StepSister Devotion:
The Complete Series
I first met my stepsister,
Abigail Dorset at a wedding – my father had left my mom and married hers; I
went there expecting to hate her.
Instead, I found something
much worse…I found my soul mate. It was in the form of a girl who looked just
like Snow White, and just like in the fairy tale, there was a wicked stepmother
who would do everything in her power to keep control over her daughter’s
destiny. Being a Dorset meant you have to marry into the right gene pool and
appear to be of the highest moral code. Abigail’s life was mapped out the day
she was born. I was seen as bump in the road – a deviant boy who needed to be
avoided at all costs. So my stepmother kept us apart…or so she thought…
From the moment we met,
Abigail and I knew there was something – some invisible force that makes two
people want the one thing they can’t have. But we wanted it anyway. Over the
years, we would fight and lie, sneak and hide – we’d hurt those around us in
our need to be together in whatever way we could.
But most of all, we’d hurt
each other and we’d hurt ourselves, all in a bid to figure it out and find a
way to finally be together because every day we spend apart feels like dying.
A life with love is
magical. Without it, living is torture.
Follow Sebastian Hawke and
Abigail Dorset as they embark of a journey of love and devotion, kept secret,
spanning years. Watch, as it drives them together and tears them apart before
bringing them together again, older and wiser, ready to find a way – to do
whatever it takes – because being apart from the one person you were born to
love, isn’t an option.
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When I reach the top, I see
her straight away, looking at the old records that sit in a crate in the floor
beside the gramophone.
“I thought you'd changed
your mind,” she says as I slip the bolt into place and make my way toward her.
“I'm sorry,” I say quietly,
moving to stand beside her. “I was playing guitar, and I lost track of time.”
She slides an old Ella
Fitzgerald record out of the stack and holds it in front of her, her face the
picture of serene beauty as she studies the cover. “I know, I heard you,” she
says. “I stood outside your door and listened. You’re very good.”
I take the record she's
holding from her hands, wishing I could paint so I could capture her beauty on
canvas, as I place the record on the turntable, flicking the switch so the old
machine whirs to life. A quiet melody fills the room.
She smiles happily, closing
her eyes and swaying slightly to the soft tune. God, she's beautiful.
“Here,” I say, taking her
hand and pulling her against me. She takes in a slow breath and I slide one arm
around her waist and hold the other hand against my chest as I keep my eyes on
hers, swaying with her, the two of us alone in this dusty oasis. Slowly, we
move, our bodies melting into each other and all of the noise of my mind leaves
me. Being with Abi is better than music and better than swimming or running.
It’s better than any moment before and probably every moment after. It feels
like perfection. And at some point during the dance, I decide that one summer
will be enough. It will have to be enough – because I can’t not have her. I
can’t reach the end of my days and look back, knowing that I missed this
because I was too stubborn or greedy to just accept what I could have.
“So, is this where you hide
out when you're here on your own?” she asks.
I rest my chin on the top
of her head and she rests her cheek against my chest. It's perfection. This
moment is perfection.
“Yeah, it's quiet and no
one comes up here.”
“Do you think I can share
it with you? Do you think this could be ours? A place where our parents don't
exist and neither does the world and it’s just us, Abigail and Sebastian, and
nothing and no one else.”
She pulls back from my
chest and looks up at me with blue eyes filled with sincerity and it doesn't take
me long to answer because I know this is the only way it's going to work. “I'd
like that,” I respond, my voice not much more than a whisper as I look down at
her, my heart thudding against my rib cage as my body heats and buzzes with her
closeness.
She looks back at me and I
can sense the invisible need that's in the air between us, drawing us closer.
“This is how it's going to
be, isn't it?” I whisper, knowing I should stop but not wanting to.
“Yes,” she whispers back.
“I still want more.”
“I know.”
Then I kiss her. It starts
off slow and sweet, lips and soft tongues, then it grows more insistent as
every cell in my body screams for more of her. My hands slip down and grip her
ass, my fingers meeting the soft flesh as they skirt the edge of her panties. I
release a moan, my cock growing painfully hard as I realize that we’re really
doing this.
She pulls back and looks up
at me, her cheeks flushed with desire and her red lips brighter from our
kissing.
“Let’s try this again,” she
whispers, looking up at me as she reaches for the base of my shirt and pulls it
up my body. Smiling, I help to pull it over my head and drop it on the floor
beside us.
Her gaze travels over my
torso and she pulls at her lip with her teeth and I'm filled with an
overwhelming desire to bite it myself. I reach for her, my hand gripping the
back of her head as I bring her mouth to mine and kiss her hard, catching her
bottom lip between my teeth as I pull back and say, “Take it off,” as I nod
toward her shirt.
She grins at me, her eyes
sparkling as she reaches down and lift her tank top over her head, revealing a
white lace bra that is so fucking sexy, I want to tear it off her tits with my
teeth.
I reach out for her again
but she places her hand on my chest and says, “Wait, I want to show you
something first.”
She takes my hand and leads
me further into the attic where I can see a soft glowing light behind a row of
shelves as we round the corner. There's a mattress on the floor, made up and
illuminated by a camping lantern.
“Good find.”
“You like?”
“I love.”
Sliding my arm around her
waist, I pull her against me and kiss her again, using my other hand to pull
down the cup of her bra and get that first touch of her bare flesh.
“God, you're like a fucking
dream,” I moan as I feel her nipple harden to my touch. I slowly lower her to
the mattress and keep my hand on her breast, kissing my way down until I take
her hard nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around its peak.
I'm so fucking turned on
that it’s hard to see straight. It's even worse than my first time, and my
desire is pulsing in my pants, demanding that I get inside her as fast as I can.
But that's not what I want.
What I want is to make her come so damn hard that every guy she's ever had
before me will pale in comparison. I want it so she'll never want another man
again. I want to make her mine, brand her with my mouth and my hands and my
cock. I want every part of her buzzing in ecstasy, so that she forever craves
me the way I crave her. Then maybe she’ll see what I see – one summer won’t be
enough.
About The
Author
Eve Cates is a
twenty-something author of contemporary erotic romance. She loves all things
naughty, demanding men and difficult situations (pass the popcorn please). Her
first series, StepSister Devotion, will be told in four parts,
releasing via Kindle Unlimited.
Eve has loved writing ever
since she picked up her first crayon and penned a note to her imaginary friend
'Pok'. Accused of being a 'dreamer' as she grew, she's taken that notion and
turned her daydreams into stories to delight and satisfy her readers.
When she isn't writing,
you'll find her at home with her husband, four children, and two dogs.
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