Free Stepbrother Soldier: A Forbidden Military Romance Novel by Emily Whittaker Page A

pushed
me down, his hand moving from my thigh to my stomach and pushing me against the
couch.

 
    I looked into his eyes. The Admiral was drunk, but being drunk wasn’t
going to explain what I saw there. Panic hit me in full.

 
    “Please, let me go upstairs,” I said, loudly,
hoping to sound confident and fearless.

 
    “Fucking bitches always take you for granted,” he suddenly snarled,
his voice dropping. “I take care of you and you fucking take me for granted.
You call me a fascist, you’re just a stupid little kid. You don’t know
anything. You’re just a spoiled brat. I put you through college. I took care of
your mother. I took care of you. I want what I deserve.”

 
    “Please, Admiral, stop,” I said, tears coming to my eyes, my body
struggling against him. He was leaning into me now, using his girth and weight
to keep me in place. One of my arms was pinned underneath him.

 
    “Fuck, Christy, I’m just trying to take care of you, make you feel
good, let me…” He stopped speaking and lunged, hurling his massive body on top
of mine.

 
    “No!” I screamed, lashing out and raking my nails across his face. He
grabbed my hand and pulled it backwards, making my shoulder scream in pain. I
could smell the liquor on his breath, could feel him slowly thrusting his hips
against me. He lowered his mouth to mine as I tried to scream, suffocating the
sound as his tongue filled my mouth.

 
    I’d never felt so sick in my entire life; the taste of whiskey was
strong, and I felt my skin crawling as his tongue darted around my mouth
aimlessly. I was caught underneath him, only able to struggle fruitlessly as he
kept me pinned in place. I could feel his cock swelling in his pants and tears
streamed down my face. He pulled away and looked at me, nothing but hate in his
eyes.

 
    “You fucking bitch. Fucking bitches just expect other people to take
care of them and never give anything back. You come back here all fucking
educated and independent but you’re in MY fucking house and you’re MY fucking
stepdaughter and I’m gonna fuck you like you want to be fucked, like you
deserve to be fucked, for being such a goddam bitch,” he snarled.

 
    Nothing he was saying was making any sense, but it didn’t matter. He
was drunk and he’d lost control and apparently had been thinking about this for
a while. I felt my adrenaline racing, my mind reeling, fear gripping my heart.
He began gyrating against me again, his cock hard as he humped me.

 
    “Please, please stop,” I begged, throwing my head to the side and
closing my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my face. “You don’t want to do
this to me.”

 
    “I’ve wanted to do this to you since I met you, you little whore. You stupid liberal little hippie whore,” he growled and
began to thrust against me harder. My one arm was still pinned underneath him,
the other in the Admiral’s hand. He was pulling it back harder and harder. I
thought my shoulder was going to snap. I thought that he was going to rape me.
I thought that my life was about to be over.

 
    And then the door opened. I barely heard it or registered it in my
panic, but once the door slammed shut it was like someone had turned on all the
lights. Even the Admiral took notice, and he released my hand as he spun
around. With my arm free, I took the opportunity to push him away.

 
    I attribute the success of this move to his drunkenness, his surprise
at the sound of the door opening, and my own adrenaline. In any case, he fell
forward onto the floor, and I was freed. I felt like my skin was crawling with
a million bugs, and like I’d never feel clean again, but at least I was free. I
looked up: Ashton was standing in the doorway, his hands in fists.

 
    “Ashton!” I cried, jumping up and running to him. He grabbed me,
pulling me in close as the Admiral struggled to his feet.

 
    “ You fucker! You fucking piece of shit son!
You get the fuck out of here! This is