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I’ve had my walls up most of my life, thought that if a woman ever wanted to get past them she’d had to use a sledgehammer. But Greta made them tumble down easier than that. Just a simple blow with her pink mouth and I crumbled.
It was astonishing how little she had to do to get me down on my knees. My little stepsister’s worthy of an award and filling with tenderness, I stand by the edge of her bed, looking down at her like a creep while admiring her lush hair.
There’s so many different shades, pale caramel, butter blond and white like snow and my whole body aches. I need something. She needs to give me something. Her beauty is beyond compare but not in a superficial way. Her beauty’s healing. It nurtures and soothes a hardened soul.
Rain gently starts smacking on the window, the sound reminding me of tracing fingertips and the traffic lights illuminate the shape of Greta. And it’s a hell of a shape, elegant angles and coy curves wherever I look and that ache in my body increases.
Maybe getting into bed with her tonight is too risky. If I wrap my arms around her, I’ll do more than just hold her. But I can’t leave empty handed. Reaching for a pair of silver scissors she keeps on her desk, I walk closer and grab one of her locks.
Shame that I’m going to do this. She’s too perfect to change anything but I need something of hers and her tresses are so full, she won’t miss it. Scissoring a piece of the lock, I hold it in my hand and it’s softer than silk.
Putting it to my nose, I inhale and the scent makes my eyes roll back in my head. Stepbrother has a piece of her now and I want to put it in the safe in my office. It’ll be that little part of her that nobody ever will be able to take from me.
Wherever she goes, Greta leaves her DNA just like all humans. She leaves traces of her on strangers, on places and sometimes the jealousy gets unbearable. But that s-shaped little lock...that’s all mine. Bending down I trail feather light kisses up her arm to thank her for her gift and I linger on her shoulder, wanting to make my way up to her neck when she suddenly yanks her arm back, rolls over and screams.
The shriek pierces through the dark like a blade, causing Baldur to bark outside in the hallway and I clamp my hand over Greta’s mouth but not before hiding the piece of her hair in my pocket.
“Quiet,” I hiss, “it’s just me.”
Eyes flaring, she fidgets between the sheets, trying to pull my hand down but there’s something deeply satisfying about keeping it over her mouth. Keeping her sounds and moans all to myself and suddenly I’m unable to pull away and I straddle her, making sure not to put my whole weight on her.
Greta’s body dips, the surprise in her eyes increasing and she pants under my palm, “What are you doing here?”
Apparently I snapped and I’m now fulfilling my deepest, darkest desires.
“You want the money,” I rasp and she blinks up at me before eagerly nodding. “Then in return, you’re going to give me this.” I give her left breast a light smack, causing it to jiggle seductively beneath her gauzy nightgown and Greta gasps.
I remove my hand from her mouth and she whispers, “I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t completely t...tear me up, please.”
Suspicions flare in me. “Why the fuck not, princess?” Does she need to keep that straitlaced slit tight for someone else?
She swallows. “I’ve never had much of a tough heart to begin with.”
Her heart. She’s talking about herheart. A smile lingers behind my mouth. “Stepbrother wouldn’t hurt you,” I whisper. “You know that.” She smiles back and I brush my lips over hers, causing her to moan into my mouth and I drop all self-restraint. “Mouth’s too damn good...,” I groan and I lose myself in the kiss.
She struggles to keep up with me, eagerly lifting her face to give me everything I want. Underneath me, she grinds her hips against mine and there’s a little bit of spice in her that I didn’t expect. The combination of her innocence and girly craziness drives me wild and I want her with a desperation that sends alarms off in the back of my head.
I should be careful with her, take my time but it’s too hard and the seams containing my patience are already bursting.
Nuzzling her throat, I murmur comforting words but before I know it I’m snarling and growling, licking and sucking on her skin until she cries out in surprise. Tugging at both our clothes, I rip at the fabrics until we’re naked and Greta stares at me with swollen lips, nipples and pussy and a haze covers my eyes.
What the hell have I done to deserve her?
Nothing.
But I don’t need to deserve her, she’s mine regardless. Stroking her waist, she moans softly when my pawning becomes too heavy-handed but she doesn’t stop me, her hips rolling up and down on the mattress like her body’s crying out for fulfillment.
Pressing a digit into her, I wait for her reaction and her chest heaves, her eyes flaring like she’s never even used a tampon. I distract her with a kiss before increasing the pressure and she rocks against my hand, her body erupting into little tremors and I loom over her, focusing on Greta so much that everything else disappears.
Feels like the whole damn bed is spinning and I’m drunk on her, wild with satisfaction that I finally get to have her and she’s the thing that every man in the mob looks for. The northern star. The one we’d slay all dragons for. She whimpers behind our kiss, sobbing a little when I grope her tits and when she comes for the first time, she digs her nails into my back.
I let out an involuntary hiss and high on her pleasure she looks at me through hooded eyes. “What is it?” she croaks.
“Just some fresh ink,” I groan, “but don’t worry about that. You have more important things to think about.”
“Such as...?” she silences when I put the tip of my shaft against her entrance and her breath delays in her throat. “Oh yes...,” she whimpers, “that...”
“My princess’s a fast learner,” I grin, pressing into her some more and her face twists into beautiful agony. It breaks me, the trust she has in me, the generosity of her that allows me to corrupt that classy, prissy body that I bet has never even broken a sweat in her life. I tilt her hips to get a better angle and her eyes flutter.
