Pound Me Harder, Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 4 : Midnight Text War

==Layla==

The library door knob turned.

My heart stopped.

Maddox moved fast. He stepped away from me and grabbed a random book from the shelf, pretending to show me something. I smoothed my hair and tried to look normal even though my lips felt swollen and my knees were weak.

My mom stepped inside with a bright smile.

“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking everywhere. Victor wants us all to have dinner together tonight. Family bonding, he calls it.”

I nodded quickly. “Okay, Mom. I’ll be there.”

She looked between Maddox and me for a second, then left. The door clicked shut again.

Maddox let out a slow breath. He turned to me, eyes still dark with everything we had just done.

“We can’t do that again,” I whispered, even though my body still hummed from the kiss.

He didn’t answer. He just gave me one long look before walking out.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Dinner was awkward. Victor talked business. My mom tried too hard to make everything feel normal. Maddox sat across from me acting cold and distant again, but every time our eyes met the air crackled.

By the time I climbed into bed that night I was exhausted and wired at the same time.

I lay there staring at the ceiling. Sleep would not come. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Maddox’s mouth on mine. The way his fingers had slid into my hair. The guilt. The heat.

My phone sat on the nightstand. It lit up with a soft buzz.

Unknown number.

I opened the message.

Maddox: Still awake?

My stomach flipped. I typed back with shaky fingers.

Layla: Yes. Can’t sleep.

Maddox: Me neither. Keep thinking about that kiss in the library.

I bit my lip. Part of me wanted to ignore him. The other part couldn’t stop typing.

Layla: We shouldn’t have done that.

Maddox: But you liked it. I felt how you kissed me back.

Layla: It was a mistake. You’re my stepbrother now.

His next message took longer. When it came through my face burned.

Maddox: Stepbrother or not, I’ve been hard since the moment I tasted you. Been thinking about what else that pretty mouth can do.

I stared at the screen. Heat rushed between my legs. I pressed my thighs together.

Layla: Stop. This is wrong.

Maddox: Wrong feels really f*****g good though. Tell me you’re not wet right now thinking about it.

I hesitated. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then I typed the truth.

Layla: I am. A little.

Maddox: Good girl. Touch yourself for me. Just lightly. Tell me how it feels.

My breath caught. I had never done anything like this before. Never touched myself while talking to someone. But my body was aching.

I slid my hand under the covers. My fingers slipped inside my panties. I was already slick.

Layla: I’m wet. Really wet.

Maddox: f**k. Rub your c**t slowly. Imagine it’s my tongue.

I did what he said. A soft gasp escaped me. Pleasure bloomed fast.

Layla: It feels good. Too good.

Maddox: That’s my girl. Slide a finger inside. Tell me how tight you are.

I pushed one finger in. My walls clenched around it. I imagined it was him.

Layla: Tight. I’m really tight.

Maddox: I knew you would be. Been dreaming about stretching that virgin p***y for months.

The words made me moan quietly. I added a second finger, moving them slowly while my thumb circled my c**t.

Maddox: Are you moaning my name yet?

Layla: Almost.

Maddox: Say it out loud while you f**k yourself with your fingers. Pretend it’s me inside you.

I whispered his name into the dark room. “Maddox…”

My hips rocked against my hand. The pleasure built higher. I was getting close. Faster than I expected.

Maddox: Good girl. Come for me, Layla. Let me hear how you sound when you fall apart.

I rubbed faster. My breathing turned ragged. The o****m hit me hard. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle the cry as waves of pleasure rolled through me. My fingers stayed inside until the last tremor faded.

I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. Guilt crashed over me immediately. What was I doing?

My phone buzzed again.

Maddox: Did you come?

Layla: Yes.

Maddox: f**k. I almost walked to your room just now. Almost opened your door and buried myself inside you while you were still shaking.

Layla: You can’t. We can’t.

Maddox: I know. That’s why I stopped myself at the door. But next time I might not be strong enough.

I didn’t know what to reply. My body still tingled. My mind was a mess of shame and want.

Then another message lit up my phone.

This one wasn’t from Maddox.

It was from my ex-producer.

The message made my blood run cold.

“Heard you moved into a billionaire’s house. Those songs we wrote together? I still own them. Meet me or I expose everything.”