Chapter 3

I tried to scream, but the sound died in my throat, I tried to scramble off the bed, but my limbs refused to obey. 

Shock had paralyzed me completely,Jayden stood over me, his presence overwhelming, his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than his usual mockery.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

 In one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

My breath caught.

His bare chest was nothing short of sinful,broad shoulders tapered into a sculpted torso, every muscle sharply defined under the dim red lighting of the room. 

His abs were a work of art — tight, rippling ridges that flexed with each breath, no wonder he bragged endlessly about girls throwing themselves at him. For one treacherous second, a dark thought slipped through my mind, I wish he could be mine. I wish he would pin me down and fuck me senseless every single day.

Reality crashed back in like cold water.

He’s your stepbrother, stop. 

You can’t think like that.

Jayden leaned forward, lips descending toward mine. I turned my head sharply at the last moment, dodging the kiss. 

Desperation surged through me,i planted both hands on his chest and pushed with every ounce of strength I possessed. But it was useless, he was bigger, stronger, and far more determined.

 Instead of moving him, my palms only registered the impossible warmth and smoothness of his skin, the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath my fingers.

“How did you even get in here?” I gasped, voice trembling. “I ordered a call boy, not you!”

“Stop talking nonsense, you fool,” he growled, voice low and rough. “How I got here doesn’t matter, what matters is that I’m already here.”

Before I could protest again, his mouth crashed down on mine.

The kiss was fierce, demanding, and utterly consuming, his lips were surprisingly soft yet insistent, claiming me with a hunger that left no room for escape.

 I tried to pull away, mumbling desperately against his mouth.

“Stop… we can’t do this. You’re my brother, mom and Dad will kill us if they ever find out—”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine. Heat exploded through my body, turning my warnings into helpless whimpers.

Panic clawed at my chest as I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. 

His trousers slid down his hips and hit the floor, if our parents ever discovered what was about to happen we would be completely doomed… But deep down, I already knew the truth,once Jayden started something, he never stopped. 

Not until he got exactly what he wanted.

“No one will know,” he murmured against my ear, as if reading my thoughts, “unless you decide to tell them.”

His hand slipped beneath the thin sheet still covering me, rough fingers wrapped around my already aching cock, stroking me slowly from base to tip, a broken moan escaped me before I could stop it.

“Stop—” I tried one last time, but the word dissolved into a gasp as pleasure spiked through me.

Jayden straddled my hips with ease, pinning my wrists above my head with one strong hand. 

His body pressed down on mine, hot and heavy. I fought him — or at least I told myself I did — but my body was already betraying me.

 The sensation was too much, too overwhelming. My resistance crumbled.

I closed my eyes tightly and surrendered.

Jayden’s mouth left mine only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw, my neck, and across my collarbone. 

He lavished attention on my nipples, sucking one into his mouth while his tongue flicked teasingly over the sensitive bud. 

Sharp shivers raced down my spine with every pull and swirl. 

I arched beneath him, unable to hold back the desperate sounds spilling from my lips.

Then I felt it — one thick finger circling my entrance before slowly pushing inside. 

A small, surprised moan tore from my throat, the sound I had been desperately trying to suppress.

“Fuck… so tight,” Jayden groaned softly.

Seconds later, a second finger joined the first, stretching me carefully yet insistently. Pleasure and pressure mixed into something dizzying.

 I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging hard as if that could anchor me against the rising tide of sensation.

When he added a third finger, curling them just right, I moaned louder than I intended — raw, needy, and shameless. 

The sound seemed to spur Jayden on,he let out a low, satisfied groan of his own.

I heard the drawer beside the bed open, Jayden pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it down his impressive length with one hand while the other remained buried inside me, still working me open.

He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicked himself generously, and then pressed the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. 

Slowly — almost torturously — he began pushing in.

The stretch burned a sharp, stinging pain made me grit my teeth and clutch at his shoulders. But Jayden didn’t wait for me to adjust. 

