FIERCED 1: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

It takes a superhuman effort and then some to summon enough force to shove at the solid curve of his pectorals.

“What part of don't is foreign to you?”

He rises up of his own volition, my strength delivers zero effect on his rock solid torso.

“Excuse me, my mistake,” he grits. “I have no need to force a woman.”

Fuck, I see the hurt beneath the pride. I've used that ruse enough times myself.

“We can't. My father. Your mother. It's. Just. Wrong.”

“It felt kinda fucking right to me but, your call
Principessa
, as always.”

With that he's gone from the room leaving me gasping and aching and full of regret that only inner explosion will dissipate. I call his name in a soft moan which of course he doesn’t hear. He's well on his way back to Blonde Starlet by now.

Chapter SIX

I gather myself, press my swollen hungry breast back into my swanky frock and exit the closet. A passing bodyguard smirks and pretends not to.

Sure enough Rocco is at the bar again and this time he's not acting cool. He's letting her know he's all in and she's firing back on all cylinders. They may as well get a room because the heat coming off them is intense and sets me ablaze. I cannot be jealous of my fucking brother. Just keep bringing to mind the fact that he's my brother and replace every image of him trailing his beautiful firm tongue across my pussy.

But I can't.

My eyes keep flicking back across the room  to Rocco and Starlet, picturing the two of them and what they'll be doing in a very short time. Her in my place. Her panting and begging for more, harder, as his massive cock plunges in and out of her tight pussy. It should be me. I want to run over and rip her away from him, where she's pressing her sloppy big tits against the curved bulge of his muscle. I want to give her three swift kicks in her skinny leg the way Rocco fisted Ryan's jaw.

They look out across the crowd as they flirt. Joking and laughing, letting everyone in on their rising hunger. Get a fucking broom closet. I hate him. I hate her. I hate the whole world.

“Have you seen Rocco,” Monica's beside me looking all around for her beloved son.

With an incline of my head I indicate the pair on the raised dais bar.

“Oh he's such a babe magnet, ever since he was a little boy he's always been one for the girls. I must interrupt them and say goodbye. Wish him a safe journey and try not to worry.”

“He's leaving already?” I snap.

“Later tonight. Another raid into Africa.”

“Oh. Another mission?”

“Your father told you? Yes. Terribly dangerous. There's a militia group in North Africa that kidnap bikers riding across the Sahara. I hate him going but those poor children need medicine and he's got something special to do for your father. But I guess we shouldn’t talk about state secrets, especially not here. We girls have to wait at home and be brave.”

Brave isn't the word for it. Rocco would he haunting all my fantasies and spoiling my chances in the unlikely event that any more Ryans came along.

“We'll have the chance to hang and get to know each other, two girls together,” Monica says as she turns her botox up in the attempt at a courageous smile.

I shouldn't be so bitchy about Monica. I can see she's trying to do her best at playing the step mom role but it hurts like a knife to my whimpering heart. And now my only supporter is leaving.

Why the fuck did I turn him away? If only I'd known, if he'd told me he was leaving and no one would find out about us, things would have been very, very different.

When I'm lying alone in bed, no way am I sleeping tonight or ever again. Pushing back all the invasive pictures of Starlet in my place, I see Rocco crossing the desert on his bike, leading the pack, the roar of the bikes echoing across the barren land for miles around. I see him facing insurgent rebels carrying machine guns and winning, getting the essential medical supplies to the kids in the border camps.

I see him coming back and falling into bed on top of me, a deep wound in his shoulder as nothing. A mere scratch as he pours whiskey from a bottle on the bedside table into the wound. Despite his weakened state he's still full of power and flips my body over to pull me tight into his chest. The heat burns off him right through my pores.

Then he rolls us both so I'm on my knees, face down in the tussle of sheets. He kneels up tall behind me looking down at my open sex spread before him. His eyes blaze with lust and the relish of what he's considering he'll do to me. I can see, through the triangular opening between my thighs, his enormous perfect cock swaying in front of him.

