midnight, I’m still half drunk, and I’m still not sure enough of the house that I can find it easily. I slam into a few walls, muttering a few choice words before I finally reach it. Just as I stretch my hand out, the door flings open. I topple forward and land against a warm, hard chest. Two arms go up and curl around my shoulders, and then I’m being slammed back against the wall.
“You following me, Tulip?”
Blade.
His body is pressed against mine and I’m flat against the wall with nowhere to go. “Ah, I needed to pee. It’s midnight . . .”
He leans down close and damn, damn, damn he smells amazing. His skin is so warm against mine. So freaking warm.
“I haven’t been able to sleep. Do you want to know why?”
“Not really,” I squeak.
“This is why.”
He jerks his hips and his cock presses right between my legs. I gasp and try to squirm backwards, but I can’t move. He’s got me pinned against the wall and now his cock is right there, and god dammit, I like it.
“Blade, stop,” I whisper.
“This is wrong,” he mutters, rotating his hips.
“Blade.”
“Forbidden.”
He thrusts and his cock slides right over my clit. I gasp and my fingers curl into his biceps. I don’t know if I want to push him away or pull him closer.
“But fuck, I want to put my cock inside you so fucking bad, Tulip.”
Oh no.
Oh yes .
“I’m fucking aching to feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”
Oh. My. God.
Heat floods my sex and I want it, I want it so bad. I close my eyes. No . . . this can’t happen. My mom . . . it’d destroy her.
“Please let me go,” I breathe. “We can’t be doing this.”
“No,” he says grinding against me to the point my body is winding up and pleasure is shooting through my limbs. “We can’t.”
“Blade,” I gasp.
“Can I make you come like this?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” he hisses.
“Please, oh God . . .”
His cock is creating the perfect friction. It’s so fucking good. I don’t want him to stop. Shit, yes I do. I do want him to stop. He’s your step-brother ; don’t be so . . . oh God . . . he feels so good. His body is so hard. Shit, I’m going to come . . . I can’t . . .
“Blade,” I gasp as I explode against him.
He makes a pleased, rumbling sound and then suddenly he’s gone. It takes me a moment to realize that he’s jumped back because a door has opened and Jack is just stepping into the hall. I press my hands against the wall, trying to look calm. It takes a lot to control my breathing. There’s still an amazing burn between my legs that is really hard to ignore.
“What’re you two doin’?”
I turn my head towards him, because my body isn’t going to move anytime soon. “I was just, ah, waiting for Blade to finish using the toilet.”
Jack looks to Blade, then back to me.
“You drunk, honey?” he asks me.
“A-a-a-ah,” I stammer. “Maybe.”
He shakes his head. “Blade, stop taunting your sister. I have no doubt you’re making it hard for her to get into the bathroom.”
I blanch.
Sister.
He just made me come against the wall.
I’m going to chuck.
“Night, Sissy . Sweet dreams,” Blade says in the darkness, and I see a flash of teeth as he grins, then he’s gone.
“You goin’ to go?” Jack says, nodding to the bathroom.
“Ah, yes.”
I push off the wall and rush in, closing the door quickly behind me. Then I press my back to it and close my eyes, rubbing my hands over my face. Well, that wasn’t exactly meant to happen. Jesus, what is wrong with me? I just let my step-brother dry-hump me against the wall. It’s official. I’m going to hell.
Fucking Blade.
CHAPTER NINE
THEN – ONE YEAR EARLIER
“Close your eyes.”
I wrinkle my nose and stare at the covered dishes on the table. “What’s in there?”
Dante—or Mystery Guy—smiles and nods at me. “Close your eyes.”
“Is it oysters? Because I can tell you now that won’t increase my libido.”
He chuckles.
“You following me, Tulip?”
Blade.
His body is pressed against mine and I’m flat against the wall with nowhere to go. “Ah, I needed to pee. It’s midnight . . .”
He leans down close and damn, damn, damn he smells amazing. His skin is so warm against mine. So freaking warm.
“I haven’t been able to sleep. Do you want to know why?”
“Not really,” I squeak.
“This is why.”
He jerks his hips and his cock presses right between my legs. I gasp and try to squirm backwards, but I can’t move. He’s got me pinned against the wall and now his cock is right there, and god dammit, I like it.
“Blade, stop,” I whisper.
“This is wrong,” he mutters, rotating his hips.
“Blade.”
“Forbidden.”
He thrusts and his cock slides right over my clit. I gasp and my fingers curl into his biceps. I don’t know if I want to push him away or pull him closer.
“But fuck, I want to put my cock inside you so fucking bad, Tulip.”
Oh no.
Oh yes .
“I’m fucking aching to feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”
Oh. My. God.
Heat floods my sex and I want it, I want it so bad. I close my eyes. No . . . this can’t happen. My mom . . . it’d destroy her.
“Please let me go,” I breathe. “We can’t be doing this.”
“No,” he says grinding against me to the point my body is winding up and pleasure is shooting through my limbs. “We can’t.”
“Blade,” I gasp.
“Can I make you come like this?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” he hisses.
“Please, oh God . . .”
His cock is creating the perfect friction. It’s so fucking good. I don’t want him to stop. Shit, yes I do. I do want him to stop. He’s your step-brother ; don’t be so . . . oh God . . . he feels so good. His body is so hard. Shit, I’m going to come . . . I can’t . . .
“Blade,” I gasp as I explode against him.
He makes a pleased, rumbling sound and then suddenly he’s gone. It takes me a moment to realize that he’s jumped back because a door has opened and Jack is just stepping into the hall. I press my hands against the wall, trying to look calm. It takes a lot to control my breathing. There’s still an amazing burn between my legs that is really hard to ignore.
“What’re you two doin’?”
I turn my head towards him, because my body isn’t going to move anytime soon. “I was just, ah, waiting for Blade to finish using the toilet.”
Jack looks to Blade, then back to me.
“You drunk, honey?” he asks me.
“A-a-a-ah,” I stammer. “Maybe.”
He shakes his head. “Blade, stop taunting your sister. I have no doubt you’re making it hard for her to get into the bathroom.”
I blanch.
Sister.
He just made me come against the wall.
I’m going to chuck.
“Night, Sissy . Sweet dreams,” Blade says in the darkness, and I see a flash of teeth as he grins, then he’s gone.
“You goin’ to go?” Jack says, nodding to the bathroom.
“Ah, yes.”
I push off the wall and rush in, closing the door quickly behind me. Then I press my back to it and close my eyes, rubbing my hands over my face. Well, that wasn’t exactly meant to happen. Jesus, what is wrong with me? I just let my step-brother dry-hump me against the wall. It’s official. I’m going to hell.
Fucking Blade.
CHAPTER NINE
THEN – ONE YEAR EARLIER
“Close your eyes.”
I wrinkle my nose and stare at the covered dishes on the table. “What’s in there?”
Dante—or Mystery Guy—smiles and nods at me. “Close your eyes.”
“Is it oysters? Because I can tell you now that won’t increase my libido.”
He chuckles.
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