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  Stepbrother Demands (His Twisted Game, Book Two)

  By Chloe Hawk

  Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  COLE

  I knew the words were wrong before I even said them. But I didn’t care.

  Being in bed with Avery last night, feeling her body close to mine, having her hands on my skin – it was too much temptation. And I didn’t do well with temptation.

  Temptation, to me, was a wasted emotion. I had enough money and good looks to get whatever I wanted. What was the point of staying away from something that would give me pleasure?

  It’s wrong, Cole. She’s your stepsister.

  So? I argued with myself. Step wasn’t real sister.

  You can’t expect her to strip for you. You can’t make that kind of demand -- that you get access to her body if she wants to live with you. She’s in trouble, Cole. It’s sick and twisted and fucked up.

  The voice in my head was making sense, but I gave about this many fucks. And that’s to say, zero. I didn’t care.

  Avery was in front of me, dressed in a tight little pair of jeans that showed off her round ass and full hips. Her hair fell in curls around her shoulders, and her tits were shoved into a t-shirt so tight I was afraid she was going to come busting out of it.

  I ran my finger over the top of her skin where her shirt met her bra, letting my finger dip down just a tiny bit.

  She shivered.

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Cole, I can’t… that’s ridiculous.” She took a step back from me and laughed nervously. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to pretend I was joking.

  But I wasn’t joking. I was dead serious.

  I moved toward her until her back was up against my office door. “I’m not joking, Avery,” I said. “If you want to stay with me, I get to see you naked. Now strip.”

  She bit her lip, and a look that was half excitement, half panic filled her eyes. It was wrong on so many levels, the fact that she was my sister, the fact that what I was doing could be considered sexual harassment, the fact that I was getting off on telling her what to do.

  But I didn’t care.

  I wanted her.

  My desire for her knew no bounds, or limits, had no interest in what was right or wrong.

  I ran my index finger over her bottom lip.

  “Avery,” I said, my voice calm. “Take off your clothes.”

  AVERY

  I hated him.

  I hated him because he was gorgeous and sexy and rich and most of all, because he left me when he was the only thing I had.

  But right now, standing here in his office, I hated him because I wanted him.

  I loved the way he was talking to me, loved that he was being forceful and demanding with me. The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he was acting like he knew he was going to end up getting what he wanted – all of it swirled together into an ache that permeated my whole body.

  “I’m not taking off my clothes for you,” I said, but my voice was weak.

  He seemed amused, his eyes raking up my body before he turned away and walked back over to his desk. He was wearing a dark suit that was perfectly tailored to his muscular frame, and I remembered how amazing his body had felt last night when he came into my room. My panties got wet as I remembered him sliding into bed next to me, how warm his body had felt, how he’d taken my hand and traced it over his tattoo, the one he’d gotten of my initials.

  I waited now, my knees weak, as Cole stood by his desk, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. For a moment, I thought maybe he was going to call the whole thing off, that he was going to come to his senses and realize what he’d just asked of me was a horrible idea.

  But instead, he reached up and began shutting the blinds. One by one, he moved slowly from window to window, until the office was completely shut off to the outside world. Then he walked back over to his desk and removed his suit coat, throwing it over the back of his chair before sitting down.

  He sat there, just looking at me, for what felt like an excruciatingly long time.

  The electricity in the air crackled and sparked, almost like it was alive.

  “I’m not… Cole, I don’t….” I gathered my voice and looked at him. “I’m not going to take off my clothes for you.”

  “Then you’re not going to stay with me.”

  “Fine,” I said. “Then I’ll go stay somewhere else.”

  He shrugged, like he could care less. Either that or he was calling my bluff. And it was a bluff. Because the truth was, the thought of Cole seeing me naked was a turn-on. And it was sick and fucked up, but it wasn’t just taking my clothes off for him that was getting me hot.

  It was him making me do it.

  I licked my lip, thinking about it. “How naked do I have to get?”

  “As naked as I say.”

  “And what do you say?”

  “Why don’t you start with your shirt?”

  I took a deep breath and reached down, grabbing the bottom of my tight t-shirt and pulling it over my head. The bra I was wearing underneath was black and lacy, and the cups were almost see-through.

  “God, you are beautiful,” Cole said, inhaling. “Come closer.”

  I walked over to him, almost trembling as his eyes moved over my body. He reached out and brushed his hand across my bare stomach, his fingers dipping into the top of my jeans and sliding against the top of my panties.

  I shivered, and the side of his mouth twitched into a grin, like he was enjoying the effect he was having on me. His fingertips slid up over my stomach, moving up my torso until he got to the bottom of my bra. He kept going, like he was going to reach up and over my breasts, but I grabbed his hand. “No touching.”

  His eyes narrowed and flashed with anger. He was mad that I was contradicting him.

  “You said you get to see my body, not touch it,” I said.

