MELANIE
Lucas stood up from the couch in one smooth, predatory motion and began walking over to me, his intense hazel eyes completely fixed on mine.
The sheer size of him seemed to grow with every step he took toward the love seat, his heavy, combat-booted feet clicking against the hardwood floor with a terrifying rhythm.
Beside me, Liam’s entire body went rigid as a steel beam. I could feel the violent vibration of his anger radiating straight through the small space separating our thighs. He gritted his teeth, his jaw ticking so hard I thought it might crack.
"Lucas," Liam called his brother’s name in a low, warning growl. "That's enough. Back off."
But from the wicked, dangerous smirk stretching across Lucas's perfect, delicious-looking lips, I knew he didn't look like he’d be stopping anytime soon.
He completely ignored his twin, his gaze locking onto my mouth like he already owned it.
My mind was screaming at me to move. I knew it would have been wise to stand up at that exact instant, run up the stairs, and walk away so I wouldn't get caught up in whatever shitty, twisted games my stepfather and my supposed step-uncle had going on.
Every survival instinct I had told me to flee, but my feet felt like they were superglued to the floor.
The overwhelming masculine gravity in the room was suffocating, pinning me to the cushion. I was trapped in the crossfire of their identical, piercing hazel stares, and the immense danger of the moment was sending a steady, electric current straight to my fucking core.
Lucas closed the distance between us with the effortless confidence of a man who was used to taking exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it, consequences be damned.
The shadow of his massive, tattooed frame fell over me, completely cutting off the light from the living room window, and I could only watch in a daze as he loomed over me.
Fuck me, this was like a physical manifestation of every filthy, forbidden taboo I’d ever dreamed about in the dark—being cornered.
Lucas reached where I was sitting and slowly lowered his towering frame, dropping down until he was squatting right in front of me. His knees brushed against my bare shins, and the intense heat radiating off his body made my skin instantly prickle.
"Lucas, fucking stop," Liam hissed, his hand clenching into a white-knuckled fist beside him.
But Lucas reached out his hand, completely disregarding another harsh, guttural warning from Liam.
I felt the electric anticipation of his touch even before his calloused fingers actually made contact with my skin.
When his rough knuckles finally brushed against the side of my lips, a violent shiver shot straight down my spine. He began to stroke my lower lip slowly, his thumb tracing the contour with an agonizingly gentle pressure that contrasted completely with his brutal appearance.
My breath hitched, my heart pounding so incredibly fast I could hear the blood rushing in my ears like a freight train. I couldn't take the intensity of his stare anymore, so I turned my head and looked directly at Liam.
What I saw in those beautiful, intense hazel eyes of my stepfather completely stole the remaining breath right from my throat. The facade was entirely gone.
The polite, distant stepfather mask he’d worn for five long years had utterly shattered, exposing a raw, dark desire so thick and primal I could practically taste it in the air.
He was staring at my mouth, his chest heaving with barely controlled fury, looking like a starving man who had just been offered a feast through a glass window.
Then Lucas spoke, his deep voice dragging my attention back to the man crouching in front of me—a man who, despite having the exact same face, couldn't be any more different than my tightly controlled stepfather. Lucas was wild, untamed, and completely shameless.
"You have no idea, do you, Melanie?" Lucas murmured, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.
"Liam’s been fantasizing about you for so fucking long, it’s practically making him sick. He’s been dying to ruin you."
My heart did a violent double flip in my chest.
I should have been completely mortified by the raw, public confession. I should have been disgusted that my stepfather was looking at me like a piece of meat, or that his twin brother was casually talking about it in our family living room while my mom was working a double shift at the hospital.
But instead, a wave of liquid heat flooded my lower belly. My traitorous, filthy cunt began pulsing with a wild, animalistic intensity, soaking through my thong in a sudden, desperate gush. I was so aroused it was making me dizzy.
I forced myself to turn my head back toward Liam, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and overwhelming lust as I asked the forbidden question.
"Is... is it true, Liam?"
The second the question left my lips, Liam's whole demeanor completely metamorphosed into something entirely hot, dark, and lethal.
The rigid, angry restraint he’d been holding onto just evaporated, replaced by a predatory confidence that matched his brother's.
His dark brows quirked up in that familiar, taunting way he usually used to mock me when I was being a brat, but this time, he regarded me in a sexually suggestive manner.
He leaned in closer to me on the love seat, his massive shoulder pressing hard against mine, his heavy breath fanning across my burning cheek.
"You really want to know the truth, little brat?" Liam said, his gravelly voice dropping into a filthy, conversational tone that made my thighs instinctively clench together.
He didn't even bat his eyes as he looked straight into my panicked soul. "Yeah, it’s true. I’ve been watching you, Melanie. Every single night you spend in this house, I’ve been watching you through your bedroom door."
