustled in behind us and threw on their jackets and scarves.

“Well, we’re off. Be careful out on the slopes, kids.” Ellen gave each of us a kiss on the cheek before taking Dad’s arm and heading down the stairs. The door swung closed behind them, leaving Annalise and I alone.

I’d reached for the skis, my hand already resting on them. But when I lifted them, she looked up. Her gaze met mine and I saw the sudden blaze. I dropped the skis and took her in my arms before pressing a possessive kiss on her lips. She tried to back away, to escape me.
Not happening.
I squeezed her in my arms and forced her lips apart, pushing my tongue deeply into her mouth.

She beat at my sides, trying to escape my grasp. I pushed her away and turned her around before slamming her back into my chest and wrapping one hand around her throat. I worked my fingers under her turtleneck so it was skin on skin contact and tightened my grip. In one rough move, I shoved my hand down her pants and into her panties.

Just as I suspected, her panties were already soaked.

“Niles, please.”

I tightened my hand until she was barely breathing and leaning against me as I swirled my fingers around her hot, wet clit. I slipped a finger inside her and her pussy clenched me in tighter. I didn’t want it to be my finger. I needed it to be my cock that was already throbbing hard as a rock in my pants.

“Be a good girl for me,” I whispered in her ear. “If you run, I’ll catch you and punish you.”

I stroked her clit harder. “Are you going to be good?”

She nodded. I released her throat and dropped to my knees so her ass was at eye level. I gripped her pants and panties and ripped them down her legs, revealing her beautiful plump ass. I yanked them all the way down past her knees. I needed my mouth buried in her sweet pussy lips, her juices running down my throat.

“Bend over.”

She didn’t move. I ran my hand up her leg, inner thigh, and then forced it into her wet heat. She squealed at the intrusion. I’d never felt anything more perfect.

“Over, Anna. Right now or you won’t like what happens next.” What happened next would be me balls deep in her pussy while I rough fucked her against the front door as she screamed.

Slowly, she obeyed.

“Good girl.”

The further over she went, the more her pussy opened up to me. I removed my fingers from her and put a hand on either side of her ass. Her asshole was a little hidden flower right above her glistening pussy.

I couldn’t control myself. I buried my face in her ass, and licked all of the wrinkled skin around her tight hole. I snaked my tongue down to her cunt to get a taste and licked her asshole as she moaned and shuddered. My cock strained against my pants, demanding to be inside where my tongue held sway.

She trembled, squeals turning to moans as my tongue pushed inside her wet heat. She gripped me, her body making promises my cock was desperate to take her up on. I slid my tongue even farther, to the hot bud desperate for attention. She jerked when I started flicking it, teasing it.

I gripped her thighs, not caring what sort of marks I was leaving. She was mine. I would mark her any way I wanted. I wanted to make her come like that, but my cock would not be denied any longer. After a few more licks I stood and grabbed her around the waist. I pushed her forward onto the stairs and ripped her pants and panties the rest of the way off. She was totally bare, her pussy swollen and ready. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.

I pulled her up by her hair and stripped her shirt off before gripping the back of her bra and yanking the material apart.

“Niles!”

I ignored her protest and shucked the bra off. Then I reached around and palmed both her tits as I fastened my teeth at her neck. She tasted sweet and slightly salty, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat. I would cover her with more than that.

I kneaded her tits and then grabbed the hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I twisted and pinched. She shuddered and moaned as I licked up her neck and made even more love bites along her fair skin. I switched to her other side, all the while still squeezing and pinching her. Once satisfied I’d marked her, I released her and pushed her down.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes a euphoric mix of desire and fear. She was perfectly situated one stair up, her pussy ready for my cock. I moved to her and pressed my head to her folds. She froze for a moment then took off. One stair, then another. I was on top of her in seconds. When I captured her, she cried out, the sound going straight to my cock.

“Niles, don’t,” she said, but her pussy was hot and wet. I knew she wanted it. I knew she wanted me to take it.

I gripped her hips hard. She needed to understand she was mine now. When we were together like this, I owned her. I raised a hand and brought it down on her ass with a loud crack. She squealed, and I was pleased to see my red handprint on her skin. I did it again, marking her other perfect ass cheek and she let out a strangled scream.

“I own you, Anna. All of you.” I slapped her again, another cry from her lips.