STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

Oliver disappears for most of the night. Its not until you awake on 1am, roused by an emotional dream that you find yourself ascending the stairs quietly. Upon arriving to the main floor, you frown when you hear exaggerated whispers coming from the kitchen.

Who the hell is up this late? Oliver?

You walk towards the noise, mouth falling slack when you realise its Oliver and your mom in a heated argument.

"I don't care. If you really care about her, you'll do what's best"

"Who are you to tell me what's best for her?"

Are they talking about me?

You move to press yourself against the wall when the floor gives way to your presence with a groan.

"Hello? Scarlett? Is that you?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You hold your breath, unsure of what to do when you hear her probing voice again.

"All I'm saying is she has a lot going for her. She doesn't need to be distracted right now. Especially with someone who..."

The silence that follows is intense, only derailed when. Oliver spits his next words angrily.

"Someone who, what? Finish your sentence."

"I think you know what I mean"

"Why don't you say it?"

"Oliver..."

"Ya know, I really don't think you're in any position to say whats best for her"

Your chest tightens from the sound of hurt in his voice. His anger, although only prominent in the gritted hushed tone of his voice, is domineering.

"Watch it, Oliver..."

"Or what? You'll hand me over to the police. Our daughter can fend for her fucking self. And until she says so, I'm not going anywhere"

Oh god. They are fighting over me. He said he's not going anywhere...

Your heart swirls with a flustering warmth that makes you dizzy.

Dammit, that makes me happy... I'm in way too deep with him.

You sigh soft enough so no one will hear and pinch the bridge of your nose as you address that reality.

Doesn't matter, though. Because I don't want it to change.

"I'm warning you..."

"Don't. Its pointless. I'm in love with your daughter. Whether you can come to terms with it or not"

He finally said. Fully said. In love with me.

Despite the fact you feel like a giddy, love sick fool, you cant hold back the wide smile that forms on your lips as you let his words sink in and fill you with excited passion.

The sound of his footsteps startle you into action and you find yourself scurrying as quickly a you can be back towards your bedroom. You're fast enough to avoid getting caught. When you finally reach your bedroom, you slip inside and press yourself against the door, panting breathlessly as his footsteps near.

I cant believe my mom was bombarding him about me. She has always managed o screw everything up. Thank god Oliver is too stubborn to let her ruin this.

disappear into his room, but you're unnerved in

you like to come

he caught

opening your door, and masking the guilty expression on your face as you step out of your room to face him.

"You were reckless today"

I thought I had

"So?"

steps forward, lifting his large hand towards your face to stroke your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed briefly when his fingers glide along your skin in

could've gotten hurt. Or

"Same for you"

"That doesn't matter"

words and you frown, reaching up to grasp his had and pull it away

for hurting the douchebag who beat

shakes his head, and yanks his arm to pull you into his firm

if you put

bad I make my own

leaves his lips, and he uses his other hand to cup your chin. Your eyes widen when you realise

got that cleaned and

reckless. So

Perfect.

a good fucking

a feverish kiss. He moulds himself against you, his monstrous erection pressed against your hip as he cups the sides of your

cant get

"Mm, Oliver"

that tears from his lips makes you clench the walls

Scarlett. What's

Soon, you, hopefully.

your dress, splaying your hand over your puffy mound as

"Your mother is..."

want you. Now. I

way that ignites the ravenous desire within him. He answers you with a passionate growl, as

He's

him as your tongues dance together in an erotic fight for dominance over one another. As your near your bed, with courage that is amassed out

him to watch

"You say I'm frustrating..."

you continue speaking as you drop your dress from your body, and step out of it, climbing above him

"Say I'm fucking reckless..."

you moan softly when his thick, throbbing rod is

the one who's driving me fucking crazy. Now its

and he tosses his head back when you slam yourself down his rigid length. He stretches and fills you endlessly. You cry out at the invasion and how your body is swarmed with pleasure when you

"So fucking good"

flick your hips back and fourth, grinding

good. Too fast. You're

Oh fuck yes...

hips wildly at his omission, tightening your walls around him greedily as you feel the hot assault of

"Fuck. Slow down"

digs his fingers in your hip, warning you to slow down. But you don't. You cant. Not when you're determined to shatter his reality with pleasure only he can bring. You're

think I

flying wildly about as

for

"Oh shit!"

you feel the warm flood of his orgasm, your muscles clench and

orgasm, he's stroking your back, and your head is resting in the

to bring you somewhere

"Where?"