Page 11 of Curvy Girl for the Stepbrother

Ethan

The sun beats down on the crowded pool deck, the air thick with chatter and laughter. I scan the area, searching for a glimpse of auburn hair and lush curves.

There.

By the bar, Lila throws her head back, laughing at something a guy standing next to her says.

Red hot jealousy surges through my veins. The tall, muscular guy leans in closer, his hand brushing her bare shoulder.

Oh hell no.

I don’t know who this fuck is, and I don’t care.

In a few quick strides, I'm at her side, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. "Hey sis," I murmur, loud enough for him to hear. "Who's your friend?"

Lila tenses, shooting me a warning look. "This is Jake. We have lit class together."

"Jake." I give him a tight smile, my tone dripping with false friendliness. "Mind if I steal my sister for a bit? We need to...talk."

Without waiting for a response, I pull Lila flush against me and all but drag her back into the house. She struggles, hissing at me to let go. But my grip only tightens as I yank open the door to the first empty room I find.

The moment we're alone, I push her up against the wall, caging her in with my arms. Fire rages in my veins as I rake my eyes over her scantily clad body.

Mine. All mine.

"You've been a very bad girl, Lila," I rasp, trailing one finger down her trembling throat. "Avoiding me. Flirting with other guys. Looks like someone needs a reminder of who she belongs to..."

Lila

My heart hammers wildly against my ribcage as Ethan looms over me, his eyes dark with lust and fury. The heat of his hard body seeps into my skin, making me tremble with forbidden desire.

"I wasn't flirting," I protest weakly, even as arousal coils tight in my belly. "We were just talking."

"Don't lie to me," he growls, fisting a hand in my hair and yanking my head back. I gasp at the sharp sting. "You're mine, Lila. No one else gets to fucking touch you. Got it?"

I should be outraged by his possessiveness, his complete disregard for my autonomy. But god help me, it only turns me on more. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my bikini top, begging for his touch.

"I don't belong to you," I whisper, even as my body betrays me, arching into him. "What we did...it can't happen again. It's wrong?—"

His lips crash against mine, swallowing my feeble protests. He kisses me with bruising force, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. Owning me.

I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as I surrender to the consuming heat. He groans into my mouth, pressing his hard length against my stomach.

“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t belong to me when I feel how wet this pussy gets for me. You are mine. Do you understand me?”

All I can do is gasp as he presses his erection harder into me.

"Feel that, baby?" he rasps against my swollen lips. "Feel how hard I am for you? I've been going crazy, not being able to touch you, taste you. I need to be inside you. Now."

His hands roughly yank down the ties of my bikini bottoms. The scrap of fabric falls to the floor as he shoves two fingers between my thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he groans, stroking my slick folds. "So wet and ready for me, aren't you? Dirty girl."

"Ethan," I whimper, grinding shamelessly against his skilled fingers. "Please..."

"Please what?" He nips sharply at my bottom lip. "Tell me what you need, Lila. Beg for it."

My cheeks flush with humiliation and arousal. I'm never this wanton, this needy. Only he can reduce me to this quivering mess of desire.

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