A Night of Pleasure with My Stepbrother

Harper’s Pov Today was my 18th birthday, the day my boyfriend, Caleb Russo, was finally supposed to introduce me to his world. With a wide smile on my face, I pushed the door open—but what I thought would be the happiest day of my life instantly turned into my personal hell. Spread across one of the front-row desks was Agatha. My best friend for as long as I could remember. Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, her legs locked firmly around Caleb’s hips. He was devouring her with a carnal urgency he had never dared to show me. His hands gripped her thighs with a brutal possessiveness. "f**k, baby… just as tight as always!" Caleb groaned, hammering into her like a demon. "Mmm… I’m yours… always yours!" she gasped, arching her back as she threw her head back in total ecstasy. The coffee cup slipped from my numb fingers. The cardboard hit the floor with a thud that was almost useless against the loud moans echoing through the room. I felt the scalding liquid splash my shoes, but I didn't feel the burn. All I felt was the void tearing its way through my chest. I couldn't believe it. Was this a lie? It had to be a nightmare! But as I stepped back, my spine hit a set of instruments, and the two semi-naked bodies spun around abruptly toward me. Caleb’s face went deathly pale, as if he’d just seen a ghost. Agatha, on the other hand, didn't make the slightest effort to cover herself. She leaned back, staring at me with a predatory smirk as she calmly adjusted her hair. "Harper…" Caleb’s voice was a broken, pathetic whisper as he clumsily tried to pull up his pants. "What… what are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I only heard Agatha’s sharp, mocking laughter as she snapped her fingers, dripping with lust. She slid off the desk with insulting elegance. "I’m the one who called her…" she said, stepping toward me. She smelled of the expensive perfume I had spent months saving for just to give her for her birthday. "Did you really think a man like Caleb would settle for a charity case forever? Darling… you were just a bet." My eyes went wide. I had no idea what Agatha was talking about, but she made sure to explain. "You see… Caleb bet the guys he could make the little scholarship girl fall in love," Agatha said. Those words felt like a massive blade piercing my chest. I looked at Caleb, waiting for him to defend me, to say something—anything. But his silence was the final nail in my coffin. He was no longer the man I loved; he was just a disgusting coward. "But he’s already won the bet. He doesn't have to keep pretending anymore." I clenched my fists, wanting to lung forward and strike the smile off her face. But I just stood there, feeling the raw agony of betrayal. I turned my gaze to Caleb, pointing a trembling finger at him. "So, I was just a bet?" My own words burned my throat. "You goddamn bastard!" "I didn't stay to hear his excuses. I spun on my heels, ready to flee, but his final words stopped me like a lash. "Don't be hasty. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you in your pathetic pauper life. No guy of my status will ever look at a simple scholarship student like you." His words were like daggers straight to my chest, but the humiliation made my fists clench abruptly. "You’re a damn bastard!" I screamed at him, the words tearing at my throat. With a swift motion, I turned back and, before he could react, the palm of my hand crashed against his cheek with all the fury I carried inside. The impact echoed in the room, making his eyes widen as he pressed a hand against his now-reddened face. He couldn’t believe what I had done; however, I didn’t want to wait to see his reaction. With innate speed, I turned and ran until my lungs burned and the world became a blur of lights and tears. My mother was in the center of the room, wearing a pearl-colored silk dress we could never have afforded. "Harper! You’re just in time!" She ran toward me and took my hands, ignoring my red eyes and disastrous appearance. "I have the most wonderful news of our lives! I’m getting married!" I stood speechless, watching the giants in black suits carry out our things as if they owned our very existence. "You’re getting married? To whom? Mom, what is going on? These men… they scare me." "Oh, don’t be silly!" She waved her hand, dismissing my concern with a blinding smile. "It’s my fiancé’s security team. We’re moving to his mansion today. This is our chance to start from scratch, Harper! No more debts, no more fearing the end of the month." I felt a cold sweat break out on the back of my neck. "Mom, what are you talking about?" I forced her to look at me. "I’ve heard stories about the man you’re dating. We can’t just go with him because he has money!" "Enough with the horror stories, Harper!" Her tone turned sharp. "Thomas is a gentleman. He has been generous to me and will be to you. Stop acting like a paranoid child" Arguing with my mother was pointless. At that moment, I realized I was alone. My mother had sold our peace for a wad of cash. I didn't even respond. I just grabbed my phone and walked out of the house, ignoring her shouts about the move at eight in the morning. My feet led me by inertia toward the BlueStar, a dark bar where people went only to suppress their sins. I walked quickly to the bar, slammed my only twenty-dollar bill onto the wood, and lifted my shattered gaze to the bartender. "Give me the strongest thing this piece of junk can pay for." The bartender examined the bill with a raised eyebrow and, without asking, planted a cheap bottle in front of me. I didn't even look at the label. I grabbed a glass and poured the first drink, feeling the liquid sear my throat. I didn't wait; I poured a second shot, then another, and another, until the bottle became my only friend. The pain in my chest began to fade as everything around me started to spin. The noise vanished into absurd thoughts and my lips curled into a fake smile. I knew I was drunk, alone, and that my hell was about to begin. However, I felt at peace. With a slight smile, I tried to stand up to go to the bathroom, but gravity betrayed me. My legs buckled and my body swayed to one side. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion before my eyes. I expected the impact against the floor, when suddenly a pair of massive, warm arms wrapped around my waist, catching me mid-air. "Careful, sweetness. There won't always be someone to save you." The moment I heard that voice, my entire body began to vibrate. It was a deep, raspy voice, with a breath of whisky and expensive tobacco that hit my face like a storm. I slowly lifted my gaze to see him, but the dizziness wouldn't let me focus on his face. I could only feel his masculinity hitting against my belly as my skin prickled. "You... you saved me," I said, my voice broken and trembling. The man lifted the corner of his lips into a soft smile while keeping one hand on my waist. With the other, he raised his glass and slammed the alcohol back, making his Adam's apple move up and down with a deliberate slowness that made my heart race. I must have looked like an i***t, staring at him with wide eyes, my tongue slowly grazing my bottom lip. Could this be the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life? However, my thoughts came to a halt when his deep, masculine voice echoed in my head. "Do you like what you see?" he asked with a dangerous smile. A malicious grin appeared on my lips. At any other time, I would have shaken my head and hurried to pull away from his grip. But something inside me wanted to be right there, pressed against that massive man with the wicked face and thick lips. "I love it," I admitted, while my hands, driven by alcohol and spite, traced the impeccable fabric of his suit.