On Your Knees, Stepsister

KAELIN

I shouldn't covet her. It was taboo and frowned upon by society. It would disgust any who heard it, but I couldn't end my feelings. I couldn't tell my heart whom to lust over. That first day, when she helped me without knowing who I was, was the day my feelings started. We were just kids, but I knew, deep down, that she would be mine someday. 

Fate had to play a sick joke by bringing our parents together and making the girl I love my stepsister, making it impossible for me to love her freely.

Grunting, I slid my d*ck into the willing hole of the wh*r* I picked up because of how much she looked like her, the lady I wasn't supposed to think about, one I had pushed away from home. 

I wrapped my fist around the lady's red hair and tugged hard, causing her to gasp. Her p*ssy clenched around my d*ck as I increased my pace, tightening my hold.

“More,” she begged, her arse cheeks bouncing with each thrust. “F*ck! I need more!” She tried to turn, but I held her hair tighter.

It would be over if she looked at me. Imagining her as my stepsister made me hard. My d*ck would soften the minute I stared into her eyes and realized she wasn't my step-sister.

That was why I f*ck*d them doggy style. This way, I wouldn't have to look at their face.

“F*ck!” she screamed when I hit the spot, thrashing under me from both the pain of her scalp hurting from my tight grip, and the pleasure from having her g spot stroked.

With one hand holding her hair in place, I slapped her juicy arse cheeks with my right hand. She moaned louder, trying to match my pace.

“Faster," she begged, her voice getting hoarse from the screaming. 

I stopped and reached for the ball gag I kept just in case the lady I took was a screamer. I hated it when they did that. Her voice was grating on my d*mn nerves. With the gag, I reached for her hair and pulled it back tighter, ignoring her gasps of pain. 

I put the gag in place with no resistance before I resumed my thrusts, eager to get this done. I wasn't feeling it with her anymore. It could be her voice or my earlier annoyance at seeing Lylah cosy with another man. I wanted to get that scene out of my mind, but it was burned there, refusing to budge, taunting me. 

As she climaxed, her c*nt wrapping tight on my d*ck, I followed suit, thinking of my feisty stepsister as I offloaded into the rubber. 

Letting out a grunt, I pushed away from her and got down from the bed. I reached for my briefcase and brought out a wad of cash, which I threw at her. 

“Take that and get out.”

“What?” She sat up, looking at me with a frown. 

Now that she didn't have her back to me and the haze of the s*x was long gone, I realised she didn't look anywhere near my step-sister. Her looks were just so-so. Not on par with my angel. 

“You heard me.” I got out a stick of cigarette from my discarded slacks and lit it, taking a whiff as I strode over to my sofa. “Get lost.” When I spoke this time, my tone conveyed my emotions. She must have read into it, realized I wasn't playing because she scrambled down from the bed and hastily wore her gown. She took the wad of cash, stared at me for a few seconds, before she hurried out, with her shoes in her hand. 

The door clicked behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I took another drag of my stick and exhaled, thinking of how different life would have been if the only woman I ever wanted wasn't as stubborn as hell. 

Lylah. 

My feisty, sweet stepsister and the most feisty woman I have ever met. What I wouldn't give to tame her, to snuff out that fire while healing her. 

It wasn't possible, though. Ever since she left at 20, our paths hardly crossed. And when it does, it always ends with her yelling obscenities at me. 

I let out a dry chuckle. 

She was the only woman who ever stood up to me, the devil of the dark world. While others cowered in my presence, scrambling to get my attention and some scraps from my table, she always met me head-on with a fearless glint…

CHAPTER 1

LYLAH

He's my enemy, the bane of my existence, and the boy who tortured me from kindergarten to university. Everywhere I went, he followed, stealing my first position and every damned prize from me. At home, it was still the same. My mum loved him more than she loved me. He basked in all the attention he got from our parents until I couldn't have it anymore. 

After our parents died in an accident during my last year at university, I left home, completed my studies and started my business from scratch. I wanted to show the world I could do everything my stepbrother has ever done. Most importantly, I wanted to escape being regarded as his shadow and the second best. 

Following in my footsteps, he also established his business, first as my rival, before he joined the underground world. I knew all about that because I always kept tabs on him. 

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I needed to know his movements so I could always be ahead of him, and it helped me. I succeeded five years alone, building up my empire until I got three bars in the city, all single-handedly opened by me. I didn't use a cent from my trust fund. 

I would have, though, but I couldn't. Kaelin had all the documents. I would have had to go home to ask for it, and that was one thing I vowed never to do until I had no choice.

