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Authors: Julia Sykes
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thought, my resentment turned on Bradley for putting her here, and another fissure cracked in the brotherly bond that I had always shared with him.
Once I was alone, I wasn’t granted any relief from the sexual frustration that Claudia had inflicted upon me. Blood pulsed to my cock, and I longed to seek release. I kept my hands resolutely fisted at my sides, trying to ignore the resultant pain in my shoulder from constantly tensing my muscles.
If I touched myself, then she would win; it would be an admission of my powerlessness when it came to her. I was determined to control my lust. If she ever did slake it, it would be on my terms. I would come in her hot pussy, not my own hand. And I would make her beg me for it, make her fall to her knees and moan my name as she pleaded with me to give her my cock.
I bit back a groan at my wayward thoughts. It seemed that being freed of her presence didn’t make her any less enticing. I was still surrounded by her scent, and the sheets were rumpled from where she had lain beside me. Waking up with her soft body pressed up against mine had felt so damn sweet…
Shit.
It seemed an eternity before I heard Bradley’s harsh voice as he pounded on the bathroom door. “Time’s up. I’m not going to let you run up the water bill, princess.”
My first instinct was to be relieved that she would come back and I would no longer have the option of touching myself. But I knew that things were only about get that much worse for me once she was in my bed again.
Despite my consternation, I couldn’t hold back a small smile at the thought of the indignant expression on her face in that moment. I didn’t think that she would take too kindly to Bradley calling her “princess”. I almost regretted that I couldn’t see her flashing eyes and pursed lips. She clearly thought that her censorious glare was intimidating, but the very idea of the fragile woman posing any sort of threat was laughable.
For someone so non-threatening, she’s sure done a number on me, I admitted to myself grudgingly.
When she appeared in my doorway, it became clear just how dangerous she was for me. The hunger within me flared at the sight of her. The dampness of her hair made it a few shades darker than usual, only further offsetting her striking, flawless alabaster skin. The locks fell around her face in soft waves, framing her high cheekbones and delicate, pointed chin. The dress she wore was obviously second-hand, but the way that it tapered to her waist before flaring out over her hips accentuated the feminine shape that had been obscured by her slacks and blouse. Her long legs were revealed to me for the first time, and my gaze roved all the way up from her slender ankles to the dress’ hemline. My mouth watered at the thought of what the frayed cotton fabric concealed. Although the neckline was too high to hint at any cleavage, the creamy expanse of skin revealed by the spaghetti-strap design was undeniably beguiling. I longed to trace the line of her collarbone with my tongue, to hear her soft gasp as I kissed the little hollow at the base of her throat. Just the column of her slim neck made lust pulse through me as an image of wrapping my hand around it as I fucked her flashed across my mind.
My eyes continued their upward progress, and I was pleased to see that gorgeous, soft shade of pink coloring her cheeks. Did she enjoy the way I studied her as much as I enjoyed drinking her in?
My gaze finally locked with hers, and the predator within me stirred. Her grey eyes were wide and slightly shocked. Her surprise at her reaction to me as well as the embarrassment that heated her cheeks let me know that her lust for me was just as uncontrollable as mine was for her. It might not mean that I had the upper hand, but at least we were on even footing. She looked so damn tantalizing, an innocent who secretly longed to be corrupted.
My grin was knowing
Once I was alone, I wasn’t granted any relief from the sexual frustration that Claudia had inflicted upon me. Blood pulsed to my cock, and I longed to seek release. I kept my hands resolutely fisted at my sides, trying to ignore the resultant pain in my shoulder from constantly tensing my muscles.
If I touched myself, then she would win; it would be an admission of my powerlessness when it came to her. I was determined to control my lust. If she ever did slake it, it would be on my terms. I would come in her hot pussy, not my own hand. And I would make her beg me for it, make her fall to her knees and moan my name as she pleaded with me to give her my cock.
I bit back a groan at my wayward thoughts. It seemed that being freed of her presence didn’t make her any less enticing. I was still surrounded by her scent, and the sheets were rumpled from where she had lain beside me. Waking up with her soft body pressed up against mine had felt so damn sweet…
Shit.
It seemed an eternity before I heard Bradley’s harsh voice as he pounded on the bathroom door. “Time’s up. I’m not going to let you run up the water bill, princess.”
My first instinct was to be relieved that she would come back and I would no longer have the option of touching myself. But I knew that things were only about get that much worse for me once she was in my bed again.
Despite my consternation, I couldn’t hold back a small smile at the thought of the indignant expression on her face in that moment. I didn’t think that she would take too kindly to Bradley calling her “princess”. I almost regretted that I couldn’t see her flashing eyes and pursed lips. She clearly thought that her censorious glare was intimidating, but the very idea of the fragile woman posing any sort of threat was laughable.
For someone so non-threatening, she’s sure done a number on me, I admitted to myself grudgingly.
When she appeared in my doorway, it became clear just how dangerous she was for me. The hunger within me flared at the sight of her. The dampness of her hair made it a few shades darker than usual, only further offsetting her striking, flawless alabaster skin. The locks fell around her face in soft waves, framing her high cheekbones and delicate, pointed chin. The dress she wore was obviously second-hand, but the way that it tapered to her waist before flaring out over her hips accentuated the feminine shape that had been obscured by her slacks and blouse. Her long legs were revealed to me for the first time, and my gaze roved all the way up from her slender ankles to the dress’ hemline. My mouth watered at the thought of what the frayed cotton fabric concealed. Although the neckline was too high to hint at any cleavage, the creamy expanse of skin revealed by the spaghetti-strap design was undeniably beguiling. I longed to trace the line of her collarbone with my tongue, to hear her soft gasp as I kissed the little hollow at the base of her throat. Just the column of her slim neck made lust pulse through me as an image of wrapping my hand around it as I fucked her flashed across my mind.
My eyes continued their upward progress, and I was pleased to see that gorgeous, soft shade of pink coloring her cheeks. Did she enjoy the way I studied her as much as I enjoyed drinking her in?
My gaze finally locked with hers, and the predator within me stirred. Her grey eyes were wide and slightly shocked. Her surprise at her reaction to me as well as the embarrassment that heated her cheeks let me know that her lust for me was just as uncontrollable as mine was for her. It might not mean that I had the upper hand, but at least we were on even footing. She looked so damn tantalizing, an innocent who secretly longed to be corrupted.
My grin was knowing
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