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“Cy,” she breathes, knowing what that does to me. “Fuck, your cock feels so good, so big,” she murmurs as she rolls up to nip my lower lip. “Please, stepbrother,” she purrs, and it breaks that last shred of control I have. With a roar, I fuck her harder, slamming into her with wild abandon. She just laughs through it, her perfect body accepting it and begging for more.

“You love, it don’t you?” she goads. “Knowing you shouldn’t want me but do? Knowing everyone else thinks it’s fucked, thinks it’s wrong. You love the fact you’re fucking your stepsister and making her scream for you. Say it, Cy.”

My hand darts out and wraps around her neck, squeezing one more time as I lean in and slam into her so hard she moans in both pain and pleasure. “I fucking love it.”

And I do. I can barely control myself around her. We both know this is twisted, forbidden, and that others wouldn’t understand, but it only makes me want her more. I want to see their shock and disgust as they catch us. I want them to know that my brothers and I own this cunt, and that this fucking perfect dirty bitch is ours.

It sends me over the edge, so I reach down and twist her aching red nipple until she screams and comes around my cock. I see stars as I fill her with my release, my hips stuttering and legs shaking. I fall onto her, unable to help it, unable to hold myself up, but she’s there, holding me, and I blindly search for her lips, swallowing her moans and making them my own.

When I pull back, she kisses my face, the warm butterfly kisses making my heart clench. She restarted the cold dead thing, and no matter what we both want, she’s the one who controls it now.

“Promise me something, Cy,” she whispers.

“What?” I grumble, still coming down from the high.

“Promise me you won’t let me hurt you all. Promise me you won’t let me break your hearts.” My head jerks up, and I meet her worried eyes. I capture her chin and pull her closer, kissing her.

“I won’t,” I murmur truthfully against her lips, “because it would be worth the pain.”

She pulls back sadly, and I stand up.

“Come on, let’s get back to the party.”

Just like I wanted, I have to carry her out of the bathroom, holding her tight in my arms. She’s content and lazy in post sex bliss, unable to tease or flirt with anyone else. She smirks up at me. “You look so fucking smug right now.”

“I feel it, baby girl. I’ve got your cum on my fingers and cock and you in my arms,” I murmur as I step back into the party. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be smug?”

When I reach the others, Bray laughs and Asher just shakes his head, opening his arms, so I deposit her on his lap where she curls up as he passes her a drink. Leaving them to their moment, I recline back.

“Anything from Jay?” I ask, unable to hide my smile.

“Not yet,” Bray answers. “I know he’s around here somewhere. I heard his bike pulling up, could hear that bitch from miles away.”

We sell a few bits, shake hands, and play nice. Blair goes back to dancing, grinding on Ash as he grins down at her like she’s the fucking sun to his moon, even with my cum inside her. We really are a fucked up family, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Damn, that’s one fine woman. She might even be hotter than the models,” Jay comments as he sits. I smack him without looking, the only person who would dare.

“Eyes off, she’s ours.”

“Fuck, you always get the good ones. Well, hello, sweetheart,” he purrs as Blair comes over.

I turn my head and narrow my eyes, grabbing my knife and jamming it against his balls. “One more time and they are mine,” I warn.

His hands come up, but he backs off as she sits next to me. I nudge him to be sure, and he winks at her. “No offence, love. You’re hot, I just like more meat on my girls’ bones. All those sexy ass curves to get lost in, you know?”

“Oh, I do.” She nods and leans back, stretching her legs out before crossing them. The silky movement catches my eye, distracting me like always without even trying. If I put my hand up her dress, would I find my cum still dripping from her?

She’s my strongest addiction. The one I don’t want to heal from.

“You got what we wanted?” I ask distractedly.

“Yeah, I’ll drop it by in the morning. You need anything else?”

“Don’t think so,” Bray calls. “Thanks, man. No luck with the models?”

“Nah, they all want the clean-cut, rich-looking bastards like you. They like a taste of the dark side, but me?” He laughs, and I look at him, and I can’t help but smile. He’s right. He looks like a gangbanger or worse, with an unkempt brown beard, bright blue piercing eyes, and tattoos crawling up his neck, ears, and onto his face. The sides of his brown hair are shaved, and the top is styled, but even clean and prettied up, he looks like he drinks, fucks, and shoots up in his scarred leather cut, low-rise black jeans, chains, and big ole boots. It would take one daring bitch to go home with him, and it’s usually only house bunnies. Yet deep down, Jay the badass only wants an old lady. He leans in like he knows my thoughts. “I see you caught yourself a keeper though.”

“What do you mean?”

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