Sinful Pleasures: An 18+ Erotica Collection

003 — 3.2 | My Step Brother’s Toy

Nora William’s POV,

Well, first of all, the earth should just open up and swallow me.

Because it’s either that, or I leave here dead, obviously a victim of Knox’s anger.

He walks into the room and closes the door shut behind him just as I get up, his gaze straying to the laptop — to the pornography site — before returning to mine.

“What are you doing on my laptop?”

The deep rumble of his voice sends a delicious shiver down my spine, and I shake it off immediately, reminding myself that this isn’t the time to feel things like this for Knox.

I’ve always hated him, and now is another time to show it to him.

“Nothing serious,” I shrug, like my heart isn’t racing with fear. “I just came to do my assignment. My laptop crashed.”

“And you’re in a pornography website?” He asks, raising a brow as he steps further. “Your teacher sent you to write s*x scenes?”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I glare at him, pursing my lips. “Says the one who has an opened tab filled with pornography.”

“Well, at least, it’s my laptop,” he says, moving even closer. “I’m old enough to do s**t that I want to do, no?”

“Including watching pornography videos of girls with certain appearances like your step sister?” I blurt before I can stop myself.

My eyes widen the moment I realize what I’ve just said, my hands flying to my mouth before I shake my head.

I expect him to look angry or annoyed, but he doesn’t. If anything, his eyes glint with a look I’ve never seen before, sweeping over my whole frame before he snickers.

“And you want to tell yourself I watch pornography to thoughts of you?”

“Whatever you think,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Just get the f**k out.” I turn to grab my things. “Creep.”

“Like you don’t touch yourself to the thoughts or me.”

I freeze immediately he says the words, turning to glare at him, my eyes wide open.

“What?”

“What?” He asks, shrugging. “Am I lying? Don’t you f**k yourself to the thoughts of me at night?”

My neck pricks, and I glare at him again. “That’s a lie.”

Well, technically, he’s saying the truth. But not every night.

And yes, I’m embarrassed at the thought of it, despite hating him. But look, thing is, I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve never been interested also, until Knox came into my life as an exception.

Not that he has touched me — god forbid — but e even though he irritates and annoys me, I just can’t stop myself from thinking about him, imagining him doing unspeakable, depraved things to me at night.

And judging from what’s on the pornography site, I can say the same about him too.

That means, he’s also aware of the tension between us.

But admitting that to him would be like a death sentence, so, I choose the denial part.

“Stop being a delusional little princess,” I say, then turn to grab my books and phone. “Why would I even touch myself to the thoughts of you?”

“I don’t know,” he asks. “Why don’t you ask yourself?”

“That’s ridiculous,” I mutter, turning to face him. “Well, thanks for letting me use your laptop for less than a minute. Also, thanks for helping me fail the assignment.”

Just as I take a step to leave, he grabs my arm immediately and yanks me backwards, only for my books to fall on the ground.

“Hey—“

I’m also cut off when he snatches my phone and throws it somewhere — to the bed, I hope — before shoving me right into the seat, forcing me to face the laptop.

“Knox —“

“You claim not to touch yourself to thoughts of me every night?” He asks, his voice dark. “Well, then, I expect your p***y to remain consistent with that.”

“What?” I breathe out, trying to fight him off, but he’s too strong for me. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Yes, I am,” he says, shoving my knees apart. “I f*****g am, and a proof of that is the pattern of girls in these videos, all resembling you. Because that’s how much I’ve f*****g wanted you for months.”

“You wanting me is none of my business,” I struggle again, only for him to shove my legs open again. “Let me go.”

“Fine, I’ll let you go,” he says against my ear, his hot warm on my skin. “But only after I see that cunt. Want to be sure she’s saying the same thing as you. Because you love to lie anyway.”

The way he grabs my thighs, palms closed tightly around it enough to bruise sends another wave of heat between my legs, and I feel something wet slide out of my p***y, already dampening my panties.

Jesus. I can’t believe I’m aroused by the manhandling.

My lack of fight must’ve signaled that I agree to his terms because Knox begins to undo the buttons of my jeans, then the jeans before sliding it down when I lift my hips.

The cold air brushes over my exposed skin, and I shiver, just in time for his finger to disappear underneath my panties, brushing against my p***y.

I moan.

“Jesus,” he breathes against my skin, his voice dark. “You’re soaked. And what did you say again? You didn’t want me?”

“You’ve gotten what you want,” I grit out, hiding my face behind his hand. “Now let me go.”

“Too late I might just want more than this,” he says, dragging a finger over my slick folds and smearing my wetness all over my c**t before pulling it out.

I turn and watch as he takes the finger to his mouth and closes his lips around it, his gaze holding mine while he licks off my arousal.

He groans at the taste of it, then pulls out his fingers. Without another word, he taps on the mouse of the laptop and selects a random video on the site, then plays it.

“Watch,” he says. “And I want you to touch yourself to it. f**k your cunt to it the way you do every night to the thoughts of me. And when you’re done, I’m going to f**k you so f*****g hard, you’ll be unable to walk.”