MADISON
I groan as the sunlight pierces through my eyelids, the brightness forcing me awake. Yawning deeply, I push myself up from the bed, my head still spinning from last night's escapades. Blinking against the glare, I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
Wait, where the hell am I? This definitely doesn't look like my room. The unfamiliar décor and the faint scent of expensive cologne hit me like a tidal wave. As the fog of sleep begins to clear, memories from last night start crashing into my consciousness with relentless force.
FLASHBACK
"One more, One more, One more."
"Would you like to have a drink with me?"
"No, get the fuck out of here,"
"You want me to let you dance with that... excuse of a guy?"
"Who knows, maybe he would've fucked me too. Hard. Deep. Rough, just the way I like it,"
"You would've what?"
"Let him fuck me,"
"You're mine moonlight, Only I can fucking touch you,"
"Only, I can own this, fuck this and destroy it,"
"Who do you belong to?"
"Y-you,"
"Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You,"
"I want your cock, ramming my fucking pussy, until I can't walk,"
"That's your punishment, and I can't fuck you while you're drunk so,"
"Ask me to fuck you, while you're not drunk and I will. So hard, till the only thing you remember is my name, which you will be screaming while I ruin your sweet little pretty pussy,"
FLASHBACK ENDS
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Did I just let my step-brother finger me to a fucking orgasm? Well, a mind-blowing orgasm, but that is out of the question.
I let my step-brother finger me, I let him touch my pussy, I let him fucking kiss me.
I liked it. I fucking liked every single second of it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it to happen again. But does that mean Edward fucking likes me too? Edward. Fucking. Rossi likes me? And why the hell am I in his room? Did we... Did I just have sex with Edward and not remember it?
My heart races as I peek under the blanket. I'm wearing nothing but his shirt and my panties—no fucking bra. Relief mingles with embarrassment.
The door creaks open, and Edward walks in, his gaze shifting to me with an unreadable expression. "How're you feeling now?" he asks, his voice carrying a note of concern.
I yawn, trying to shake off the last vestiges of sleep and the throbbing headache. "Except for the headache, good," I reply, my cheeks flushing with a blend of awkwardness and residual emotion from last night.
Edward stutters, his usual composure wavering. It's clear he wants to say something. The thought that he might regret what happened sends a wave of panic through me.
"Do you remember... what happened last night?" he asks, his voice trailing off.
I freeze, caught between truth and denial. Instead of nodding, I shake my head. Why the hell did I just lie? Edward's face falls into a look of disappointment. If he's disappointed that I don't remember, does that mean he doesn't regret it?
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My Step-Brother Boss 18+
Roman d'amourMadison Isla Romano is an only child. Her father died when she was 5. All she had was her mother, who wasn't the most pleasant mother to Madison. When her mother forces her to move back to Florida, Madison learns her mother is marrying a retired bu...
