FIERCED 1: A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free PDF

cheek giving me delicious quivers of rising lust. “Come. Very willingly.”
    Ryan does something to me. He makes me cheeky and lewd and risky all at once. I'm dying for an affair to remember. Whats the point of being in Italy if you aren't going to enjoy seduction and romance? Lately I've had the violent need coursing through me constantly, to feel a man's arms crush me into their embrace. A solid wall of chest I can trail my tiny fingers across and feel securely protected and cared for.
    His hand comes across my hip to press flat into my stomach and pull me back into him. I lean back against his lean but firm frame and lightly graze my tush into his groin. Nothing too slutty, just enough to spur him on. There's a definite bulge greeting me.
    “Oh, Lisa, you feel so good in my arms. You fit into me the way I knew you would when I collected your hand.”
    “I know. We fit perfectly as an Italian suit.”
    He scoops me into his arm to pull me through the crowd. We weave our way with him leading and me tumbling along beside him.
    “Where are we going? What's the rush?” I giggle as I try to keep up with his stride.
    “I work at the Embassy, there's always the likelihood I'm being watched. We can't let your father find out.”
    “Find out what? Daddy's possessive but I would imagine you're exactly the man he'd have in mind for me.” I'm struggling to keep up now as we hurtle along the wide corridors of the film studio and Ryan pulls open a door.
    He looks behind him like a convict on the run and I wonder what the hell he has in store for me that he's so terrified of my father. Must be a boss thing. Again that swarthy brute swarms up into my vision.
    “I ain’t afraid of Pappy, Principessa .” Shit, stop thinking about that monstrous pig. Just the image of him pressing hard into me against the wall and calling me that stupid name makes me want to kick out. If only my clit wasn't tweaking with the thought of his huge arms encircling me, his graze of stubble along my neck.
    Stop, focus on the man you're with. Ryan's great. Perfect for you. Even if he is a little too agitated about us getting caught. At first the door seems locked but then it gives and Ryan drags me in behind him.
    “What are we doing in a storeroom?” I say. I giggle with a slight shudder as he advances toward me. I back up a step and my back hits the wall. A stray pair of brooms collide and clatter to the concrete. Ryan's mouth smothers mine and his hand fists my breast. I almost miss the cheesy sweet words of the Italian men over this full-on attack.
    “Ryan stop, slow down I mean, it's getting out of control.”
    “But I want you so bad, baby. You have no idea how you're driving me crazy every moment since I met you. I can't think of anything else.”
    “But we don't have to take it so fast. We only just met and do we have to do it in what is basically a broom closet.”
    “Storage unit. Come on Lees, doesn't that seem kinda hot to you?”
    “Yes, no. maybe. Under different circumstances, like if I knew you a little more.”
    “Come on baby, you know you want to get rid of that uptight virgin trapped inside you,” he moans into my neck, suckling and slurping at the point it curves into my shoulder.
    He's tugging at my dress, trying to free my breast as he kneads it like silly putty.
    What makes him think I'm a virgin? Christ, not even the Italian men are this pushy. I should push him off me. I don't want to be forced into this although I don't want Ryan to get mad and refuse to take me to the party.
    The door slams open and ricochets off the wall. It would have smacked back into the face of the person opening it except he raises a fist and the door rebounds again, right off his iron knuckles and comes to a standstill.
    Ryan and I both stare in horror at our detector. His face is a raging mask of anger.
    “What the fuck are you doing to my sister?”
    “Oh please,” I squeak, I almost want to burst out laughing except no one has ever tried