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I may be a hot mess, I may even be easy like he calls me, but I’m also something else too... I’m a fucking bitch, and it’s time they realised that.
“I-I—he doesn’t know I’ve been with a girl before,” she whispers. “Even more reason to get your own back. Only one girl? Did she make you come?” I ask curiously. She nods, her eyes flaring with desire. “So hard.”
Without instruction, her hand comes out shakily, and she trails it down my pussy, like I did to her. “Good girl, touch me like I touched you, like you would touch yourself.” I look down at her as she stares at my pussy like a puzzle. Tentatively, she runs it back up and rubs my clit. “Harder, babe. Fuck me like I fucked you. Like you want me to squirt down your throat until I’m all you taste all night.”
I watch in rapt fascination as he turns her head harshly and kisses her. Bingo. Pushing from the wall, I drain my drink and drop the cup on the table as I wander over. Feeling smug, he pulls away and sits back, smirking at me as Bray pauses to watch me, wondering what I’m going to do. “How do I taste?” I purr at him. He frowns at me in confusion, and then it seems to dawn on him, even if he doesn’t quite believe it. He looks from me to her blushing face and freezes. Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I fake a moan. “‘Cause she tasted delicious.” “Oh shit,” Bray mutters, his eyes wide before he
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“I told you, babe, you deserve better.” I look at him then. “Don’t fuck with me again, or it won’t just be your girlfriend I’m fucking with.”
“Try me, asshole,” I snap and shove him back. He goes, and I keep pushing. “I already had your girl coming faster than you ever could; you didn’t even let her orgasm last time. Who’s next? Your dad? Maybe I’ll fuck with your business instead. You might be king here, kid, but I’ve been playing these games since you were in golden fucking training wheels. Learn some respect.” With that, I toss my hair over my shoulder and start to leave. He grabs my neck, yanks me back against his body, and leans down to my ear. “This isn’t the end of it, mark my words, stepsister,” he growls.
“Where are we going?” Asher grins at me, swinging his leg over his bike. “Need some mouthwash?” “Yes, tell me, brother, what did she taste like?” Licking my lips, I lean into my bike as I stare at him. “I’ve been wondering every night when I jerk off to her.” “Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, smashing down his visor and revving his bike over the sound of our laughter. He peels away as I grab my helmet and slip it on, winking at Asher. “I’m betting pretty fucking good. Does this mean she’s no longer off limits, or do we just not give a fuck anymore?”
“I’m thinking all rules are out of the window.” He shrugs. “She started it, now she’s going to have to deal with it.” “Shall we bet on who will be the first one to actually taste that little cunt?” He snorts, pulling down his visor. “Why? We both know it’ll be me.” He revs and peels away too, following Cyrus. That little prick.
The game is on, stepsister, and you aren’t only the target of all three of us... but there are no more rules. I’m going to make her scream my name so loudly she won’t be able ...
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“That’s what I thought. You stay in your place, and I’ll stay in mine, and yours, Meredith, you poisonous bitch, is as far away from my life as you can get.” I turn, leaving her glaring after me as I storm through the house. That’s when I see all three of my new stepbrothers standing in the open front doorway. Listening. Watching. Their eyes show their confusion as they track across me and back to the kitchen. I freeze, wondering if I said anything they might understand before I mentally say fuck it. Asher frowns at my cheek, while Cyrus narrows his eyes and steps towards me at the sight. “Are
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She sneers as she scans me. “What the fuck do you want?” My eyebrow arches at that. “You are awfully cocky for someone living in my house.” “Your house?” She snorts, standing taller. “Kid, this is your dad’s—” “No, it really isn’t.” I grin. “We bought it off him once we realised he couldn’t be trusted to protect his own investments. So, you see, you are standing in my house and insulting me.” “Rather rude, don’t you think, brother?” Asher calls, striding into the room and looking her over, his lips turned down in displeasure. He hates when women are upset, and he seems to have a fondness for
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She shivers under the menace and stumbles away, but Asher is there, his arms crossed, blocking her path. “And leave Blair alone. You clearly hate her, so just stay away.” “You’re protecting her?” She laughs hysterically, turning to face us. “You are protecting that cunt of a daughter of mine?” “Tone,” I remind her. “I don’t take kindly to those insulting family.” “She’s not family!” Meredith screams. “You don’t even fucking know her.” She shakes her head. “I should have guessed she would fuck all three of you for protection and money. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—”
We’ve just claimed Blair as ours to protect, and we protect ferociously and permanently.
“Stop,” she begs. “You feel so deeply, babe. I see it in your eyes. You care too much, and with such a big heart, all it leads to is pain... I know. Don’t you see we’re the same?” The dark captures our whispers, and the bed is our sanctuary as I admit my darkest secret to her, letting her see past the jokes and flirting to the man who hides underneath. “I’ve had my heart broken so much it just became easier to pretend I didn’t have one... and then you came along.”
