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I swallow as he unbuckles it and slowly pulls it free from the loops. Cyrus unbalances me, always has. I’m used to being in charge, being so wanted that they can’t think or speak or question me, but he isn’t like that. He plays me right back, making me want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’m unable to look away, my pussy clenching and nipples tightening at the purposely slow, controlled movements. This isn’t my usual quick fuck.
“Acting all cool like you’ve not touched yourself while you’ve thought about me in the other room, huh?”
“Nope,” I reply, meeting those dark eyes. “I have other dicks for that.”
He shakes his head, storms over, and grabs my throat, just like that night we argued. Only this time, we both know it won’t stop there. He’s going to fuck me tonight and get out all this tension between us.
And I can’t fucking wait.
“Not anymore,” he mutters and spins me. Slamming me into the wood, he rips down my shorts. I help him, kicking them off, but he squeezes tighter as I fight to breathe. A moment later, I feel something cold at my hip, a blade, and then my underwear is cut from me, leaving me bare and wet. He strips off my shirt and bra next. I’m completely naked while he’s dressed. Anyone else would feel vulnerable, whereas I feel strongest in my bare skin. I lean into his touch, the pain and pleasure pounding through me like my heart, making me gasp. He just stands behind me, letting me feel the warmth and power of his body as his breath blows over my ear, making me shiver.
“You want my cock? Beg for it.” He releases my throat, and I suck in enough air to speak. I love the utter power in his hand. I’m used to being in charge, being dominant, but right now, Cyrus is throwing that out of the window. It doesn’t mean I won’t test it though. I like to push the boundaries, and no one, especially not Cyrus Crew, will make me beg.
“Not a fucking chance, I’ll just go fuck your girlfriend or your brother.”
I’m slammed into the door again hard, making me groan. The pain pushes back the mental spiral I’m struggling with. He consumes my entire awareness so there is no room for thoughts of anything else—just him and me. The promise of pleasure hangs between us if we’re willing to cross those lines we shouldn’t.
“Watch that mouth before I fuck it,” he demands.
“Do it,” I challenge. “Fuck it, shove your cock so deep you’re all I can taste for the next week.” I push back, rubbing against him. “I dare you.”
I play the game right back, because as much as I want him, crave him, he craves me too, and we both know it.
It’s a fight for power, for control. I’m not easy, and I won’t lie back and accept his orders like his other little girls. I give as good as I get, and I get what I want, which is him.
“Fuck,” he groans, grinding into me as his hand drags down my back and cups my bare ass. “Not yet though. I’ve been imagining those big breasts in my hands while I fuck you since the moment I saw you dance.”
“Yeah? What else?” I press, seeing what he’s visualising. Those tattooed, scarred knuckles gripping my tits as he fucks me… Fuck, I want that.
“Oh, princess, we’re just getting started. You should never have tempted me. I might be your stepbrother, but right now, I’m your fucking everything.” He spins me and smashes his lips to mine again to swallow my protests. Using the door, I hike my leg up and wrap it around his waist, grinding my dripping pussy on his jeans. He’ll have to go back out there with my cream staining them, and the thought only turns me on more, knowing Asher or Bray might see. Might ask.
Might know.
Grabbing his other hand, I pull it down my chest until it’s on my breast. He grunts into my mouth and bites my lip in punishment even as he tweaks my hard nipple. He twists and plucks them until I’m groaning into his mouth. Smirking against my lips, he cups the heavy weight and squeezes them together before pulling back and licking down my chest until he can taste them. My head drops back as he sucks one into his mouth firmly before sucking on the other. He bites, licks, and tastes until I’m wild. I drip with sweat as I fight my own desire, trying to stay in control.
This is so fucking wrong. He’s my stepbrother, but he’s right. We couldn’t stop this even if we tried. This is more than sex or want.
“Touch me,” I demand.
“Where?” he mumbles against my breasts, playing dumb, but I hear the amusement in his tone. I unwrap my legs and drop my feet to the floor, glaring at him.
“My pussy, or do you need a fucking road map—fuck!” I yell as his hand comes down in a hard slap on my cunt.
He kicks my legs apart. “What did I tell you about that mouth, princess? It’s going to get you in some real trouble,” he warns, his dark hungry eyes rolling up to mine.
“Fuck, I hope so,” I mutter as he chuckles before he releases my breasts. He moves his hands to my hips, and I frown before I gasp. Cyrus lifts me into the air without even a grunt, holding me against the door as he buries his head between my thighs so quickly I don’t even have time to inhale before he’s feasting on me.
His stubble scrapes my inner thighs, the splash of pain blending into pleasure as he eats me up.
His tongue drags down my folds without warning. Reaching up, I hold onto the top of the door, the other clutching his hair and pulling him closer, shutting up that infuriating mouth with my pussy. He may be the one pinning me here, but I’m in charge as I squeeze my thighs and shove my cunt closer, forcing him to make me come. He spears his tongue into me roughly, eating my cunt the way we fight.
Feral and hard.
His teeth catch on my clit, and his tongue swipes down my core. He tastes me, getting as deep as he can like he’s never sampled anything better. Shit, no wonder blondie sticks around if this is how he eats pussy. What’s his dick game like?
“Harder,” I order, just so it doesn’t seem like I’m losing myself in his mouth.
He smiles against me, I feel it, and then turns, biting my thigh in punishment hard enough to bruise. I cry out, grinding down from the pressure.