The moment he was fully seated, buried to the hilt inside me, he started moving — deep, steady thrusts that stole the air from my lungs.

“How cruel…” I whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure-prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Pain quickly melted into something far more dangerous, every drag of his cock against my inner walls sent sparks shooting up my spine. My mind went completely blank. All I could think about was how full I felt, how perfectly he filled me, and how desperately I wanted more.

“Harder,” I gasped before I could stop myself. “Jayden… fuck me harder please.”

A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest.

 He obliged without mercy, hips snapping forward with increasing force, when he finally hit that sweet spot deep inside me — my prostate — pleasure exploded through my body like lightning, I cried out, back arching violently off the bed as I began rocking my hips to meet every brutal thrust.

Jayden moaned too, the sound low and guttural. “That’s it… take it, little brother.”

We moved together in a frantic rhythm, skin slapping against skin, the room filled with the wet sounds of sex and our shared, desperate breathing.

He flipped us suddenly, pulling me on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered, hands gripping my ass firmly to guide my movements.

I obeyed without thinking, sinking down onto his cock and bouncing with increasing urgency, the new angle made him hit even deeper my hands braced against his chest as I rode him harder, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“My little bro feels so fucking sweet,” he growled, voice thick with lust.

The filthy endearment sent a fresh wave of shy heat through me, but I loved it. I kept moving, chasing the building pressure until I was right on the edge.

“Don’t come yet,” Jayden commanded, voice rough.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pressing me down into the mattress. His hips slammed against my ass with renewed force — hard, fast, and relentless. 

I moaned into the sheets, fists clutching the fabric as pleasure bordered on unbearable.

Only when he felt me trembling on the brink did he finally allow it.

“Come for me.”

I shattered my orgasm crashed over me in powerful waves, my cock pulsing as I spilled across the sheets with a broken cry,Jayden followed moments later, burying himself deep and releasing into the condom with a low, guttural groan.

We collapsed together, breathless and slick with sweat, for a few long minutes, I lay in his arms, heart still racing, his warm chest pressed against my back. The reality of what we had just done slowly began to sink in.

Jayden eventually stirred. “Go take a shower we need to get home.”

I nodded numbly and slipped into the small en-suite bathroom. The hot water stung against my oversensitive skin, especially between my legs. When I came out, Jayden took his turn. We dressed in silence.

As we walked toward the car, every step sent a dull, throbbing ache through my ass, I couldn’t sit properly without wincing. Jayden noticed immediately.

“You okay?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.

I nodded, but the pain was sharp enough to make my eyes water. 

He pulled over at a late-night pharmacy without another word, bought painkillers and a bottle of water, and handed them to me silently.

We arrived home close to dawn. 

Thank God tomorrow was the weekend which means o classes, I could stay in bed and recover.

Before we slipped inside the house, I grabbed his arm, voice barely above a whisper.

“Please, Jayden… let this stay between us it will never happen again, I promise and I’m sorry.”

He looked down at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. 

Then that familiar dangerous smile curved his lips.

“I get to decide that,” he said softly. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, go to bed, my good boy.”

The words sent a confusing tightness blooming in my chest — equal parts fear and forbidden warmth.

I lay in my own bed afterward, staring at the ceiling, body aching in the most intimate places. 

Regret twisted in my gut, but beneath it burned the vivid memory of how intensely I had enjoyed every second. 

The way he had touched me, filled me, claimed me… it had been better than anything I had ever imagined.

But now what?

He's still my brother, and nothing can of that sort will ever happen again. 

Sometimes I secretly wish we weren't related 

And also he said we will talk tomorrow,

What would we talk about tomorrow? What new game was Jayden planning to pull me into?

I closed my eyes, praying whatever came next would be something I could handle.

Because if it wasn’t… I was completely cooked,and I'm not ready for that 

I prayed the next day would be better than the present one.

But today is a day to remember I ticked my calendar.