  He paused before nodding, and I let out a sigh of relief. If he was determined to touch me, he could have -- and he knew it. I wasn’t sure if he was enjoying the torture of being able to look but not touch, or if he was just enjoying torturing me. Because as soon as his hands moved from my skin, I wished they were back on my body.

  “Take off your jeans,” Cole said, leaning back in his chair.

  I unbuttoned my pants, bending over and pulling them off.

  “Turn around,” he growled. “Show me your ass.”

  I turned around as I pulled my pants down, letting him get a full view of my ass in the tiny little thong I was wearing. The cool air hit my ass cheeks, an intense contrast to the heat that was pulsing through my body. I shivered again, as much from the air as the realization that I was standing here, in front of my stepbrother, in just my bra and panties.

  I turned back around and stood in front of him, my nipples hardening and poking against the thin material of my bra.

  “You are so fucking sexy. Just looking at you is getting my cock hard.” I looked down at he bulge in his pants, remembering how he felt last night, his dick hard against my ass. I remembered how I’d imagined what it would be like to feel him fucking me, his shaft pounding my pussy, how I’d lain there in the dark, unable to sleep until I’d touched myself, releasing the deep ache that permeated my being every time I was around him.

  From out in the hallway came the sound of muted voices, and I tensed, realizing there were actual people out there, Cole’s employees, people who might come in and catch us. The voices got louder and then began to fade away, and I let out the breath I was holding.

  “Nervous we’re going to get caught?” Cole asked.

  “
No,” I lied.

  “Liar. Come closer.”

  I walked back over to him.

  “Sit on my desk.”

  I backed up against the desk, gripped the sides with my hands and hoisted myself up, being careful not to put too much weight on my bad wrist. Cole reached over and grabbed my knees, forcing them apart until I was sitting spread eagle.

  He took his time, his hands sliding down my legs, his fingertips grazing the inside of my thighs. I inhaled sharply at his touch, trying not to let him see how turned on I was.

  “Take off your bra, Avery,” he said. “Show me your tits.”

  I reached around and undid the hook on my bra, then hesitated, holding it in place over my breasts. Suddenly, I was scared. It was like everything up until this point had been a joke. Cole seeing me in my bra and panties was one thing – he’d seen me in a bathing suit at the strip club, and even though we were alone here in his office now and it was completely different, it had still somehow felt safe.

  Taking off my bra, letting him see my bare breasts, felt like we were crossing some kind of invisible line, the kind of line that shouldn’t be crossed. Ever. Things would be different, and there’d be no way to ever change that.

  “Cole…” I said, my arms still on my chest. “I don’t think we should be doing this.”

  “Why not?” he said.

  “Because you’re my stepbrother. And because it’s wrong.”

  “And because you’re afraid what might happen?” he breathed. He stood up from his chair then, grabbed my ass and pulled me close against his body so that I was straddling him. I was still holding my arms across my chest, which provided a slight barrier, but only for my upper body.

  His pelvis pressed into my panties, and I could feel his hardness against me, protected only by his pants and the thin layer of fabric of my underwear. He brushed my hair off my face, his eyes locked on mine.

  “Are you afraid what might happen, Avery?” he whispered into my ear. The warmth of his breath made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Goosebumps broke out on my body and I almost gasped, that’s how magnetic he was.

  “No,” I lied. “I’m not afraid what might happen.”

  “You’re not afraid we might not be able to stop?” He began slowly grinding himself against me, and I could feel his cock pushed up against me, hard and big in his pants.

  “Stop what?” I asked.

  “Do you think I could stop myself from fucking you?” He pushed against me even harder, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

  He pulled back just a tiny bit, reached out and grabbed my hands, which were still clutching my bra, the lacy material the only thing keeping him from seeing my bare breasts.

  “Cole,” I repeated, but my voice sounded weak. “I don’t think we should be doing this.”

  “It doesn’t matter what you think,” he said, his grip on my arms tightening.

  “I don’t… I think I should go.” Even as I was saying the words, though, I could feel how wet he was making me. I was turned on not just at the thought of showing Cole my naked body, but of him forcing me to do it, of him being in control of me, of making me doing things just to please him. The realization was upsetting and shocking.

  He leaned in close to me and his breath tickled my neck. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Avery. If you want me to stop, say it.”

  He pulled back and looked at me, his face softening for a slight moment. He waited for me to say I wanted him to stop, and I could see he was telling the truth – if I told him to stop, he would. But I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to stop any of it. I wanted him to tell me what to do, I wanted him to make me do things that were wrong and pushed my limits and made me uncomfortable. I wanted him to control me.

  So I stayed quiet.

  And after a long moment that same cocky grin returned to his face and his grip on me tightened.

  He moved in close so his lips were just millimeters from mine. His lips grazed the side of my neck, softly, slowly, the roughness of his stubble brushing over my skin.

