Owned by My MC Stepbroter
PoLo56 · Ongoing · 40 Chapters
About this book
"I was seriously done with men. I told myself; I said ‘Helen, if only you could be f*cked by a super-hot alpha male, a biker maybe, that you would get this hurt out of your system. The problem is I never felt like I was good enough to be with any of them. But one day my luck changed… Yes, I was brainy, and yes, I was curvy! One would think that this was a killer combination. The thing was though that my excessive gray matter and my excessive curves seemed to be the reason that most men found it easy to lie to me, and cheat on me. Perhaps I just had too much of either, both too much for mere mortals! Jeff was a bad boy. He was hot, and he was a biker. He had all the right moves, and he seemed to really like me. The problem was his arch nemesis, rival biker gang leader Toby seemed to want the junk in my trunk too. This could only end badly. Both of them really rocked my world, and they pushed me to my sexual limits, and beyond even. The question was, which one of these bad boys would I ride with in the end, Jeff or Toby?"
Owned By The Bad Boy Chapter1
I knew who he was the minute he walked into the VIP area, even though I haven’t seen him in years. The man demanded attention, with his muscular build towering over 6 feet, tattooed arms, square jaw line, and piercing blue eyes. He was my ex step brother, Carter, the dangerous leader of a motorcycle gang, and the guy who stole my virginity.
I instantly leaned back, hoping to hide behind my friends around the booth wesat at. Iran my hands through my long
blonde hair, and pulled it to the side to cover my face a little. I was instantly regretting the white strapless dress I had on, that had my cleavage teasing out of it. I had only been back in California a few weeks since I graduated college, but my friends insisted on dolling me up and taking me out. I would have preferred jeans and a t-shirt.
I had heard about him through the grapevine over the years, and how he tookover the well-known biker gang in his small town recently. He was probably here for business, but I don’t think he frequents the city often. Our parents split up about 5 years ago, and I haven’t seen him since. As soon as he started to walk by, I knew I was in trouble.
He glanced my way as he walked by our booth, and glanced back at me, taking a double take. I blushed immediately, and tugged the dress upwards to cover my chest. He quickly looked forward again, pretending like he didn’t see me. There is no way he could have been as embarrassed as I was, for years I watched him go through dozens ofwomen, that all threw themselves at him.
It wasn’t just his gorgeous looks that made women crazy over him, it was what he was using in the bedroom. Because he was my first I didn’t have any comparison for size, but I found as I started dating in life that he was longer and thicker than anyone else I had ever been with. There were only a few to compare him to because I was shy and reserved in nature, but I still thought about him and what it felt like on occasion. To him I’m sure I was just his little step sister Avery who he slept with when noone else was available.
I saw where he was standing near the bar, and instantly two girls were hanging on him, flirting and throwing themselves at him. He shooed the girls away, slapping one on the ass, and leaned against the bar with his drink, talking with a few other
sketchy looking guys.
“Avery do you see that guy up at the bar, he’sso hot” my friend Lauren said and grabbed my arm, looking at Carter.
“I think I’ve had enough for tonight, are you guys ready to go?” I responded, hoping to get out without having an awkward interaction. All ofthe girls said no and ordered another round of drinks. I just finished my undergrad at Columbia, majoring in English and Journalism, and was going to get my masters in the fall. I wanted to be a journalist, and I was often quiet and reserved. My friends loved getting me dressed up and pushing meat guys, getting me out of my comfort zone when I was home.
I didn’t come home to California often, my mother had remarried and I had enjoyed the past 4 years at school. I missed my friends terribly though when I was gone, and I had to admit they always made me look hotter than I knew capable. I always choose to dress casually and didn’t put a lot of effort into my naturally wavy blonde hair, preferring not to draw attention to myself.
