Stepbrother Thief by Violet Blaze (CM Stunich)
*A Full-Length Stand-Alone Novel (124,000 words)*
Thirty minutes ago, my stepbrother pulled off one of the biggest jewelry heists in history—and I helped him do it.
Now we’re on the run, and I don’t know what to think.
He says he’ll protect me no matter what, but I’m not sure if I should believe him.
After all, we tried that once and it did not turn out well for either of us.
Besides, his father raised us both after my mother passed away.
Gill can be lots of things to me, but he can’t be my lover.
When I turned twenty-one, he disappeared. Just disappeared without a word.
Over a decade later, and now he’s back and more ruthless than ever.
He says the right things, does the right things, but the truth is …
I’m afraid of him.
I’m afraid for him.
Excerpt Stepbrother Thief by Violet Blaze (CM Stunich)
“If I were a better man, I’d walk away right now, find my head, calm down. Then I’d come back and we’d have a rational, adult conversation.” Gill licks his lips. “But I’m not a good man, Regi. I’m a terrible man who’s done terrible things. I’m also a man that’s still in love with you.”
When Gill leans down and captures my lips with his, I could pull away. I could easily push him back, tell him not to touch me ever again, and be done with this whole thing. But I can’t. I can’t do anything but kiss him back, let his strong, warm arms encircle me and pull me against him.
I curl the fingers of my left hand in his dark hair while my right slides up the firm muscles of his chest, bumping into the shoulder holster and the gun that’s tucked away inside it. It should turn me off, remind me of the issues at hand, the reality of the situation, but it doesn’t. Instead, it turns me on. There’s no waffling on the issue, no panicked thoughts about what might happen after this is over. I don’t know about Gilleon, but right now, I’m not in my right mind—my body’s in complete control.
When he reaches down and starts unbuckling his belt, I don’t stop him, nipping at his bottom lip and tightening my grip on his hair. This isn’t about foreplay or fun or even pleasure, this is all about connection.
“Regina,” Gill growls against my mouth, the sound curling my spine as I slide my hips forward and grind against him, against the hard bulge in his jeans. He groans in response, shoving up the lacy fabric of my dress until it’s bunched up around my hips, leaving the black satin panties underneath exposed to the chilly autumn air. Even that’s not enough to wake me up inside, remind me that this is a really bad idea, that Gill has too much focus, too much passion, to be dissuaded once he’s got something in mind. If that something is getting me back then … I shouldn’t even put myself in the position to deal with that.
But I can’t stop.