C12 Eaten By My Stepbrother-1

RAVEN'S POV

The club pulsed with heavy bass and dim red lighting. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor while my friends screamed with laughter around the VIP table. Mia’s twenty-first birthday had turned filthy fast. Truth or Dare had started as jokes. Now it was dangerous.

The empty bottle pointed straight at me.

“Raven,” Mia grinned wickedly, eyes sparkling with tequila. “I dare you to find the hottest guy in this club and tell him to eat your pussy. No chickening out. Or you drink the entire penalty tray.”

My stomach flipped. The girls cheered and clapped.

I scanned the room and locked eyes on him.

He leaned against the bar like he owned the shadows. Tall, muscular, leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, dark messy hair, and a jaw that could cut glass. A dangerous mix of biker and something sharper. His eyes were already on me, intense and unreadable.

My pussy throbbed at the thought.

“Fine,” I muttered, heart racing. “Watch this.”

I walked over, hips swaying in my tiny black dress. He watched every step.

I stopped right in front of him, chin up even though my voice wanted to shake. “Eat my pussy.”

He stared at me for a long second, then let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Cute. Try harder, princess. I’m not in the mood for desperate little girls tonight.”

Rejection burned my cheeks. My friends were watching. The alcohol and pride pushed me forward.

I grabbed his wrist. “Then let me get you in the mood.”

I dragged him toward our private VIP booth. He let me. The second the heavy curtain fell behind us, I shoved him down onto the leather couch.

His eyes darkened with challenge.

I reached behind my back, unzipped my dress, and let it fall. No bra. My tits spilled free, nipples already hard. I pushed my black lace panties down my legs and kicked them aside, standing completely naked in front of him except for my heels.

His gaze burned across my body.

I climbed onto the couch, swung one leg over his shoulder, then the other, and lowered my dripping pussy directly onto his mouth.

“Eat me,” I ordered, grabbing the back of the booth for balance. “Right fucking now.”

He groaned against my wet folds. Then his tongue attacked like he’d been waiting for it.

“Fuck—” I gasped.

He licked me slow and filthy at first, dragging his tongue from my entrance up to my swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider as he devoured me. His tongue pushed inside my hole, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed perfect circles on my clit.

I reached down and rubbed my clit frantically with two fingers, rolling my hips on his face. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy filled the booth. He sucked harder, then replaced his tongue with two thick fingers, pumping them deep and curling them against my G-spot while his mouth sealed around my clit.

“Oh my god—yes—right there—” My thighs trembled around his head. I pinched my nipple with my free hand, riding his face shamelessly as pleasure built fast and violent.

He growled against my cunt and sucked my clit with ruthless pressure, fingers stroking that perfect spot faster. I came hard, crying out as my pussy gushed on his tongue and fingers. My walls clenched repeatedly while he kept licking and drinking every drop, refusing to stop until I was shaking and whimpering.

When I finally slid off his face on trembling legs, I saw the massive bulge straining in his jeans.

“Let me help you with that,” I whispered, reaching for his zipper.

He caught my wrist, eyes cold again. “I’m good. Go back to your little friends, princess. You got what you came for.”

The dismissal stung worse than the rejection. I dressed quickly and stumbled back to the table, face flushed, thighs still slick with my own juices and his spit.

My friends cheered like I’d won.

I laughed along, but inside I felt used. Hungry. And strangely obsessed with the stranger who just destroyed me with his mouth and then tossed me aside.

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**Three Weeks Later**

I wheeled my last suitcase into my mom’s new husband’s luxurious mansion, forcing a smile. Mom was over the moon about her new marriage. I was just glad to have somewhere to land after college.

“Richard’s son Kai should be home soon,” Mom said excitedly. “He’s a bit intense but very successful. You two will get along perfectly.”

The front door opened.

He walked in.

Same leather jacket. Same sharp jaw. Same dark eyes that had devoured my pussy in that club booth.

My new stepbrother.

Kai’s gaze landed on me. For a split second something dangerous flashed across his face. Then it vanished. He smiled politely, like a stranger.

“Raven,” he said smoothly, extending his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

His grip was firm, lingering a second too long. But his face stayed perfectly neutral. No recognition. No heat. Like that night had never happened.

All evening he was the perfect son — charming with our parents, distant and formal with me. He barely looked at me. Acted like I was background noise.

Later that night, after everyone went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. My pussy ached remembering his tongue. I slipped out of bed and quietly opened his bedroom door.

On his nightstand, folded neatly under the lamp, was a pair of black lace panties.

My panties. From the club.

Kai sat on the edge of his bed in the dark, shirtless, watching me with burning, obsessive eyes. His hand rested on the massive bulge in his sweatpants. The outline clearly showed a thick piercing at the head.

“You kept them,” I breathed.

He smirked slowly. “I’ve been obsessed with you for months, little stepsister. I knew exactly who you were that night at the club. And now you’re living under my roof.”

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

“From now on, that pussy doesn’t get touched by anyone — including you — unless I allow it.”

He slowly pulled out his thick, pierced cock, stroking it once while keeping the rest of his body hidden in shadow.

The man who rejected me after eating me to orgasm in public was now my stepbrother. And he had been watching me long before that night.