“One day, you’ll figure out you can’t do this alone. You might hate us and push us away, but we’re all you have right now. This might have started out as a joke, stepsister, but you aren’t going anywhere, and neither are we.”
“Baby, you can touch any part of me at any time. Kick, bite, lick, I’m down for whatever your kinky ass wants,” I tease before nipping her shoulder. “Now sleep before I decide to stop ignoring that ass.” “You’re an idiot.” She chuckles, but her words sound more like a compliment. “Yeah, maybe,” I whisper, the dark making my voice that much deeper. My desire, too, as I press against her. “But you’re laughing, Blair, so I call that a win.”
What Crew owns, they protect. I’ll look after this broken little heart of hers and never let anyone close to it again. It’s a promise.
Being a friend doesn’t mean blind adoration, it means calling you on your shit when you need it.
Can I really let that slip by because of fear? I pride myself on being strong, but sometimes you have to be weak. Just then my phone sounds. I hastily pull it from my pocket, hoping it’s Faye, but it’s Asher. I slump as I open it, expecting another incredible drawing or photograph, but it’s a simple text. I can feel the urgency in it, however, and that has me sitting upright instantly. Asher: Come home.
“I’m sorry, Blair, I truly am. I didn’t mean to offer any insult or upset you.” He rubs his chin awkwardly. “What about a boyfriend… girlfriend?” “Blair prefers to keep her options open, isn’t that right?” Meredith almost spits. “A free spirit, they used to call her.” I grind my teeth, even as Bray leans in and grins at Meredith. “I think that’s what they call you, not your daughter.” “Bray,” Dad barks,
“Or you will regret the day you stepped foot in our house and opened your legs for our father’s money.” Bray looks at Dad then. “We love you, Father, but this one is a spiteful bitch, you’ll see that soon enough. Ensure she follows the rules. We would hate to have to ruin her like the last one.” With that, we both stand. Bray leans over the table to get into Meredith’s space, and she jerks back, finally realising how serious we are.
“We mean this, Meredith. Your daughter belongs to us now. She’s a Crew, and we will protect her like family from anyone, including you. I suggest you buy a muzzle if you can’t stay quiet,” he growls before we both leave the room.
Family has no secrets, and Blair is about to find out she has been adopted into us and she has no choice. She’s Crew. Forever.
I rip my lips away to suck in deep breaths, and he nudges my head to the side and bites my ear. “I tasted you on her, like rain and fucking sin.” He groans and grinds against me as I moan. “I want your taste all over my tongue and cock. All those teasing touches… I want you to dance on my cock like you did on the table that night for me.” “I knew you wanted me,” I taunt as I kick him back. He drops me, and I lean against the door as he watches me.
“You want my cock? Beg for it.” He releases my throat, and I suck in enough air to speak. I love the utter power in his hand. I’m used to being in charge, being dominant, but right now, Cyrus is throwing that out of the window. It doesn’t mean I won’t test it though. I like to push the boundaries, and no one, especially not Cyrus Crew, will make me beg. “Not a fucking chance, I’ll just go fuck your girlfriend or your brother.”
“Watch that mouth before I fuck it,” he demands. “Do it,” I challenge. “Fuck it, shove your cock so deep you’re all I can taste for the next week.” I push back, rubbing against him. “I dare you.”
“Yeah? What else?” I press, seeing what he’s visualising. Those tattooed, scarred knuckles gripping my tits as he fucks me… Fuck, I want that. “Oh, princess, we’re just getting started. You should never have tempted me. I might be your stepbrother, but right now, I’m your fucking everything.”
“Ride it. I don’t want to fucking breathe past your cum, you understand me, princess?” he growls
“Death by pussy suffocation,” I tease as he strokes his finger across his cheek and licks it clean. “The best way to go,” he murmurs. “Shit.” I groan, shivering as I droop. “Oh no, princess, I’m not done with you yet. I was promised a family fucking dinner, and that’s what I’m going to get. That was just a starter. Bend your bratty ass over that sink for the main course.”
Pushing his jeans down, I stroke his huge, hard length. It’s bigger than I’ve ever seen or had before, and there’s a Jacob’s Ladder down his cock.
“I want to feel you come down my throat,” I murmur, licking my lips before leaning in and tracing my tongue along the Jacob’s Ladder. “I want to feel these rip my mouth apart as you go wild.” “Fucking hell, princess,” he growls, pushing his cock against my cheek as I pull back. “Get your hot little mouth back on my dick.”
