Stepbrother Claims (His Twisted Game, Book Four)
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. All characters
depicted in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
COLE
I watched Avery leave my office that first morning, and it
took every ounce of self-control I had not to go after her.
Her tits and ass in that dress made my
cock rock hard. All I could think
about was taking her – in her pussy, her ass, her mouth.
She was perfect and beautiful and so
damaged and fucked up.
I was damaged and fucked up, too.
But it was too late for me. I was never going to change. My scars went deep, and they were too ingrained for me to
become something other than what I was.
But Avery had a chance. She could get over her past, she could
move on and become whatever she wanted. She was bright and gorgeous and young, with unlimited potential.
I was bad for her. Forget all the shit that was going on
with my company, all the danger she knew nothing about that could put her life
at risk.
No, it went deeper than that.
Avery was the exact kind of fucked up
that my kind of fucked up was drawn to.
I needed her by my side, needed to protect
her and make sure she was taken care of. The problem was, the biggest thing I needed to protect her from was me . But when
she was around…
The blood rushed to my dick just thinking
about her, spread eagle on the bed last night, her knees pushed up, my mouth
diving into her pussy. She tasted
so good, the perfect mix of salty and sweet.
I’d wanted to slide the head of my dick
inside of her so badly I could hardly take it. I kept thinking about pushing through her center, imagining the
way she’d feel stretched out around the thickness of my cock. But once we crossed that line, there
was no going back.
After I fucked her, I would just keep
pushing it. Making her strip on command. Tying her up. Spanking
her. Fucking her so hard and so
long she’d be left quivering and raw.
I’d already pushed it too far last night,
pinning her wrists like that.
I just didn’t know how long I was going
to be able to take this kind of torture. Her tits, her ass , her lips… no matter what she
was wearing or what she was doing, all I wanted was to gather her in my arms
and hold her. And if she was
anywhere near me, I could feel myself getting hard.
I thought about sending her home. But how could I send her back
there? Gordon would take out
whatever fucked up grudge he had against me on her. The night I’d left, he was getting ready to cross the line
with her – I’d seen it in his eyes. The only reason he hadn’t was because he knew I would have fucked him up, maybe even
killed him.
But now the stakes were higher. Back then, he’d
gotten to keep Avery. Now she was
with me. I’d stolen her from him,
at least in his mind. He’d stop at
nothing to get her back, and once he did, who knows what he would do?
My hand went to my waist, to the place
where I’d had her initials tattooed on my hip. Even then, I’d known I’d needed to stay away from her, known
I needed to resist the urge to go back home.
I could feel the scar my father had given
me, raised just a little under the tattoo. I’d specifically gotten inked there to make sure I knew
exactly what it was I was protecting, so that I’d never make the mistake of
going back for her.
No.
She needed to stay here for now.
I would just have to control myself,
would have to make sure I kept her safe without crossing the line.
I’d gotten to my position in life by
working hard and doing whatever it took to get shit done. I could certainly use that self-control
and determination to make sure I didn’t hurt Avery.
She was more important to me than
anything.
Even so, as soon as I made my
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