Lily watches me warily, but I’m not in the mood for pity tonight. My feelings are all over the place. I want to kiss my stepbrother one minute, then slap him the next. Seeing him withher,the way she presses up against him, churns my stomach.
Soft fingers graze the exposed skin at my lower back where my tank top meets my shorts. Aron whispers in my ear, “Are you okay?”
I stare at my stepbrother in the eye. “I’m good.”
I can see him tense from here, and fuck if it doesn’t arouse me.
“So, about the séance,” Gwen says, but Aron shakes his head.
“We agreed not to talk about it. Nothing has happened since.”
Gwen looks at me, her eyes softening. “Are you sure everything is okay? That house?—”
“I’m fine,” I bite out, escaping Aron’s featherlight touch. “I need the toilet.”
Weaving through the crowds, I try to walk straight, but the room tilts on its axis. I’ve had too much to drink, and now everything is a blur.
I feel Dominic’s hard eyes on me as I make my way up the stairs, surprised I don’t trip and break my back in a spectacular fall.
When I reach the landing, a hiccup slips from my lips. I blink to clear the haze before looking left and right, the carpeted hallway stretching out on either side.
I’m screwed.
I laugh under my breath, amused by my own predicament. And then I take a left, bumping into the wall and almost knocking a picture frame off its hook. More drunken laughterbubbles up, but then a warm hand clamps down over my mouth and hauls me into the nearest bedroom.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dominic sneers as he slams me up against the door.
A surprised breath escapes me, the sound of my yelp muffled beneath his hand. There are two of him. Since when did he get another twin?
His heated exhale whooshes out of him before he hauls me away from the door and tosses me onto the bed. My body bounces, and I shriek with laughter. Dominic, however, doesn’t find any of this funny.
He grabs hold of my ankle and pulls me down the mattress. Then he hooks his fingers in my shorts and slides them roughly down my legs. “Do you know how fucking angry it makes me seeing that guy, Aron, all over you, like a sniffing dog.” Throwing my shorts on the floor, he slaps my thighs apart. “I’m gonna wring his fucking neck right after I make you come on my tongue.”
I’m already writhing as he drops to his knees and puts my legs on his broad shoulders. Scrunching the flowery bedspread in my fists, I can’t stop giggling, not at all used to alcohol.
Dominic pulls my panties aside and smacks my pussy so hard, pain bursts like pinpricks all over my sensitive folds. “Don’t piss me off again, Camryn.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I slur, reaching for his soft hair, but he slaps my fingers away and traps my wrists with one hand over my head. I sigh contentedly as he leans above me, his dark hair falling over his brow. I love him like this, devouring me with his eyes. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am with you?”
“You’re always angry.”
“Shut up,” he snarls, baring his incisor teeth as he releases my wrists to wrap his long fingers around my throat. “Move your hands, and I stop.”
My pussy pulses at the feel of his grip on my throat—the sheer dominance in his gaze.
“You want to get drunk and be a brat, little sister? You think it’s fun to play games?” He releases my throat and smacks my face with enough force behind his blow to stun me. I moan shamelessly. “You like that, huh?” His palm connects with my cheek again and he grips my chin. “This isn’t a reward.”
Chest heaving, I stare up at the ceiling as he bites my thigh hard enough to elicit a pained cry.
He pries my legs open with punishing fingers, and his devilish mouth descends like a tsunami, wreaking havoc on my self-control. My hips shoot off the bed, and I moan at the feel of his warm tongue sliding over my soaked pussy.
“Don’t move,” he growls against my clit, his lips driving me crazy. “If you come, I’ll choke you with my dick until you pass out.”
His tongue circles my opening, teasing just enough to leave me begging for more, and then he rams it inside me, tongue-fucking me until I can barely catch my breath.
The intense pleasure slowly builds until I’m so close to coming that I’m shaking and shivering despite my best attempts to stay off the edge.