The second high-ranking mobster boss was after my life. He had proposed a collaboration with me, but I refused, and that was the beginning of my suffering. 

I got threat messages, and once, I was almost knocked down by a car. He didn't stop at that. This time, he had one of my bars shut down, and intends to do the same to the other two.

I couldn't fight him legally. The men of the underworld ruled the city. There was so much a lady could do alone. 

I hated the gender inequality in this place and the way the wealthy always toyed with those under them. He knew I wouldn't win, and was letting me know the extent he would go, the extra mile he would walk just to get me out of business. 

At that moment, the only person who could help me was the same man I vowed never to have anything to do with. Kaelin. My step-brother.

As the head of the Mobsters' association, or whatever the hell they called it, getting George to pull back wouldn't be difficult for him. 

However, going to him was something I didn't want to do, not after all the harsh words I said to him. He deserved them, though. 

It took getting another bar shut for me to seek him out. My hands shook as I drove to his villa. He still hadn't moved from the house we grew up together in. Though he had enough money to live in the best building in the city, he always went home to that old villa, which had seen over 5 centuries. It was his family's house, passed down from generation to generation. It was his inheritance, but that wasn't his reason for staying there. No one knew.

He hadn't made it a secret how much he hated the place and couldn't wait to leave it someday. 

It came as a shock when I learned he was still living there, contradicting the words he always spoke as a kid. I couldn't understand why he stuck around and didn't care. Kaelin had always been a complicated human. Understanding him was something I had never achieved. 

I parked my car in front of his gate and got down, looking around the familiar place. I shook my head when memories of the past tried to resurface. 

Pushing them down, I continued towards the gate. I knocked on it, and a guard looked out before he opened the gate. He didn't ask who I was, which was a bit… Odd seeing I haven't been here since Kaelin took over. 

Ignoring him, I strode into the property and inhaled the sweet scent in the air. The flowers were in bloom. Kaelin must have kept my garden despite everything. 

I pushed back another memory as I walked up the stone path to the villa. The grey paint was already peeling, and the house looked like it might not last another decade, but Kaelin hadn't done anything to bring it back to its former glory. 

The property was still as it was when I left it. Nothing changed. It was as if I had gone back to the past, to the time when I still lived here.

When I got to the front door, I knocked and let myself in when I didn't get any response. The house was eerily silent, and the dim lighting in the foyer didn't help at all. It made it seem like I was in a cheap horror flick.

I couldn't see beyond what was in front of me, so I had to use the knowledge I had of it to make my way up the stairs and to the second floor. 

“Kaelin!” I called out, looking around the hallway. “Kaelin?”

“In here.”

The response came from his father's study. I hurried towards it and ripped the door open, stepping into a place I had only been thrice in my life. 

The room still smelled faintly of old papers and cigarettes. Just like the house, this place was untouched by time. Everything was in place, from the books lined on the shelves to the couch and coffee table. The only change was the man sitting behind the mahogany desk. 

Instead of his father, Kaelin sat in his place.

“Stepsister,” he called out with a smile, getting to his feet. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, and his lips lifted in a smirk. 

Kaelin still looked just like the bad boy he had always been, with his grey hair tied up in a man bun and a few strands fanning his devilishly handsome face.

“What do I owe the honour of your visit?” He continued when I didn't say a word, walking around the table, to the front. He didn't close the distance between us. He just leaned on the table, folded his arms, and crossed his legs. The black jeans he wore tightened with his stance, the same with the black shirt, which looked like it might burst. “So?” He raised his brows. “Why are you here? I know you are not just here for a courtesy visit. That doesn't sound like you."

I gulped, drew in a deep breath before I uttered the words I never thought I would say. Especially to him. “I need your help.”

His lips lifted in a smirk like I knew they would, and his eyes sparkled. “You need my help?” He asked, not even bothering to hide the smugness in his tone. “Never thought I'd hear such words from your mouth, little sister.”

I bit my inner cheeks hard, fighting back my remarks. This was the reason I didn't want to meet him. I knew he would mock me. I just... I had no choice. He's the only one who can help.

I closed my eyes, inhaled while asking for strength to deal with him. “It's urgent,” I said in a small voice, beating myself up for getting into a situation that made me seek his help.

If only I'd left the city back then when I had the chance, when I was yet to establish myself, it would have been bloody okay. I wouldn't have had any need to be here, looking at him, and resisting the urge to give him my best tongue lashing. I held myself back.

“I know it is.”

I ached to wipe out that smirk on his face.

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