Stepbrother: Impossible Love by Victoria Villeneuve Read Free Book Online

it. I’m going to get my notes back.
    I don’t know if it was the caffeine, the lack of sleep, or what, but I was angry, and I wasn’t going to take this lying down anymore. I had given him my notes, the least he could do was treat me like a human being.
    I got up and made my way through the racks of books in the general direction of where he was. I saw Jack in between two rows of books and I called out “hey!”
    He turned to look, surprised to see me.
    “You know, I’ve had it with the way you treat me. If you want these notes, you’re going to have to be nice to me first,” I told him, snatching the pile of papers from his hand before he had a chance to react.
    “Who the fuck are you to tell me that I need to be nice?” Jack moved a few steps towards me. He towered over me, easily over six feet tall, and I had to look up to meet his gaze. There was a fire in his eyes, and as ours met, I could feel the tension, the electricity between us.
    “You have no idea what I’ve been through,” he muttered to me, “no idea how hard this is for me.”
    “Maybe, but you have no idea how hard you’ve been making everything for me,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
    “Of course I do. I didn’t ask for you to be here, I didn’t ask for you to come here with your whore of a mother. You’d both be better off if you just left.”
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well too bad, it’s not going to happen. My mom loves your dad, and we’re siblings now. You might as well just get used to that fact, and stop treating me like some sub-human piece of shit you stepped on.”
    There was silence as we gazed at one another, alone in this part of the library, with only the sound of our breathing and the hum of the fluorescent light up above us. Neither one of us broke eye contact, each one trying to break the other, trying to make them cave first. What happened next was the absolutely last thing I had ever expected to have happen.
    Jack leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t a loving kiss. It was hard, and passionate. It was the kiss of someone who knew what they wanted, and always got it.
    My eyes opened in surprise, then closed as I kissed him back. I could give as good as I got.
    This was wrong. I knew this was wrong. He was my brother, and I hated him, but by God I wanted him and no matter how much my brain was telling me this was a bad idea, that I shouldn’t be doing this, I wasn’t going to listen. I wanted Jack, and I was going to get him.
    He pressed me against the rack of books as he kissed me, his hands roaming my body. I leaned back and moaned as his mouth moved from mine and onto my neck, kissing me hard, nibbling at my skin as his hands found the hem of my shirt. The notes I was holding fell to the floor in a pile around us, discarded, forgotten.
    With a single swift movement he pulled it up over my head, leaving my skin exposed to the cool air of the library.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered as his hands reached behind me and unclipped my bra like it was nothing, like he’d done it a thousand times before.
    My bra fell to the floor and my nipples hardened as they were exposed to the air. I knew we were in public, I knew anyone could come by at any time and catch us in the act, but I didn’t care. Somehow that made it seem more dangerous, naughtier, and it turned me on like crazy.
    I fumbled with Jack’s belt buckle and tugged on his pants, feeling the hardness underneath that proved he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
    If this was so wrong, why did it feel so right?
    As soon as his shaft sprang out from his pants I gasped. He was so big, and I wanted him inside me. I knew I was wet now, my panties were soaked.
    Jack’s hands reached up under my skirt and found the hem of my panties. He slid them down to my ankles and I let out an involuntary moan as his fingers found my sex, his digits soon coated in my juices.
    “I always knew you were hot for me,” he whispered into my