The livid thrill of taking that gorgeous hard pole in my mouth makes me shiver. But he prevents me. Fisting my hair and holding my head still as he strokes the full length of his prick and continues to indulge his eyes with my glistening pussy.

Then he bends his huge rod toward my opening and swirls the head in my juices, tracing circles around my quivering clit. With expert positioning, he's at my entrance and ramming through the tightness to fill me up to the hilt. My gasp is awestruck and I press down into the bed to steady myself against him and push back.

I grind back into him with every thrust. He holds his full length buried inside me while I rotate my pelvis enough to grind circles with my cervix on his head, as though it might open and let him deeper inside, filling me harder and stretching me further open to him.

I want him all the way inside. I will never get him deep enough inside my body. I groan as his cock shaves all the way out. Now it's his turn to rotate his pelvis as he toys his head just inside my opening sending delicious ripples of bliss through me before ramming all the way in again. He saws in and out keeping a deep plunging rhythm and the feel of his velvet steel stroking my inner walls makes me spasm, pushing me right to the edge.

I'm holding myself on the precipice of mindlessness. My hands are in my folds. I've stretched my lips apart unable to bear the throb between my legs as I vividly picture Rocco plundering me with his steel pole. I'm rubbing along the ridges of my clit, astounded at the dripping wetness my imagination has conjured. Rocco has brought about this soaking of my folds, the juices are pouring out of me as I see him flip me over and plunge right into my pussy once more barely missing a stroke.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” I moan.

If only this were real. I need his broad chest above me, his thick thighs against my ass as he slams into me, his firm balls slapping at my crevasse. But it can never be. Aside from like this. Rocco vivid in my imagination enlivens no shame. I can feel him plunder my tight tunnel and cover my body with his exploring firm lips every day forever but this magical fantasy will never come true.

My climax is pooling and gathering. I feel it building and I hold my breath for the explosion. I'm mindless with delirium ready to go over the edge. My hips buck as the jerking convulsions begin and are arrested when a hand cups the back of my head. The force bends my neck to lift my skull from the bed and shove it inside a black sack.

My scream is muffled in the thick fabric – sackcloth? No it's softer. It could be the reverse side of velvet. What the fuck?

The bottom of the bag is lifted just enough for burly coarse fingers to shove tape across my lips. Grinding it into the soft skin ensuring my silence.  Definitely not screaming now.

Strong arms wrap around me, strapping my two hands in place, still buried in my pussy as I'm lifted and transported hell knows where.

So this is it.

All the planning, briefings, security warnings and jesting with regard to me being abducted and it's finally come to pass. My body is roiling with emotions impossible to name in my darting mind. My heart thounding a hole in my chest as my blood surges. Part terror adrenalin part the incredible need to come.

Holy fuck, who the fuck needs to climax at the exact moment of their kidnapping? Could my abductor not have waited a minute longer? Does he realize the show he's missing? He's holding me under one arm like a Raggedy Ann at the same time as picking up things in my bedroom. Dropping them. Is he packing me a fucking overnight bag?

Will it be one night or more that I'm disappeared? Sometimes people are held to ransom for years before they're finally killed. Oh Christ. Adrenalin gushes into my body and fear crushes my chest preventing the smallest gasps of air from entering. Breathe just breathe that's all that matters. I'm trying to recall my training but my mind is a fireball.

After jostling with stairs and doors, I'm tossed, not as roughly as I'd expected into a vehicle. The slamming of two, three doors and firing ignition. We're driving away to fuck knows where? Who is it taking me?

I guess it hardly matters. There are so many gangs and desperadoes in Europe and beyond, not to mention the mafia here in Italy. The daughter of a prominent government official is the perfect target to garner publicity for any cause. Or it could be purely about the money. If I'd wondered whether my father cared enough to send out a ransom for my return, I guess I'm about to find out now.

The Adventure Continues . . .

Follow the passionate relationship of Lisa and Rocco in part 2 of FIERCED

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Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them