Sinful Desires; Their Addiction

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ch strapped to my wrist before turning my

manly ego. Truth is, my boyfriend Caleb, was small down there. His cock was the size

ay yes just to make him feel good about himself. I wo

and the kind of touch that worked best for me. Caleb never quite grasped it. Not o

t apply to

it was the two of them - my stepbrothers, Liam and Aiden. It

eat pooled in my belly. A deep thrumming e

ay. I hadn't seen them again ever since, nor communica

be different. They'd touch me the way I desired, and they'd take me the way I craved. Not like bo

y, the experience of that night redefined my sex

. With a groan, I held onto the stall divider, gasping into Sarah's sma

ing before her. "Good girl," I whispered, reaching out to scratch b

th the rush, Emma? I

g back at him. "You were late. It's

l I was facing him. "Shut the fuck up, Em."

"Fuck. Tha

g." With a rough flex of his hips, he shoved himself deeper, yet did nothing.

't ignore. "Emma, darling, breakfast is ready!"

I got

ved once again, and I glanced at my watch impatient

He groaned, frustrated as he brushed hi

pair of well-worn jeans and buttoning my flannel shirt, attire th

nd pointy as a six-inch nail. Not caring about his mood, I

ew day. I smiled as a chilly breeze blew by, making the strands of my dark raven curls bl

's voice broke me

-dapper stepdad, Mr. Hasting, sitting at the dining table with all the sophistication of a charact

him. I had to put up with him even though it

tchen, but the air in the room wa

as I hopped onto a stool, my e

ere you? Before I could respond, "Never mind." She pushed

t, Mom?" My spoon guided my cof

oat with the grace of a politician trying to evade a tough question. "Liam and Aiden ar

nded in my chest, and my breath became incoherent. They are comin

my bedroom and refusing to open the door even when they came knocking to tel

anaged to s

years of sipping whiskey on the porch. "The ranch is in a bit of a pickle, Emma. Your mother and I have been

anching abilities ruffled my feathers. "I've been wrangling this place for two years," I retorted, my voice laced with irrita

mine, and she gave me an empathetic look. "Liam's got some ranch m

That came out wrong. I looked between them, shocked by my

like that." Mr. Hasting demande

who is sleeping with his best friend's wife, "I r

own on my face as she gave me a tight slap

first time she ever hit me. The pain shot through

nd she broke down in tears. "

m. Unbelievable that she could not

rom him. I am experienced enough. I just wanted her to have a little faith in me, t

ot. I pressed my back against the door and screamed out my frustratio

o, in my humble opinion, had replaced my father too fast. It felt like sh

was as sharp as a cactus spine a

ing back, my entire life is