Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(46)

She looks around the room and her eyes come in my direction, pausing on me, and in that second, my body heats up. I feel like her eyes have seared into my bone and flesh. What feels like hours, I know was a mere second before her eyes have moved away from me.

I know she was made for me.

I wouldn’t feel like this if it didn’t mean anything.

She is the one.

I will show her that I am hers.

She will see that I am everything she could possibly want.

Soon she will be mine.





Sasha


Now



My head falls back against the wall as I feel his hard dick thrust inside me. He hikes my leg up higher, his fingers digging into my thigh. I beg him to dig in harder and I feel his nails pierce into my skin.

He knows what I like, what makes me moan in ecstasy.

I still feel the adrenaline from the show run through my veins.

I hear people moving about not that far from us and it makes me even more turned on. Knowing we could get caught any second. He starts thrusting harder, faster, so I know he’s close. I place my hand between us and start rubbing my clit, the ache building inside me. I rub harder and then bite down on his shoulder as my orgasm hits me and soon he follows, screaming out his own release.

We stay in place for a couple of minutes until I start to push him away. He releases my leg and I adjust my leather dress and pat down my hair. I look to him and his eyes are on me.

“Don’t forget to look after my baby,” I tell him. He knows my baby is my guitar. It’s the guitar my father gave me. I don’t play it in my shows but I like bringing it everywhere with me. I like knowing a part of him is still with me.

“Sure, Sasha,” Digger says, still not moving. Digger is part of the roadie crew. He is very attractive with thick, dark brown hair that covers his eyes. His eyes are a light shade of blue. His body is so damn lickable, and I have the pleasure to do so whenever I want.

“You can go now.” He nods and walks around me. I lean back against the wall, sighing. I hope he isn’t starting to get attached to me.

He knows my rules.

He knows if he starts to get any kind of feelings for me, our easy, free fucking would stop.

I start to head to my changing room when I hear Xander, my stepfather, shouting. I look into my room to see him yell at one of the security guys.

“How did you not see who came in here? This is unacceptable.” I look at the words on my mirror, the flowers placed around my room.

So, crazy fan is at it again.

I walk further in and see my mom sitting on the couch so I go to her and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. We watch Xander take out his frustration before the security guy leaves.

“I love how protective he is,” mom whispers.

“That’s it. I have had enough of this bullshit. We are getting you a bodyguard.” This isn’t the first time he has suggested it, each time I always say no. I stand and start pacing. Xander takes my place next to my mother.

“I am not getting a bodyguard.” I groan out to the room. I can see the concerned look on their faces but they are making too much of a deal out of nothing. I look back to my mirror with the words ‘beautiful as always’ written in my lipstick. I head to the flowers that cover my desk. I know it’s harmless. It’s just a crazy fan, but I want to know, how is he getting in here without anyone seeing?

“Honey, please. I beg of you. It’s just for your safety until we know who is behind this.” I take the flowers without reading the card, placing them in the bin. I don’t need to read the cards, they are always the same.

I love you.

I can’t wait to be with you.

You will be mine.

You touch me, more than you will ever know.

I used to think it was sweet but now, they are just making me crazy. He or she… yes, I said she. It could be a girl. I’ve had my share of women admirers recently. He or she are just getting worse. They know where I live, I receive flowers there if I’m home, I get letters from them telling me what they love about me or our future together.

“Please listen to your mother, the person is getting worse. He…”

“Or she,” I interrupt him and he rolls his eyes.

“Or she, left you rose petals in your room. They are getting through your home gates, leaving petal messages on your lawn. Who knows how crazy the person is. Let’s just get you some security.”

“I don’t want some strange man following me everywhere, being in my home. It wouldn’t feel right for me.” I lean on my knees and I feel my mom’s hand on my shoulder.

“Sweetie, it could get worse.”

“It’s just flowers and letters, how much worse can it get?” Just like I jinxed it, there is a tap on the door and Joe, one of the other roadies, looks to me and my parents.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I found this near your guitar when I was packing it away.” He walks over, handing me a huge envelope. I take it, covering my mouth with my hand when I see the words.

Soon Sasha…

Soon x





“Oh, God,” Mom whispers. I turn the envelope over and open it slowly to see photographs. I gasp when I see picture after picture of me in my house, in my hotel rooms. I’m sleeping. I stand abruptly, dropping everything to the floor when I see a picture of me with my leg kneeled out of my bed sheet and a hand touching my leg.