Free Stepbrother, Mine #3 by Opal Carew Page A

of fucking his sister.”
    “Stepsister,” she corrected.
    He just shrugged. “Did you know he also fucked his step mother ?”
    Her eyes widened. “No. He wouldn’t have.”
    He just laughed again. “You are a stupid little cunt, aren’t you.” His gaze dropped to her breasts and her breath caught at the blatant lust in his eyes. “But I don’t give a fuck how stupid you are. I’ve been longing to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.” He grinned, making her blood run cold. “Now I finally get the chance.”
    She gasped as his hand covered her breast and squeezed.
    Oh, God, no. This couldn’t be happening.
    She heard the sound of the door opening and banging against the doorstop. She jerked her head around, desperately hoping it was Mason. That her stepfather was lying and Mason was here to save her.
    But Maria stood in the doorway.
    Her stepfather scowled. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.
    “I can be anywhere the hell I want,” Maria answered as she walked into the room, staring at Dana with seeming disinterest. “So you finally got the brat naked and helpless. Well, enjoy the view while you can, because that’s all you’re going to get.”
    He scowled. “How did you know I was here?”
    “You are a stupid fool. The staff are far more loyal to me than to you. When you gave the driver instructions to bring her here, he texted me to let me know.”
    Sparks flared in his eyes. “I’ll fire that fucking—”
    “That’s all right. I’ll be promoting him to a better position. But right now, I’d say you have other things to worry about. Like what Mason’s going to do to you once he finds out what you’ve done.”
    Dana started at the sound of a door crashing open and loud footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hall.
    “Ah, that sounds like him now.”
    Mason’s frame filled the doorway, and at his first sight of Dana suspended by the chain, naked, he bolted into the room , straight for his father. His fist connected with the man’s face, knocking him to the ground. His father growled and pushed himself to his feet, but Mason knocked him down again.
    “You fucking stay right there, or I’ll make it so you can never stand again.”
    Dana had never heard Mason so angrybefore.
    “I told you that I’d kill you if you ever touched Dana,” he said as he pulled off his coat.
    Dana felt the chain lowering and realized Maria had grabbed the remote. As Dana’s feet rested on the floor, taking more of her weight, she felt wobbly. Mason threw his coat around her, then scooped her into his arms.
    He glared at his father. “I’d like to follow through on that promise right now, but I have more important things to attend to.”
    He carried Dana from the room. As soon as they were in the hallway, Dana saw two policemen waiting there. Mason nodded and they strode into the room where Maria and Mason’s father were waiting.
    “I’m so sorry that happened, Dana,” he said as he carried her to the front door.
    A limo was waiting outside and the driver—the one who usually drove Mason—opened the door. Mason set her on the leather seat inside, then got in beside her.
    He put his arm around her and she leaned against his comforting body. Then she began to tremble.
    He held her tighter, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now.”
    “He told me you sold my contract to him.” Her voice came out small and hoarse.
    “I would never do that.”
    “He said…” She gazed up at him. “He said you only wanted to be with me because you liked forbidden, illicit sex. He said…”—her lip trembled—“that you had sex with my mother.”
    He frowned. “That’s a lie.”
    Relief washed through her, but she bit her lip. “He actually said your stepmother.”
    “He means Maria. I had sex with her—you know that—but not since she married my father.”
    “Oh.” She clung to him, glad it was over.
    He stroked her back as he continued holding her