I swallowed heavily, my throat completely parched.
I suddenly wondered if the air conditioning in the house had stopped working entirely, because it felt like a sweltering, hundred-degree desert in that living room. My skin was slick with a fine layer of sweat, my chest heaving beneath my crop top.
"What... what do you mean?" I whispered, even though a dark, wicked part of my brain already knew exactly what he was going to say.
"I mean exactly what you think I mean," Liam murmured, a slow, wicked smirk finally breaking across his sharp jawline.
"I’ve been standing out there in the hallway, watching you through the crack of your door every night while you touch yourself. I’ve watched you slide your fingers down into your shorts, stroking your dripping pussy on your bed, crying out while your trembling lips muttered my fucking name over and over again."
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was a liar and a creep, but the words died in my throat.
Somehow, the absolute, brutal truth of his statement left me completely exposed. He’d seen everything. Every secret, shameful fantasy I’d indulged in for years had been witnessed by the very man I was craving.
"How long have you known?" I breathed, my voice barely a squeak.
"Since the very first night I stepped foot into this house five years ago," Liam replied smoothly, his eyes darkening with a possessive hunger. "I knew exactly what you were doing, Mel. And I let you ache for it."
I was still trying to process the sheer shock of his raw confession, my mind spinning into complete chaos, when Lucas suddenly leaned forward. Before I could even react, his lips met mine, kissing me softly.
The touch of his mouth was warm, firm, and tasted like expensive tobacco and mint. My eyes remained wide open, completely fixed on Liam’s face just inches away. I watched my stepfather’s hazel eyes instantly darken, clouding over with an unfamiliar, dangerous look.
I felt the sudden, suffocating wave of jealousy rolling off him. He was furious. The fact that his twin brother was effortlessly taking what he’d been secretly craving and starving for, even before he’d made his own definitive move, was obviously driving him insane.
Seeing that look of pure, unbridled jealousy on Liam’s face somehow seemed to emboldened me. A sudden rush of power flooded my veins. Still keeping my eyes locked dead on Liam’s torturous stare, I wrapped my arms around Lucas’s neck, pulling his body closer to mine, and fiercely returned the kiss.
My fingers tangled deep into his sleek, dark hair as the kiss instantly intensified, turning deep, wet, and demanding. A soft, needy moan slipped right out of my mouth, echoing loudly in the quiet space between the three of us.
That moan was the breaking point.
Liam stood up from the love seat in a flash of pure, explosive movement. Before I could even register what was happening, his large, calloused hands grabbed me by my wrist and hauled me roughly right out of Lucas’s hold.
He pulled me up onto my feet, dragging my body forward until my chest was pressing completely flush against his broad, solid chest.
My eyes widened with pure lust as I felt the massive wall of muscle pressing hard against my front. He was so big, so overwhelming, and the physical dominance of his body made my head spin.
His thick, strong arms encircled my waist in a tight, violently possessive hold, pinning me so closely against him I could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heartbeat matching my own.
I swallowed hard, gasping for air, but before I could even catch my breath, I felt a heavy presence shifting directly behind me. Lucas rose from his squatting position, stepping up until he was pressed flat against my back.
I was completely sandwiched between the two identical giants. I let out a choked gasp as I felt Lucas’s hard, fully erect cock, massive and rigid through his pants, pressing with a brutal force right into the crack between my ass.
The double friction was almost too much to bear. I was trapped between two hard lengths, my bare midriff rubbing against Liam’s stomach while Lucas’s suffocating warmth branded me from behind.
Liam leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath scorching my skin as he tightened his grip around my waist.
"You’ve been a really naughty, provocative little stepdaughter, haven't you, Melanie? Flirting with my brother right in front of my face."
Behind me, Lucas let out a low, animalistic growl, his large hands coming down to grip the sides of my denim shorts, pulling my hips back even harder against his throbbing erection.
"Yeah, she has, Liam. She’s obviously been begging for it for years. I think this is the perfect fucking time to give her what she wants. To punish her."
I felt my panties dampening even more, a hot, slick wave of arousal completely soaking through the fabric until it felt sticky against my skin.
The sheer intensity of the heat, the dirty words, and the feeling of both men claiming my body at the same time was driving me past the point of sanity. I couldn't bear the agonizing weight of the torture anymore. I was horny as fuck, completely consumed by an insatiable, dirty hunger that only they could satisfy.
I let my head fall back against Lucas’s shoulder, my eyes looking up at Liam’s dark, commanding face as I cried out in a needy, desperate, completely broken voice.
"Please... just please punish me," I whimpered, the tears of pure frustration blurring my vision. "Punish me, daddies.”