Jealous Stepbrother – Jealous Psycho Read Online Lena Little

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Before I even put a face to the voice, I know it’s her. My new stepsister and instant sworn enemy. The unexpected stepsister I’ve inherited thanks to my father remarrying. A poor person no less. A barely legal teen with a breeding set of tits and ass that catch more than just my professional curiosity. And her all alone with me on my stud farm for the next few days? This revenge is gonna be the swiftest and most brutal. The f*cking easiest. The theory is sound. The plan is perfect. Become a stud myself…but only for her. And in the process, leave my disrespecting widow of a father to reconsider his betrayal of my mother while he rocks the baby born to his stepdaughter by her own stepbrother. I’m already laughing maniacally in my mind. Breeding my little stepsister will be the ultimate revenge before I leave my treacherous father penniless as well as humiliated. This jealous stepbrother is already playing hard to get for this little city girl who wants to tease a mature stallion…me. And she’s falling for every one of my cruel looks and dismissive comments. Perfect! Only problem? No. No. Don't even f*cking think like that… Don't even think it once! I mean. She is kinda f*cking cute, especially when she’s acting all bratty. And those tits… That fine breeding ass… But if I do fall for her, I mean, if I ever did develop feelings maybe a stepbrother should never have… Well… That’s just never gonna happen. It’s impossible. … or is it?

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1

CALLUM

“What did the whiskey ever do to you?” A small, angelic voice pierces my dark thoughts, and I turn my head to find a woman.

Not just any woman. The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. I must be dreaming, or the drink hit me harder than I thought because there’s no way someone like this exists. Not just existing but actually talking to me.

Her brown eyes that remind me of caramel crinkle at the corners, her full blood-red lips tilting on one side. Her brown hair is up in a high ponytail, and she keeps twirling the ends with her finger. The soft, freckled cheeks, button nose, and a dimple on her chin.

God, a woman like this exists, and I haven’t met her until now?

All my anger evaporates like mist. I forget why I’m here, why I’m sulking, why I’m furious.

I forget my mother, who has done nothing but drop one bad piece of news after another.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

The house music plays in the background, and the lights in the bar get dimmer. I don’t know if everything is going in slow motion or if the alcohol is doing a fine job of muddling my brain. I’m no lightweight, and I can handle my liquor well, but sitting next to this woman has my senses on overdrive.

She smiles again as if she knows exactly how she’s affecting me. “I asked what the whiskey did to you. You’re looking at it like you want to kill it.”

I snort. “That’s how I look when I’m thinking hard.”

“Hmm. What else do you do when you’re hard? I mean, ‘thinking hard’?” She adds air quotes to the last two words, but I don’t miss the glint of mischief passing her beautiful features.

A little flirt. I like it.

I raise a brow at her, wondering just how far she’s willing to go with this dirty talk. “I get hard just by looking at you.”

She slaps a hand to her chest and dramatically flutters her eyes. “Oh, straightforward, I see. Well, thank you, I guess?”

I slide from the bar stool and stand beside her, our faces inches apart.

This close, she’s even more beautiful. The kind of beauty that knocks the breath out of me. The sounds of other partygoers and staff milling about fade. I can’t see or hear anything past her.

A vanilla scent fills my nostrils, and I inhale it deeply.

“Please tell me you’re not drunk, beautiful girl.”

“Why?”

“I never take home anyone with alcohol in their system.”

She raises her glass, which is still half-full with something yellow. “Mocktail.” She grabs my shirtfront and pulls me closer, her breath warm on my face. “What makes you think I’m coming home with you or that I even want to?”

At this, I wrap a hand around her slender neck, relishing the way her pupils dilate and her lips part. “Because you want to know if you’re about to have the best fuck of your life.” I brush my lips against hers, and she sucks in a breath. I have to fight to keep my wits about me because my cock strains against my zipper, and it’s far from comfortable. “On second thought, I’m a regular here, and I know the owner. How about coming with me to one of the VIP booths instead?”

She chews on her bottom lip. “I’ve seen those. They just have curtains, not doors.”

“So? Scared to be seen?”

For a minute, I think she’s going to refuse, but she surprises me by leaning forward to bite my earlobe. Holy fuck. “What are you waiting for, then? Give me the best fuck of my life.”

The trip from the bar to the VIP area upstairs is hazy. We were all over each other, and I was nearly delirious with need, so much so that I almost tore her clothes at the stairs, with people passing us by.

By the time we get to our booth, a slight hesitation comes over me.

She’s right. It’s not exactly a room and doesn’t offer any privacy. The only thing separating every circular sofa is black curtains. If someone wants to take a peek, no one can stop them.

I keep kissing her as I back her onto the table. I grab the curtains from behind me to at least cover us. I don’t care if someone sees my ass, but it’s another thing if someone sees her pussy. I’ll gouge their eyes out without hesitation.

She jumps up to the table and opens her legs, which I graze with my hands. The warm pendant light overhead only highlights her beautiful golden skin. My God, so unreal.

She rests both palms on either side of her and tilts her face to the ceiling, exposing her long neck.

I grab the chance to taste her skin and suck on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck. It’s going to leave a mark that will take days to fade. Good. I’m branding her as mine, just the way I like it. More than that, I intend to fuck her so good she’s going to feel me long after we part ways. I’ll make her feel so great that no other guy will compare. They will always pale in comparison to me. None of them will ever measure up.


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