My Biker Stepbrother's Obsession

Aurora's POV

A large hand wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me against his hard muscular body. His hot breath burning against my neck, . He trapped me under his huge body. His every touch, every move, every breath left me on the edge.

I can't see his face, I was blindfolded. Just his touch, his breath and his presence.

I arched my back and begged for more. Between my legs, there's already a pool dripping down. His hard shaft was pressed against my dripping core.

I moaned. I need more.

I was so desperate that I started moving, making myself rub against him, earning a growl from him.

"Fuck me, please!" I groaned.

Now his hot breath descended down my collarbone and then on my chest.

I was feeling his every bite, every sloppy kiss on my hot skin. And then he moved, about to move into me.

"Aurora! Get up already! You're gonna be late! Aurora!"

I was about to lose my virginity in my dream until my stubborn sister decided to bang on my door and scream on top of her lungs.

The mix of my breath and my moans caught in my throat as I choked out of oxygen.

"Oh fuck! Whom was I imagining?" I cursed breathlessly as I quickly got up and fixed myself.

"Aurora Martinez! You're gonna come out right now or I'm breaking this door!" Now she's angry.

"I'm up, I'm up, sissy. Wait a moment!" I yelled and ran toward the door.

"What the hell Aurora? How could you be so careless? It's already late and you're sleeping like you've got a vacation!" She looked at me as if she was gonna swallow me right then.

"Come down, sissy. Why are you always mad at me? It'll take a few seconds. Now go downstairs and don't waste my precious time." I pouted and ran into the bathroom.

"As if you know how precious your time is, huh. And don't forget to send mail before you leave for college." I heard her scoff and leave.

My sister was the most amazing person in the world. Since my mother went into a coma, my sister became like this. Her mood swings every second. Sometimes she gets so angry with little things that she lands slaps on me.

But I don't mind. My big sister sacrificed everything for me and our mother. She left college to take care of our sick mother and little me. She handles everything of this big mansion that my stepfather left for us.

At the age of twelve, my sister and I came to this house with my mother. I had no memories from my childhood. I just knew, my father divorced my mom and then she married a billionaire and we all moved to San Francisco.

My stepfather and my mother had a car accident two years ago. My stepfather died from that accident and my mother went into a coma. She had several serious injuries. She would be better now if we could transfer her to New York. But we were unable to contact the headquarter of the company. We send emails everyday to the company but get no reply.

My mother was truly married to a billionaire but we have no rights over his money until they provide us. We are depended on my stepfather's company. And for this one and a half years ago they used to send money for my mother's treatment but they wouldn't contact us. As the doctor said my mother needed a heart transplant, we started trying to contact the company a few months ago. The company's headquarters is also in NYC.

My sister and I have no one around us except my hospitalized mother. We promised mom that we'd give her the best treatment and make her come back to us.

After getting ready, I took my laptop and sent the same email for over forty times. I rushed downstairs, passing the grand hallway and stairs. Sometimes I feel like a princess lost in this huge old fashioned mansion, living only with my sister and two servents.

"Oh, Sophia. How many years you're gonna pass by taking care of your sick mother and pampering your mannerless sister who's already eighteen. Just marry my son and be a part of our family. You can still stay here with us." I heard the familiar creepy voice talking to my sister.

As I stepped in the dining area, I saw my mother's step-sister, Maria looking at my sister with anger and hatred.

"Why the fuck are you here again? How many times did I say don't disturb my sister? Get your ass out of the house!" I hissed as my patience broke.

This woman is pure evil and greedy. Since my mother went into a coma, they suddenly appeared, not for help, to marry his son off with my sister so that they could come and make a troop in this house, stay here and swallow all the money the company sent for my mother's treatment.

"Stop cursing bitch! I want your sister as my daughter is law that doesn't mean I can't teach you some lesson." She gritted her teeth and gave me the nastiest glare.

"Oh trust me, I'm the one who's gonna teach you a lesson if you're not getting out of this fucking house right now." I raised my voice as I felt my anger is on the edge.

She looked at me for a few moments and then my sister who was silently eating breakfast carelessly because this was the everyday routine for almost two years.

"As if this is your house. When the real owner of the house is gonna come here, you two and your hospitalized mother is gonna end up in the streets of California! After all, he had to left this house and California just for you Aurora. Don't think he'll let you stay at his house after what you did to him." She mocked at me and walked away before I could say a word. She knew where to hurt.

But the most important thing I was thinking then was.. HIM.

My stepfather has a son with a renowned Italian model, his previous wife.

Artemis Marcello Fernandez.

The last time I saw him was five years ago. He was a twenty four year old then. Infamous for his hot and short temper, playboy, a passionate biker, mannerless, shameless, breathtakingly and devilishly tall and handsome, thanks to his Italian model of a mother's DNA.

He came to San Francisco two years ago when he was informed about his father's death. After attending the funeral, he left without setting a foot in the house.

It's true that he left this house and this city because of me. But I still don't know what I did to him. The look he gave me five years ago, felt like a moment ago. A part of me was still so scared.

"Aurora." The train of my thoughts broke when my sister called me.

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'll grab something on my way." I somehow managed to choke out.

I rushed out of the mansion gate, a side of the gate had a big tag with his name 'Artemis Manor' reminding me just like everyday that we're living under his mercy.