Forbidden, a prequel

Cole Parker is my worst nightmare.

He’s a straight-up asshole who lives to torment me, and he’ll stop at nothing to punish me over the smallest slight.

When he digs up a sex tape starring—you guessed it—me, he takes bullying to a whole new level, using it to blackmail me into doing his bidding. If the video gets out, it will ruin me. But my stepbrother makes it clear that he doesn’t give a damn.

He drags me deep into his dark and twisted world, showing me the monster he hides beneath his handsome exterior, taking risks that put our lives in danger. I thought I knew the devil I lived with.

I was wrong.

But so is he.

He thinks I’m nothing more than a pampered princess, but soon he’ll realize I’m a Queen.

And it’s time I put Cole in his place.

“I can’t do this anymore, Shae.” Ibrahim shifted in the limo seat across from me, clearly
uncomfortable.
My chest tightened with his words, his thick accent rippling through me, coating my skin
with goosebumps and causing my thighs to clench. The only reason I was in the backseat of
Daddy’s limo with his driver was because I needed to get laid.
“What? Why?” Twirling a lock of my long, blonde hair around my finger, I waited for a
response.
His dark fingers rubbed his clean-shaven jawline. “You know why. If your father finds out
about us, he’ll fire me.” Worry lines creased his forehead. “Plus, we started fucking when you
were sixteen. I don’t want to go to prison.”
“I’m almost nineteen now, and we’ve never been caught. Stop worrying about serving time.
It was always consensual.” I huffed and crossed my arms beneath my perfect C-cup breasts—the
best money could buy.
His attention hovered on my cleavage while my lower lip jutted out into an innocent pout,
one I’d practiced in front of the mirror hundreds of times.
Ibrahim’s resistance was unexpected. I contemplated taking a drink from the stocked mini
bar, but it was Ibrahim I was craving, not alcohol.
“Fuck Daddy. Lately he’s always working and never around anyway, so how would he find
out about us anyway?” I leaned over and squeezed Ibrahim’s knee.
“Shae.” His voice was deep, throaty, and filled with frustration.
I blinked rapidly, tears filling my eyes. A trick I’d learned when I was young that always
helped me get my way. “Ibrahim, I need a grown man, not some silly teenage boy who thinks he
knows how to get me off.” A tear fell down my cheek, and I glanced away before I wiped my
face. If Ibrahim was serious, then my sex life would dwindle too almost nothing. Besides, we had
a good thing going, and I had a good thing going. He’d popped my cherry with his thick cock
when I was sixteen. The guys my age couldn’t compete with him.
Dammit. I wasn’t sure if the waterworks were affecting him or not.
I sank my teeth into my perfectly painted red lip, my gaze landing on the bulge in his black
slacks.
He massaged the back of his neck, confusion flickering across his expression. “You know I
have to send money to my family in Nigeria, Shae. I can’t afford to lose this job. I’ll never get
employed by another wealthy family.”
I stared out the passenger window, my hand running up the inside of my thigh, raising my
cream-colored mini skirt. I slid along the U-shaped, black leather seat and joined Ibrahim on his
side. “Please don’t do this.” I parted my legs, trailing my nails up my thigh, teasing him.
“Besides, I’m only back from college for a few short months.” Leaning over, I nipped at his
lower lip and softly sighed.
Ibrahim’s attention dipped to my thighs, and I lifted my skirt more, revealing my navy, lace
thong. “Daddy is in Paris this week and Cole isn’t home from school for a few hours so …” I
didn’t bother to mention that my stepbrother would be around for the entire summer. I would
have to deal with that problem later.
My focus lowered to Ibrahim’s erection. “Since Daddy isn’t here, how about one last
goodbye fuck?” I fluttered my dark lashes at him and inched closer. Little did Ibrahim know that
this was far from goodbye. He couldn’t stay away from me. We lived for the thrill of the
forbidden. For me, screwing around with Daddy’s staff was deliciously sinful. Wrong never tasted so good. Hell, Daddy would rather I stick a blade in someone’s gut and spill their blood
than start a sex scandal that could topple his empire.