“You sure, Blair?” Asher calls again, and this time his voice seems choked… with laughter? “Think he knows, princess? I reckon so. I don’t fucking care, I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping down my cock and you scream so loud everyone hears.” “Shit,” I hiss, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Let him listen, I don’t give a fuck. Hell, open the door and he can watch.” Cyrus groans, tightening his grip as he bites my nipple again in warning. “Dirty fucking bitch.”
Heart pounding, I pull the paper free and unfold it, and my breath stills in my chest. There, in an achingly beautiful drawing, is me… from today. I’m standing at the table with my eyes narrowed, almost shooting fire, and my lips are in a snarl. It’s so well drawn it almost feels lifelike, and the emotions leaking from it feel real. I flip it over to see words scrawled on the back in an endearing scribble. Even in our weakest moment, we have strength and beauty. Asher
I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to fuck her, fill her with my cum, and leave her there. I wanted… fuck, I wanted to make sure she was okay, and that pisses me the fuck off. What is she doing to us?
But I knew after one look into those bright eyes as he stood there crying and holding his bag… I knew he was my brother and I would do anything to protect him, even at eight years old. I shielded him from our mother’s wrath, helped raise him with Bray, and the three of us became inseparable. It was us against the world…
I need to be able to kill her if need be, to destroy her to save my family if I need to. It’s… good she’s not alone. I will never be what Blair needs. I’m too scarred, jaded, and angry at the world. She may be tough, she might be angry and reckless like me, but she has this inner softness. I saw it earlier in her actions, in the way she loves her friend and protects those she believes need it. I have no softness, no weakness. Except for her, it seems.
“Shit, she’s a Crew girl, isn’t she? They aren’t going to kick our asses for looking at her, are they?” Billy teases. “I’m no one’s girl, cutie.” I wink, even as annoyance fills me. “If anyone’s gonna kick your ass, it’s me.” That makes them laugh.
“And we came to find out,” Asher finishes with a friendly grin, but then he turns to Billy and his smile turns sharklike. “What’s your name?” “Erm, Billy,” he stutters out, holding his hands up. “I meant no harm, she said—” “Oh, I can imagine what she said,” Cyrus snarls and throws me a glare. “But we will deal with her later. However, you, Billy, touched what’s ours.”
“Oh, stop that,” I snap. “You fucking morons.” I stomp towards them. “The whole fake threat, talking among—” I gasp as Cyrus grabs me and yanks me closer. I fall into his chest, and he glares down at me. “You should know by now, baby, we don’t fake anything. Don’t think you’re off the hook either, but it seems we need to remind everyone why we are in charge.” He leans down, getting in my face. “Now, for once, shut the fuck up or you’ll be in more shit than you already are.”
I struggle in his arms before biting his hand. He hisses, even as he grinds his cock into my ass. “Stop biting, I like it,” he snarls before biting my neck. “Or I’ll do it back.”
“I saw him touch her with these,” Asher offers cruelly. His eyes slide to mine, and I finally see the other side of Asher—the Crew brother, not the painter, not the gentle artist. I see the fucking gang member he is and just why everyone is afraid of all of them, not just Cyrus. They vibrate with barely restrained violence, but each move is calculated to cause harm, not kill, and send a message. I’m theirs.
“You want to come, baby girl? You want to fuck? Then fine, but it will only be with one of us.”
“Such a liar, baby,” he murmurs as he yanks my head back around, my eyes meeting his once more. “Your cum will be dripping down my dick, and we both know it. You can fight all you want, it only makes me harder.”
“Shit,” Bray mutters. “I’m gonna fucking come in my pants,” he protests
“We’re just getting started, brat,” he says as he pulls away. “We aren’t leaving here until you’re dripping with my cum and can’t try to run and fuck anyone else again.”
“You wanted a taste?” I ask Bray, wiggling my cream-covered fingers at him. He groans, his eyes locking on mine as he sucks them into his mouth.
He flips me, and my face slams into the seat as my ass is yanked into the air. A moment later, his hard, huge cock slams into me, and I scream. “That’s it, baby girl, take all of me. Let every fucker here see who you belong to. Who can fuck you like no one else.”
Dick this good is dangerous.
“She always comes first?” He laughs and I kick his chair. “She’s my best friend. She comes first, you fucking hear me? She was here before you, and she will be here long after you.” “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, baby girl.” Cyrus smirks at me then leans closer. “But I like your loyalty, and now you know how you feel about the argument.” Bray grins as I huff, realising he was doing it on purpose.
“Big party tonight, and you are coming with us,” Cyrus demands. “I thought you didn’t let anyone in the Crew?” I taunt. He leans in, grabs my neck, and squeezes. “We don’t, only you, so you better zip that bratty mouth before we fuck it. You’re one of us now, there is no going back.” He kisses me hard and then releases me.
