SEDUCING MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER

Chapter 6 Covert Rendezvous

Elena's pov

The small flame of victory that had been ignited after the phonecall was instantly extinguished after Anderson and grandma finished talking.

In the end, Anderson managed to persuade Nana somehow.

I was to keep using my old-fashioned device, keep being drove around by the f*****g devil and I was supposed to wash out that ridiculous dye from my hair.

Her words, not mine. It seemed the only ally I had had switched sides and taken my father's side.

It was the dead of the night by the time I was done washing out my dye and I was already feeling very f*****g miserable when I stepped out of the bathroom. The sight of Knox, sprawled on my bed was enough to stop me in my tracks.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I blurted out, frustration and exhaustion dripping from my words.

Knox looked up, his eyes dark but filled with an emotion I haven't seen for a long time; concern. "Calm your t**s," he drawled softly, "you need someone to talk to. I'm here to help."

"f**k off."

"I'll rather f**k you."

My eyes widened. Embarrassment tinged my cheeks red. "You can't keep saying s**t like that, Knox!" I hissed.

"Why not?"

"Things are different now! You're my stepbrother."

"When are you going to get it through your big, beautiful head that that means nothing to me."

Beautiful. He called me beautiful. Ha! It was a backhanded compliment, but I'll take it.

"Just tell me what you want, Knox." I sighed, suddenly done fighting.

He was quiet for a few minutes as he watched me with those dark, deadly eyes of his. "Come here," he said softly.

My resolve trembled. My fragile walls crumbled and scattered all over the floor. Maybe I was just tired, exhausted from the entire ordeal. Maybe I craved love and acceptance in whatever form I could find it.

Climbing the bed, I crawled into his waiting arms.

He was bigger than I remembered, muscular and stronger... But his embrace still held the warmth I had come to love.

He rubbed my arms and hugged me close, sighing contently into my hair.

"Talk to me, Elena. Vent, scream, shout, f**k it, f**k me if you have to, use me like a horse. Tomorrow, we can go back to pretending we despise each other. I can't stand the pain radiating off of you anymore."

"I don't want to talk," I whispered, looking up at him. His eyes were fathomless, dark, swirling with a heavy emotion I couldn't quite place.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, his lips brushing mine.

You know. You already know, you arrogant bastard, you just want me to say it.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down, pulling him into a scathing kiss.

He went ballistic after that.

His eyes widened in surprise as I initiated the intense kiss, but he quickly responded, his lips meeting mine with an equal fervor. The pent-up tension and frustration melted away as our bodies pressed against each other, seeking solace and release.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies, desperate and hungry, fueled by a mixture of desire and anger. It was a passionate collision, fueled by the intensity of our emotions and the undeniable chemistry that had always simmered between us.

"Sweetheart," he groaned as I slipped my hand between us until I was palming his already rigid c**k.

His grip tightened around me, his touch possessive and demanding. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, dipping my hand into his sweatpants and earning a low hiss from him.

"f**k!" He cursed, his voice thick with desire and frustration. He pressed himself against my hand, seeking more of the pleasure I was offering.

I could feel his arousal, hard and throbbing, in my grasp. The raw need in his eyes mirrored my own. We were both seeking an escape, a way to momentarily drown out the pain and confusion that had plagued us.

As I continued to stroke him, his breath hitched, and he nipped at my collarbone, leaving a mark that would undoubtedly linger. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the sweet agony of anticipation.

Suddenly growling, he climbed on top of me, his forehead touching mine as he pulled me into a searing kiss, practically ripping my t-shirt off of me.

"El," he whispered and I didn't feel like clocking him in the cheekbone for it. "f**k, baby," he rasped and thrusted into me in one deep, furious stroke.

He groaned, nearly collapsing on top of me.

Our bodies collided in a frenzied union, passion and need quickening our breaths.

"Knox," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer and closer, encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I know baby," he rasped back, his voice strained.

With each powerful thrust, our connection intensified, erasing the world outside and narrowing it down to the raw desire between us.

It was as if nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist as our bodies moved in sync, driven by an insatiable hunger for each other. It was a collision of two souls entangled in a cataclysmic dance, seeking solace and oblivion within each other's embrace.

Lost in the sensations, we surrendered to the rhythm of our bodies, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge. Moans mingled with whispered pleas and hushed promises, and the weight of pain on my chest was momentarily lifted.

Time blurred, reality warped. This moment with us connected and cocooned in each other's arms, I found temporary peace, a temporary high that nicotine could only dream of giving me.

I needed him. He was my drug. No matter how much we despised each other, I had to admit the fact that I needed him in my system.

"Oh god. Oh f**k," he gasped, going at a pace that made my entire body tense, impending orgasm building up inside of me.

I bit into his neck, leaving a mark of my own as I came hard.

He tensed above me, following up right behind me. He was trembling, his thrusts choppy and uncoordinated before he finally collapsed on me, rolling me into his arms and holding me tight.

It only took a few moments before reality began to seep back in. The echoes of our actions lingered, leaving us to confront the aftermath of our lust driven action.

"Th- This can't happen again." I told him, breaking the silence.

"So you keep saying."

"Knox..."

"Eat," he sat up, "I had Maya bring up your cake and some food. She was very displeased that you didn't even touch it."

I blinked up at him. I hadn't even noticed the small tray of food sitting on my dresser. Is that how much he consumed my senses? How much I didn't notice anything outside of him?

"You didn't get me a birthday gift." I said instead of a 'thank you.' Trying to distract myself from the butterflies fluttering in my belly.

He raised an eyebrow at me, before leaning over and grabbing something else from the dresser.

It was a vinyl record of my favorite indie artists. What the hell?

"What the f**k, Knox?!" I gasped as he handed it over to me.

"You didn't think I'd forget your birthday, did you?"

"I-"

"Eat. Enjoy the rest of your night and have a goodnight sleep. You need it."

Our gazes locked, and I saw a flicker of something more than animosity in his eyes. This was a fleeting moment. All of this. But I wanted to bask in it, at least, until morning.

We shared cake and ate out dinner and in classic Knox fashion, he wasn't there when I woke up the next morning.