Page 22 of Jealous Stepbrother (Jealous & Possessive #4)

BERSERKER, BERSERKER

Asher

W e leave The Tides Club to a storm of whispers.

Scarlett’s silent, arms crossed, fury rolling off her. I don’t care.

She’s with me. That’s what matters.

I drive us a few streets over, down a quiet lane toward the marina where the old brick abandoned warehouses meet the sea.

I park in the shadow of a deserted boathouse. It’s private, close enough I can still hear the gulls and waves. I grab the food and step out.

She rounds on me the second I drag her inside the nearest boathouse and slam the door shut. We both ignore the musty smell.

“What are we doing, Asher? Do you even know?” Her voice cracks on the last word, distress raw in her eyes.

I sigh, feeling a layer of fury evaporate.

She’s been through enough. I won’t scare her with the detailed plans I have for her life. Our lives.

So for now, I make it easy for her.

Step forward, open my arms wide. “Come here, Scarlett.”

For one breathless second, she hesitates. Then with a choked sound, she leaps at me.

I catch her, spin us around, pin her to the weathered brick wall. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, her nails clawing my shoulders.

“I’m guessing you don’t want the food?” I rasp against her mouth, jerking my head atthepaper bag sitting on the table.

Her laugh is broken, desperate. “No, I don’t want the food. You drive me insane! I want to kill you and I want to kiss you.”

I shrug. “You can do both. Whatever you want, baby. Just tell me which one you want first.”

Her nostrils flare. With fury. But also with arousal. Bottle green fire lances over me. Then she moans. “I wantyouto fuck me, Asher.”

Her legs tighten around my waist, her breath hot against my jaw, her nails scraping down my neck like she’s both furious and starving.

“Did you really want to go to brunch?” I rasp, caging her tighter against the wall.

She falters. Her throat works, and when she finally speaks, her voice is small. “No.”

“No?” I push, eyes boring into hers.

Her lashes flutter. “I didn’t want to disappoint Mom.”

I growl low in my chest, forehead pressing to hers. “You will have to in future. Because I can’t—” my breath shudders out, raw, unfiltered—“I can’t bear the thought of other guys sitting around you, laughing with you, imagining what I already know. What’s mine.”

Her eyes flash with defiance even as her lips tremble. “Asher… what are we doing?”

“Don’t think about that now, princess.” I nip at her jaw, dragging my mouth down to her ear. “I missed you this morning. Was highly pissed I didn’t get to wake in bed with you. To drill the prettiest cunt in the world good morning. Did you miss me?”

A light flush kisses her skin. “Y-yes.”

My chest is still tight as fuck with every toxic emotion on earth riding me but I breathe a little easier. “Good. Then let your brother make you feel good.”

She shudders in my arms, a whimper breaking free. That sound detonates in my chest.

“How badly do you want it?” I murmur, grinding my cock against her soaked panties until she gasps, her body arching.

Another ragged cry escapes her. She grabs my face, trying to claim my mouth, trying to turn the tables with that dangerous little power she wields.

But I have power of my own. “You want your big brother’s dick inside you, don’t you?”

“Stepbrother,” she breathes, almost desperately, clinging to that sliver of distance.

I smile, cruel and indulgent. Rear back when she lunges for me. “Uh uh, darling. We’re not going back to that.”

“Asher…please.”

“You want cock, you know what to do.”

She shakes her head, eyes wide, almost frantic. “I…why? Why does it mean so much to you? It’s… it’s depraved, Asher.”

“And yet,” I drag my lips over her ear, voice dropping into gravel, “I can smell that cunt getting wetter by the second. I’m happy to wait until you’re dripping on the floor if that’s what you want. A little humiliation with your brother’s fat cock inside you will only make it spicier.”

Her breath hitches. “You…you bastard.”

“Yup.” My grin sharpens. “I’m your bastard. And don’t forget it, hmm?”

My hand slides under her ass, pushing her panties to the side. One thick finger drags through her drenched slit. Her channel spasms, and a raw cry breaks from her throat.

I bring my slick finger up, pass it under my nose. “Fuck, you smell divine.”

Her whole body trembles, clenching, hungry.

“And you can squeeze that pussy all you like,” I taunt, brushing my lips over hers, “but it’s staying empty until you tell me what I want to hear. Starting with the promise to be a good girl.”

Scarlett slams her head lightly back against the wall with a groan. My heart jolts. Fury and panic punch through me, and before I can think, I drop my hand between us and pinch her clit hard enough to make her cry out.

“Asher!”

“You want to be a brat and get punished, or do you want to get fucked?” My tone cracks like a whip. “I’ll accommodate either, but I won’t have you hurting yourself. Do you want your brother’s cock or not?”

She shivers, the fight inside her flickering under the weight of her own arousal. She might pretend she hates the taboo of it all, but I know better. Deep down, she loves it.

To hurry her along, I drag her slowly over my cock, still caged in denim but thick and raging, pressing her harder into the wall so she feels the full length straining against her. Her wet seam spreads over the ridge, soaking me through.

Her gasp is everything, shocked, needy, and undone. Shivers course through her gorgeous body.

“Okay,” she whispers, licking her lips, eyes locked on mine. Then those luminous eyes flick up through her lashes. “I…I want my brother’s cock.”

My cock jerks violently, ready to split free, ready to claim what I crave harder every passing second. But I’m not done. Not yet.

“And what do you want it to do to you?”

Her mouth trembles around the words I’ve craved for four years, and they still nearly knock me to my knees.

“I…I want it inside me, fucking me. Splitting me wide open. Making me scream.”

The sound of that unravels me.

“Yeah, you do.” My voice breaks, low and hoarse.

I drag my mouth over hers, kissing her with a hunger that borders on violent. My hands yank up her dress, rip her panties clean off.

She clings to me, desperate, and still I tease, running my crown through her soaked folds, over and over until she’s writhing.

Her nails carve down my back. “Asher, please.”

I laugh against her throat, half savage. “Jesus Christ. With you, I never know what I’m going to do next, Scarlett. And that should terrify us both. Are you ready, baby? Here it comes.”

I thrust in deep, one brutal stroke, and her cry nearly splits the boathouse walls.

“Christ, you’re tight.” My forehead slams to hers, sweat and need and years of denial breaking apart all at once. “I’ll never get enough of this cunt, baby girl. So many fucking years waiting to bury myself in you like this, and I can’t get enough.”

She grips me like a vice, and my vision blacks out. I pin her wrists above her head, hammer into her until the old wood creaks in protest.

“Say it again,” I growl, one hand stealing down to pinch her pretty nipples. “Say who’s inside you?”

Her eyes squeeze shut, tears gathering, her lips trembling on the edge of surrender. “My…my big, powerful, sexy brother.”

Those wordsdetonate something in me. My hips piston faster, harder, and her whole body locks around me.

She screams my name, breaking apart, and I follow, slamming deep, pulsing, spilling every ounce of obsession and hunger inside her.

“Fuck! Scarlett, fuck !”