Page 43 of Possessive Mr. Pen

We eat in silence.I’m too tired to overthink.He leads me back to the guest room.I stay cognizant long enough to lock the door before I drop onto the bed.

Between one breath and the next, I slip into the inky void of sleep.

Violence and death fill my nightmares, but I can’t force myself awake.

A lock clicks.The door swings open.

A masculine voice calls my name.

I shift and whimper.The room is too cold.

The bed dips.Blankets settle over me.Warmth presses against me.

I welcome my sister into my arms.The body is too big and hard, and the scent is wrong, too, but I pull her half on top of me, kiss her cheek, and snuggle into her.Relief flows through me as my nightmares slink away.

Leather and smoke tease my nostrils.Need pulses through me.I wriggle and press back into the hot, hard body wrapped around me.

Fingers pluck my nipple and stroke my clit.

My gasp rips the cloak of sleep away, and I blink in confusion as nothing but darkness greets my eyes.

“Don’t stop, Hilary,” Connor whispers against my nape.

Shivers run down my spine.

His long digits splay over my stomach while two smaller hands play with my breast and pussy.

My hands.

I’m masturbating in Connor Pen’s arms.

He opens his mouth and swirls a design on my nape with his tongue.

“You’re so close.More,” he growls.

I tip perilously close to the edge.Slippery arousal coats my hand and floods my panties.

He tilts his hips.His thick, hard cock presses into my ass.

There are too many layers between us.

“You, too,” I breathe.

He pauses mid-kiss before mumbling against my flesh.

“I wasn’t going to.This isn’t why I came in here.”

“Now, Connor.Please,” I groan.

He curses and slips his other hand into his pants.I roll my hips and moan as his knuckles run up and down my ass and lower back.

He flexes his fingertips into the softness of my belly.

I erupt.Convulsion after convulsion clenches my core until my frantic stroking is too much.I yank my hand out of my pants.

My boss’s low, throaty praise fills a well deep in my soul, and the need to give him the same pleasure splashes over the top.

I reach back and close my drenched fist over his mushroom tip.