Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(18)

My mother regained her composure. “James, this is Victoria, my daughter.”

James walked forward and grabbed my hand. “You have your mother’s beauty,” he said to me.

I glanced at Tyler as a strange feeling washed over me. Something about this was all wrong. I knew this was too good to be true.

“Thank you,” I replied, a slight blush coming to my cheeks. “You’re too kind.”

Tyler was the first to figure it out. “Wait a minute,” he said. He looked at my mother, then back at me, his eyes going wide. “If this is your daughter, then that means I’m Victoria’s . . .”

“Stepbrother,” I whispered in horror.





Chapter 10





Victoria





Tyler walked back into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his rippling abs moist from a recent shower. I laid in his bed, breathing in and out, recovering from a powerful orgasm.

“So what happens now?” I asked him. “We can’t continue on like this.”

Tyler looked at me, and I found it hard to keep my eyes from straying down to his waist. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“You're my stepbrother,” I said. “Neither your dad nor my mother will approve of our relationship. They don’t believe it’s proper.”

Tyler scowled. “Fuck what’s proper. I've never obeyed the rules before, and I'm not about to now.”

“But not when it comes to something like this.”

Tyler walked over and sat on the bed next to me, and his towel slipped down several notches. “I’ll make them get a divorce.”

I sat up in the bed, shocked. “What?”

Tyler grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. Beneath it, I could feel his heart beat. “If it’ll make you feel better about being with me, and if it will take away the taboo aspect, I’ll do it.”

I stared at him, horrified. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not? From what you say, your mother hasn’t been very kind to you, and shit, my dad hasn’t been anything but an * to me. So what’s the big deal? They’ve screwed us over, and they’re both standing in the way of what we want.”

“I just can’t do that,” I said. “I’d never forgive myself.”

Tyler became quiet. “Do you want to be with me or not?” he asked finally.

“Yes.”

“Okay then.” His lips found my neck, and I could only resist for one second before I gave in to his advance. “Either they’re going to accept us, or I’m going to destroy them.”





Chapter 11





Victoria - Two Weeks Later





“Either they’re going to accept us, or I’m going to destroy them . . .”

I let out an explosive breath, my limbs wracked by powerful tremors, and clenched the bed sheets tightly beneath my nails. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me and I arched my back to the ceiling as Tyler’s relentless mouth sucked on my overflowing mound.

“That was explosive.” I sighed when it was over, relaxing back onto the bed. A droplet of sweat dropped from my forehead onto my exposed breasts, and I shivered at the goosebumps that covered my flesh.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Tyler looked up at me from in between my legs, an impish smile on his face, his lips wet from his meal. Oh, that smile. A smile that could break a million hearts. A smile that had stolen mine.

“There’s more where that came from,” Tyler assured me with confidence.

His deep baritone caused a stirring below, despite what he’d just done to me. But a deep ache warned me that I couldn’t handle much more of what he could dish out.

“Oh no,” I moaned weakly, “I don’t think I can take anymore. Not yet.”

Tyler’s grin grew wider as he reared up from between my legs, displaying his chiseled torso that glistened with sweat, and wiped my juices from his chin in one smooth motion. “Seriously? I went easy on you, babe.”

Despite my trepidation at a second round with Tyler, I was filled with overwhelming excitement over his lust for me. I’d never had a man want me so fully and utterly. Never.

It was still hard to believe that Tyler, an incredibly handsome, rich and eligible bachelor, would want plain old me. Me, a simple girl struggling to make ends meet, working for a ruthless, power-hungry fashion designer who would discard me as soon as I was no longer of any use to her.

What was even more unbelievable was the fact that he was my stepbrother. My stepbrother. The words sounded alien to me. The events that had led to this startling revelation were almost too much to process.

In the week since we’d been discovered by our parents, Tyler had gotten into several vicious arguments with his father over our relationship. In the meantime, I avoided my mother, who I’m sure had it out for me as well. I still couldn’t figure out how my mom got a billionaire to marry her, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. She was always good at swindling.

Either way, I wasn’t going to listen to her views on my relationship with Tyler, just like I never let her dissuade me from fashion. The fact that he happened to be my stepbrother really didn’t matter to me. I mean, it’s not like we’d grown up together. Besides, I was angry with her for abandoning me in my time of need.