Page 2 of Claimed by my Stepbrother

At this moment, a glimpse of a future with her flashes before my eyes. I’ve spent my life committed to my bachelor status, but she’s the kind of girl that could make me change my mind. Or maybe…she already has. I’m thinking too damn much and my body is going haywire. I discreetly rub my sweaty palms on my trousers and adjust the inseam. She’s my stepsister, after all. I have to keep it cool.

“Are you Gabrielle?” I ask, realizing instantly that it was a stupid question. I can’t just stand her staring at her. I have to say something to break the ice…and ignore that swelling against my zipper.

“Why? Do you have other girls in other wings I should know about?”

“Be nice, Princess,” I tell her. She may have me tied in knots, but I’m still the boss.

“Yes, I’m Gabrielle. Gabby. You must be Giovanni. I didn’t think our paths would ever cross.” She approaches me with her arms outstretched, and I wait for her to wrap them around my neck before pulling her body against mine.

Ah, fuck.

She smells like vanilla cream mixed with berries, and it takes all the strength I have to keep from helping myself for a taste. She’s my little stepsister, which makes her off-limits. She’s hugging me because that’s the family thing to do, but this little touch short-circuits my brain. It doesn’t stop my mind from flipping through images of all the dirty things I’d like to do to her.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask her, trying to wash away the dirty images before my cock creeps up her leg all on its own.

“I’m cooking. I got bored so I figured I’d make some food.”

“We have a cook, and my staff can pick up take-out for you from anywhere you’d like.”

“I know, but I wanted to try this on my own,” she shrugs.

“What are you making, exactly?” I pluck a ball of wet dough from the counter.

“Spaghetti Bolognese.” She looks at the mess and does her best to look confident about her abilities, but she fails.

“Spaghetti what?”

“Spaghetti Bolognese. Why?”

I can’t hide the smirk on my face. She really does need to get out and experience some Italian culture or next she’ll be ordering cans of SpaghettiOs.

“What’s so funny?” she asks but I shake it off, remembering the reason I was looking for her in the first place.

“I’ll tell you what isn’t funny, little girl. You don’t go behind my back to complain about me to… to the parents. I’m the boss here, and if you have a problem, you come to me. You tell me upfront. Is that clear?”

“So, I’m not allowed to tell my mother about how you’ve completely ignored me since I got here?”

The way she stiffens up and tries to look tough at all of five-foot-two is adorable, but I have a point to make so I step over to her and stare down into her eyes. She breathes out deeply, waiting for my response. I linger, looming for just a few seconds longer before wrapping my hands around her upper arms and grazing her skin with my thumb. Her eyes grow wide as the color washes out of her face. Her breath quickens and I steal a quick glance at her tits as they rise and fall under her sheer shirt.

“I’m the boss, Princess. If you want something, you come to me. Clear?”

Wide-eyed and practically panting, she nods her head.

“Good. Now, go get dressed for dinner. It’s time you had a traditional Italian meal.”

“But what about this?” she asks, gazing at the mess she’s created.

“We’ll burn it down and build a new kitchen. I said go get dressed.” Without thinking, I reach out and slap her square on the ass. She practically leaps out of her skin and puts her hand on her butt. She looks back at me with red cheeks and a sheepish grin then rushes out the door.

This sweet little thing is barely legal. I could be her father, and yet I could see myself investing a whole lot of my time and energy into her. Maybe I shouldn’t have put my hands on her like that. You know, the whole playing with fire thing. But I tell myself there’s no law against playing with forbidden fruit as long as you don’t eat it.

I almost laughed out loud. Who am I kidding? I don’t just want to play with her. I want to consume her. Make her know she belongs to only me…because she will.

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MEETING MY STEPBROTHER

GABBY

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