FIERCED 1: A Stepbrother Romance by Stephanie Brother Read Free Book Online

my strength delivers zero effect on his rock solid torso.
    “Excuse me, my mistake,” he grits. “I have no need to force a woman.”
    Fuck, I see the hurt beneath the pride. I've used that ruse enough times myself.
    “We can't. My father. Your mother. It's. Just. Wrong.”
    “It felt kinda fucking right to me but, your call Principessa , as always.”
    With that he's gone from the room leaving me gasping and aching and full of regret that only inner explosion will dissipate. I call his name in a soft moan which of course he doesn’t hear. He's well on his way back to Blonde Starlet by now.
     
    Chapter SIX
    I gather myself, press my swollen hungry breast back into my swanky frock and exit the closet. A passing bodyguard smirks and pretends not to.
    Sure enough Rocco is at the bar again and this time he's not acting cool. He's letting her know he's all in and she's firing back on all cylinders. They may as well get a room because the heat coming off them is intense and sets me ablaze. I cannot be jealous of my fucking brother. Just keep bringing to mind the fact that he's my brother and replace every image of him trailing his beautiful firm tongue across my pussy.
    But I can't.
    My eyes keep flicking back across the room  to Rocco and Starlet, picturing the two of them and what they'll be doing in a very short time. Her in my place. Her panting and begging for more, harder, as his massive cock plunges in and out of her tight pussy. It should be me. I want to run over and rip her away from him, where she's pressing her sloppy big tits against the curved bulge of his muscle. I want to give her three swift kicks in her skinny leg the way Rocco fisted Ryan's jaw.
    They look out across the crowd as they flirt. Joking and laughing, letting everyone in on their rising hunger. Get a fucking broom closet. I hate him. I hate her. I hate the whole world.
    “Have you seen Rocco,” Monica's beside me looking all around for her beloved son.
    With an incline of my head I indicate the pair on the raised dais bar.
    “Oh he's such a babe magnet, ever since he was a little boy he's always been one for the girls. I must interrupt them and say goodbye. Wish him a safe journey and try not to worry.”
    “He's leaving already?” I snap.
    “Later tonight. Another raid into Africa.”
    “Oh. Another mission?”
    “Your father told you? Yes. Terribly dangerous. There's a militia group in North Africa that kidnap bikers riding across the Sahara. I hate him going but those poor children need medicine and he's got something special to do for your father. But I guess we shouldn’t talk about state secrets, especially not here. We girls have to wait at home and be brave.”
    Brave isn't the word for it. Rocco would he haunting all my fantasies and spoiling my chances in the unlikely event that any more Ryans came along.
    “We'll have the chance to hang and get to know each other, two girls together,” Monica says as she turns her botox up in the attempt at a courageous smile.
    I shouldn't be so bitchy about Monica. I can see she's trying to do her best at playing the step mom role but it hurts like a knife to my whimpering heart. And now my only supporter is leaving.
    Why the fuck did I turn him away? If only I'd known, if he'd told me he was leaving and no one would find out about us, things would have been very, very different.
    When I'm lying alone in bed, no way am I sleeping tonight or ever again. Pushing back all the invasive pictures of Starlet in my place, I see Rocco crossing the desert on his bike, leading the pack, the roar of the bikes echoing across the barren land for miles around. I see him facing insurgent rebels carrying machine guns and winning, getting the essential medical supplies to the kids in the border camps.
    I see him coming back and falling into bed on top of me, a deep wound in his shoulder as nothing. A mere scratch as he pours whiskey from a bottle on the bedside table into the wound. Despite his weakened