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Blood Brothers (The Billionaire Stepbrothers’ Game)
TWO STEPBROTHERS. LIMITLESS MONEY. ONE RULE: NEVER SAY NO.
I’m Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as fucked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it’s funny.
Today, our game is about HER. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter.
Braden thinks I can’t make her a perfect sub. That I can’t dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she’s a lady, and make her my whore in the back room.
I disagree.
And I’m going to prove it by tearing her down one piece at a time and shoving my dick inside every crevice. She’s gonna beg for my cock. She’ll begged to be fucked, and I’m going to use her, destroy her, make her mine .
By the time we’re done with her, she might even love me.
When she does, I’ll finally win. I’ll finally have beaten Braden. And nothing will ever be the same.
***
I’m Eliza—no last name, please. I’ve had a bad night. Actually, I’ve had a lot of bad nights. A lifetime of bad nights, one might say.
Then one bad night turned into a really strange night, where some big shot billionaire shoved me into his limousine. He says he wants to offer me a deal. He says he’ll give me everything as long as I never say no to him.
If he knew the truth about me, he wouldn’t make that offer.
So sure, I’ll take it. I’ll get what I need from him. If he gets what he wants from me in the meantime, that’s fine too.
As long as he doesn’t find out my secret.
And as long as I don’t fall in love.
Shouldn’t be too hard. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked.
These Blood brothers won’t know what’s hit them.
***
The name is Braden Blood. I like to play games.
More importantly, I like to get revenge.
I’ve picked a girl for my brother to use. He thinks the choice is random. He thinks that she’s just some random, faceless skank outside a club, interchangeable with any other woman we might have dug out of Las Vegas.
He doesn’t know what I know.
Nothing is random, little brother. Nothing. Not the way you want her, not the way she looks at you, and not the circumstances that led to us finding her in that gutter one night.
You think you’re going to fuck me by fucking her? You think that her love won’t destroy you?
Just wait. I’m gonna fuck you both.
Author's Note
THERE IS NOTHING sexier than when adults respect each other enough to provide clear, enthusiastic consent to their partners. Verbal communication, boundaries, and respect are the cornerstones of any healthy relationship, whether it be sexual or romantic, and even more so when BDSM becomes involved. Furthermore, protection against transmissible diseases and birth control are also an important part of healthy sexual relationships.
You will not any healthy relationships in my books.
Fiction isn’t reality. It’s fantasy.
I fantasize about having choices taken from me. I fantasize about being used, and using others. I fantasize about finding love in the darkest, sickest, most broken ways. I enjoy these fantasies on the page even though I demand respect from my partners in reality, and I hope my readers expect no less from those they share their bodies and hearts with.
But the Blood brothers don’t exist in reality.
Suspend your disbelief. Follow them down this dark rabbit hole. Imagine that you’ve lost everything and you’re trapped on the brink of destruction—and that yielding to your sickest desires is the only way you’ll find freedom.
That’s where the Blood brothers and Eliza dwell.
Fantasy. Sensuality. Darkness.
Come with us.
—Bethany
Eliza
THE MAIDS WAKE me up.
I’m alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. His bedroom. Galen, the billionaire who plucked
Blood Brothers (The Billionaire Stepbrothers’ Game)
TWO STEPBROTHERS. LIMITLESS MONEY. ONE RULE: NEVER SAY NO.
I’m Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as fucked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it’s funny.
Today, our game is about HER. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter.
Braden thinks I can’t make her a perfect sub. That I can’t dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she’s a lady, and make her my whore in the back room.
I disagree.
And I’m going to prove it by tearing her down one piece at a time and shoving my dick inside every crevice. She’s gonna beg for my cock. She’ll begged to be fucked, and I’m going to use her, destroy her, make her mine .
By the time we’re done with her, she might even love me.
When she does, I’ll finally win. I’ll finally have beaten Braden. And nothing will ever be the same.
***
I’m Eliza—no last name, please. I’ve had a bad night. Actually, I’ve had a lot of bad nights. A lifetime of bad nights, one might say.
Then one bad night turned into a really strange night, where some big shot billionaire shoved me into his limousine. He says he wants to offer me a deal. He says he’ll give me everything as long as I never say no to him.
If he knew the truth about me, he wouldn’t make that offer.
So sure, I’ll take it. I’ll get what I need from him. If he gets what he wants from me in the meantime, that’s fine too.
As long as he doesn’t find out my secret.
And as long as I don’t fall in love.
Shouldn’t be too hard. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked.
These Blood brothers won’t know what’s hit them.
***
The name is Braden Blood. I like to play games.
More importantly, I like to get revenge.
I’ve picked a girl for my brother to use. He thinks the choice is random. He thinks that she’s just some random, faceless skank outside a club, interchangeable with any other woman we might have dug out of Las Vegas.
He doesn’t know what I know.
Nothing is random, little brother. Nothing. Not the way you want her, not the way she looks at you, and not the circumstances that led to us finding her in that gutter one night.
You think you’re going to fuck me by fucking her? You think that her love won’t destroy you?
Just wait. I’m gonna fuck you both.
Author's Note
THERE IS NOTHING sexier than when adults respect each other enough to provide clear, enthusiastic consent to their partners. Verbal communication, boundaries, and respect are the cornerstones of any healthy relationship, whether it be sexual or romantic, and even more so when BDSM becomes involved. Furthermore, protection against transmissible diseases and birth control are also an important part of healthy sexual relationships.
You will not any healthy relationships in my books.
Fiction isn’t reality. It’s fantasy.
I fantasize about having choices taken from me. I fantasize about being used, and using others. I fantasize about finding love in the darkest, sickest, most broken ways. I enjoy these fantasies on the page even though I demand respect from my partners in reality, and I hope my readers expect no less from those they share their bodies and hearts with.
But the Blood brothers don’t exist in reality.
Suspend your disbelief. Follow them down this dark rabbit hole. Imagine that you’ve lost everything and you’re trapped on the brink of destruction—and that yielding to your sickest desires is the only way you’ll find freedom.
That’s where the Blood brothers and Eliza dwell.
Fantasy. Sensuality. Darkness.
Come with us.
—Bethany
Eliza
THE MAIDS WAKE me up.
I’m alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. His bedroom. Galen, the billionaire who plucked
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