Game of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 4) Read Online Free

Game of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 4)
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enthusiastically, our thoughts already preoccupied with exploring the beautiful island we've landed on. When the guide finally finishes, Blane is quick to tip him and walk me to the house where we'll be staying.
    Though it is quaint, it's still luxurious with gorgeous, Egyptian cotton linens and towels, expensive champagne waiting for us when we arrive and every other luxury I thought I might miss during my stay here.
    "I can't wait to go outside!" I exclaim, looking through the curtains at the beautiful sunny day. "There's so much to explore ... Do you think there are any wild animals here?"
    I turn to face Blane, but as soon as I see his face, I know I'm in trouble.
    And I don't mind it one little bit.
    He makes his way over to me, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as my eyes flutter closed, enjoying his sweet gesture. He tips my head back with one finger and I offer my lips to him.
    He doesn't decline the offer, leaning down against my mouth and sucking my bottom lip in his, biting down gently. I moan lightly as his hands come around my body, wrapping me in a tight embrace.
    "Nature will have to wait," Blane growls in my ear. "First, I have some other things for you to do ..."
    He takes my hand, sliding it between his legs where his rock hard cock is already waiting for me, and I'm suddenly desperate for him to plunge into my tightness.
    Moaning and giggling at the same time, I let him take me ... And I forget all about our plans, letting myself enjoy this blissful moment of peace and solitude.
    How foolish I am ...

Chapter 4
    After a long day of making love and exploring the island, we decide to make our dinner by ourselves. Blane and I have a housemaid at home who prepares most of our meals, plus we eat out a lot, so actually preparing something from scratch is a little strange for us.
    But seeing the fridge and pantry stocked with so much amazing food, I can't help but feel inspired by the local produce. I even end up picking some fruit and vegetables from the garden in the backyard.
    Blane helps me with dinner, and we make grilled fish with steamed veggies and potatoes. It might seem silly, but the way we work together in the kitchen makes me feel happy.
    When we finally sit down in the dining room, a feast before us, I'm ravenous. The dinner is delicious, and I choose to ignore the fact we've burned the fish a little and eat the blackened parts anyway, which Blane makes fun of me for.
    We both shower and get ready for bed, but just as I'm coming out of the bathroom into the bedroom, there's a buzzing sound and immediately after that, we're enveloped in complete and utter darkness.
    "Blane?" I ask immediately, my voice already filled with panic.
    "Don't worry," he says reassuringly, and I can hear him moving to reach me across the room. "It's probably just the buggy electricity here. Everything should be fine by the morning, so don't bother yourself with it."
    Despite his words, I can feel a panic attack fighting its way out of me. The room is pitch black and Blane has to help me find my way to the king size bed. He holds me tightly in his embrace, never letting go, but even when he's fast asleep, I can't catch a wink of peace.
    Finally, he rolls over and I break free of his embrace, which isn't reassuring me at all at the moment. I can feel the panic taking over and I stumble through the room, somehow finding my way through the French doors leading down to the beach.
    As soon as my feet hit the sand, I'm illuminated by moonlight and the fresh air finds its way into my lungs. I take deep, heaving breaths of the thick air and I feel like an addict getting his hit.
    I stumble down the beach until my feet are in the water, telling myself I need to calm down in my head. I've been on edge for years now, but somehow, it seems like this trip isn't agreeing with me even though we both thought it was exactly what I needed.
    My hand flies to my heart as my breaths become a little less ragged and I finally feel the
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