  He pulled back and looked at me, then took my hands and pulled them down roughly. Then he reached up and pulled the straps of my bra down and off until I was in front of him, my breasts exposed, completely topless.

  “God, Avery,” he growled, pushing his dick against my panties. His hands found my tits, his thumbs grazing the nipples as he fondled me. “Your tits drive me insane. When I saw you up there in that tiny little bikini, I wanted to fuck you right there.”

  “I want you to,” I said, completely losing my mind. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Cole, I want you to fuck me.”

  “You want me to fuck you, Avery? You want me to fuck that tight little pussy with my dick?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Please, I need you to.”

  His hand slid from my nipple, moving down my stomach until he was at the top of my panties. His hand slid even lower, dipping into my panties until his palm was on my mound and his fingers were on my slit. He parted my lips slightly, his middle finger starting to slide inside of me.

  Immediately, my body felt like it was going to explode.

  His finger wasn’t even completely inside of me, and I was going to come.

  He pushed a little more inside, my center stretching out around his finger, and I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned as his thumb swirled around my clit at the same time his finger moved deeper. “Cole, I’m going to come.”

  I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud – it was embarrassing, coming so quickly after being touched by him. But I couldn’t help it. What he was doing to me felt so good, the culmination of years of secretly wanting him and the demanding way he had made me strip and how he was taking me like he owned me, like I belonged to him even though he hadn’t seen me in years.

  “Please,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

  But he didn’t keep going.

  In fact, something about me saying that I was going to come made him stop. He pulled away from me, taking his hands from my body, leaving me there, naked and on the edge.

  He turned and picked up the suit coat he’d placed on the back of his chair and slid his arms through it.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “We’re done.”

  “What?” I asked, jumping off the desk and holding my hands over my breasts. I picked up my bra and started putting it on. “What do you mean, we’re done?”

  “I mean we’re done doing what we’re doing. You can leave now.” His back was toward me, and he began opening the blinds.

  Strips of sunlight flooded the room, and I raced to gather my clothes off the floor.

  “I can leave now?”

  “Yes,” Cole said. He wouldn’t look at me, instead moving methodically from window to window, snapping each set of blinds open as he went. By the time he got to the final window, I’d managed to get my clothes back on, so when he turned around, I was completely dressed.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?” I said.

  “Avery,” he said. “Please. Don’t do this.”

  His voice was controlled, devoid of emotion, and I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid. This was why I had vowed to never talk to him again, why I should have known better than to ever get involved with him. I didn’t care if I was going to be homeless, I’d rather be in some shelter somewhere or go back and beg Gordon to let me come home than to be with Cole.

  “Don’t do what, Cole?” I asked. I was yelling now, and I felt completely out of control. “Tell the truth? That you’re a dick, that this is all a game to you? That you said you’d never hurt me, and yet that’s all you do, over and over again?”

  He didn’t say anything, just stood there, staring at me, and it was infuriating.

  “Fuck you, Cole,” I said.

  I picked up my shoes and headed for his office door.

  I flung it open just as someone on the other side of it was about to
knock.

  A blond girl, tall and thin, stood in the hallway, her hair in shiny waves around her shoulders. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a black blazer that hugged her lithe body.

  “Oh,” she said when she saw me. Her eyes took me in, and I realized I must have looked crazy and disheveled, standing there with my clothes all askew, holding my shoes in my hand. “Sorry, I just… I heard yelling. Is everything okay?”

  “Everything’s fine, Kalia.” Cole’s voice came from behind him, firm and in control.

  I turned around and glared at him, wanting to tell him that no, everything wasn’t fine.

  “This is my stepsister, Avery,” Cole said. “Avery, this is Kalia, my assistant.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Kalia said politely, but her tone was cold and reserved. I hated the way she was looking at me, like she was instantly dismissing me as someone who could rival her for Cole’s affection. I wanted to tell her what he’d just been doing to me on his desk, just to see the look on her face.

  “Nice to meet you, too,” I said tightly. “I was just leaving.”

  Kalia’s eyes traveled down to my bare feet, and I felt my face flame red. I really doubted she knew what Cole and I had been doing – I saw the look on her face when she’d heard I was Cole’s stepsister– but this was the way it always was whenever I ran into someone who seemed to remotely have their shit together.

  Here she was, dressed perfectly, with a great job as the assistant to one of the most powerful men in New York City, her hair expensively highlighted, her body obviously the product of a clean diet and daily gym visits.

  And here I was, with no place to live, a mother who didn’t care about me, letting myself get fingered on my stepbrother’s desk while basically begging him to do it. I was a mess. And she wasn’t.

  I dropped my shoes onto the floor and slid my feet into them.

  “Did you like the clothes I chose for you?” she asked.

  “Oh,” I said, realizing she was the girl who’d come to Cole’s apartment last night. What was it she’d said? Asked if she could spend the night? I imagined him fucking her, saying the exact same things he’d said to me just moments before.