My Stepbrother's Rules: The Complete Series (Steamy Stepbrother Romance) Read Online Free Page B

to run into him in the halls. Or so I thought.
    After unpacking, I ran downstairs to the kitchen and right into my stepbrother Alex. He was sitting in the kitchen, laughing with the maid and eating a sandwich.
    “What are you doing here?” I blurted out rudely.
    The maid gave me a dirty look. She’d always loved Alex, but who wouldn’t? Most guys his age were struggling to find a job, or still living at home. Alex was his own man: successful, rich, and handsome.
    As a kid, he was charismatic and well-mannered. He had a way of charming women from a young age. The maids and nannies always doted on him. He was the prince and I was… well, I’ve never been sure how I fit in. Alex was the golden boy; I was treated like the third wheel.
    When I decided to major in journalism in college, I was met with a roll of the eyes and stony silence. It was clear my mother and stepfather disapproved, but weren’t surprised.
    My family worked in the financial sector. They handled shady business deals every day. Growing up with money was always a source of guilt for me. I hated that I led a life of ease thanks to the ill-gotten means of my mother and stepfather.
    When I left home, I left the money behind. I was determined to live completely independent of my family. I even paid for my college myself. It wasn’t easy; I struggled for years to pay off my student loans and if I lost my job at the paper I’d be forced to move back home permanently.
    “Fancy meeting you here,” Alex replied.
    Clearly, he was mocking my reaction to seeing him at the BDSM club. I wasn’t amused.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “It’s always nice to know you’re missed,” he said to the maid.
    She laughed and shot me another dirty look.
    “I thought I’d drop by and check in on things.”
    “And now that you’ve checked in…?” I asked.
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”
    I crossed my arms in front of my chest. The skin around my wrists was rubbed raw from the restraints Alex had tied me up with. I quickly pulled down my sleeves and put my hands behind my back. The gesture wasn’t lost on Alex. He followed my every move like a predator sizing up its prey.
    “Never!” I said sarcastically. “It’s been amazing seeing you again, but it is getting late. I think it’s time you left.”
    He took a bite of his sandwich. His eyes fell over my bare legs. I’d changed into a baggy sweater and an old pair of boxers for bed. The boxers belonged to an ex of mine. They were a bit big in the waist, but they were comfortable to sleep in.
    “Thank you for the sandwich, Anne Elise,” he said.
    “If you need anything, you just knock on my door, Alexander,” she replied. She smiled warmly at him then left the kitchen.
    “Are those men’s boxers?” he asked.
    “Yeah, so?”
    “I didn’t know you have a boyfriend.”
    He said it casually, but his body stiffened. The muscle in his jaw tensed and flexed as if he was gritting his teeth. I’ve never known Alex to be jealous, but he was acting that way now. I felt strangely emboldened by his jealousy. I strolled up to him and leaned against the table.
    “Does that bother you?” I asked.
    “Why would it bother me?”
    He was acting a bit too indifferent.
    “No, I don’t suppose it would.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    I shrugged. Again, his eyes fell on my legs. A heart-shaped bruise was just visible on the edge of my boxers. Alex reached for my leg. For a second, I thought he would caress the bruise, or stick his hand up my shorts.
    Flustered, my face burned hot. But Alex didn’t touch my leg. Instead, he reached for a loose thread hanging from my boxers. He pulled the string. My boxers unraveled, thread by thread.
    “You’re boyfriend’s going to have to buy a new pair of boxers,” he said.
    Alex leaned over and took the thread between his teeth. His mouth was inches away from my pussy. I gripped the edge of the table. My backside started