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Oh fuck, oh fuck.
I writhe on that monster cock. It’s never felt so good, never felt so full, like without him inside of me, I’d be empty and cold.
“That’s what I thought, princess,” he growls, gripping my throat tighter as he fucks me. The force pushes me into the sink so hard it hurts. The pain morphs into pleasure—it’s too much.
Fuck, I didn’t even know it could feel this good.
Every other person I have fucked pales in comparison. The fact that I know it’s wrong and a fucked up, dirty little secret only makes it that much better. I raise my eyes and meet his in the mirror, his mouth open on a snarl as he fucks me. Seeing his huge body towering behind me while those massive, tattooed hands clutch my flesh causes me to cry out wordlessly.
The big, scary bastard makes me scream when he hits that spot inside me over and over, his fingers bruising my skin at my neck and hip.
He’s my stepbrother, supposed to be family, but all I can think about is how right this is, how good it feels, and how much I want this to last forever. I want to feel that cock in my mouth again and see him come over and over as I do all the dirty, fucked up things in my head.
There’s a knock on the door, but Cyrus doesn’t stop. He slams into me, holding me as he fucks me ferally. “What?” he yells, uncaring that the person can hear our skin slapping together. The fact that they are listening makes me cry out loudly. He pulls free of my clinging, dripping cunt and flips me before hoisting me onto the sink and slamming back into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean back, my tits jiggling from the force of his thrusts as he continues to fuck me.
I can barely catch my breath as moans escape my lips, even as I try to stop them. “Are you two okay?” Asher calls. “Haven’t killed her, have you?”
Cyrus leans down and bites my nipple, making me yelp. “Better answer, princess, before he breaks down the door.”
“I’m fine!” I shout, my voice tight as my pussy clenches around Cyrus’s cock. He chuckles against my skin, continuing to fuck me even with his brother listening through the door.
“You sure, Blair?” Asher calls again, and this time his voice seems choked… with laughter?
“Think he knows, princess? I reckon so. I don’t fucking care, I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping down my cock and you scream so loud everyone hears.”
“Shit,” I hiss, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Let him listen, I don’t give a fuck. Hell, open the door and he can watch.”
Cyrus groans, tightening his grip as he bites my nipple again in warning. “Dirty fucking bitch.”
“You love it,” I retort, making him smirk.
“That I do.”
He shuts me up by leaning in and smashing his lips to mine. Our teeth clack with the force of our coming together. The wet slap of our bodies is loud, and my cream drips down his thighs. Each thrust of his huge cock drags along my nerves, sending me higher and higher. When his hand slips down to my pussy, pinching my clit, he finally does as he promised…
He makes me scream.
I yell into his mouth, jerking as I come so hard I almost black out. I hear him grunt as he slams into me over and over before stilling and filling me with his own release. The feel of his cum inside of me, my stepbrother’s cum, causes me to cry out again as I drop back.
I’m panting and sweating but fucking satisfied.
When the aftershocks pass, he pulls free of my body and falls back to the other wall. Those dark eyes stay focused on me, and they look almost… soft. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. I wanted a hard, angry fuck.
“Princess,” he purrs.
Shit.
I almost kick myself. Once again, I let my emotions control me, and now look. I quickly disentangle myself, and after pulling on my clothes as he watches with a confused frown, I rush from the bathroom, leaving him staring after me.
I end up leaving the house entirely. My worry and panic overwhelm me as I rush to my car and gun it. They all know what I’ve done, and anxiety circles in my head as I drive and drive until it’s dark, and then I head back and sneak up to my room.
No one else is awake, and I still outside of Bray’s door, debating if I should see if he’s awake so he can fight my demons with me, but that’s not fair, so I slip into my room and throw myself on my bed. I should shower, but I kind of like the feeling of him still being with me.
Fuck, I’m messed up.
I smack the bed again and flip, angry at myself. Turning with a muffled groan, I hit my pillow over and over until something white sticks out from it, then I freeze.
Heart pounding, I pull the paper free and unfold it, and my breath stills in my chest. There, in an achingly beautiful drawing, is me… from today. I’m standing at the table with my eyes narrowed, almost shooting fire, and my lips are in a snarl. It’s so well drawn it almost feels lifelike, and the emotions leaking from it feel real. I flip it over to see words scrawled on the back in an endearing scribble.
