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Fuck, she’s going to like it deep and I nearly let out a howl at the ceiling.
Her body twists and coils, taunting me with its youth and beauty and I ram myself into her. She cries out, arching and her head hits the headboard. I still for a moment giving her a chance to adjust before something demanding flashes in her eyes. Someone needs their little slit whipped and I clasp her hips, obliging and she lets out shocked frantic sounds that echo like music in my ears.
She tears at my head, her eyes squeezing, lower lip trembling and I can barely stand seeing her like this. It’s like watching the object of your adulation come to life and I’m having a hard time breathing. Opening up to me even more, she wraps her long legs around my hips.
“Dacre...,” she helplessly whimpers, “if you stop I’ll start crying.”
Her words tug at my heart, ripping at it and I stroke her over the head. “I won’t stop, princess.” But she might start crying anyway. With a roar, I tear into her, going as deep as I dare and her whole body arches into a bridge.
Heat rolls off of me and my desire for her makes me reckless, irresponsible with her and I feel like a mallet demolishing porcelain. Her nails drag and up and down my lower back, her head tossing back as she goes wild and the cracks in her perfection only make her even more flawless.
The pleasure’s mind-blowing. Her tightness acting like a vice and who the hell would’ve thought she’d had that force in her but I’m fucking chained.Bound. My violent thrusts make her gasp and each time I go deeper, she begs for more as if she’s insatiable and our mouths clash, our tongues twisting, our sex hooking. I smack in and out of her, rutting and she hisses and snarls at me, her hair hitting me in the face, sweat running down her body and wetting her silk sheets.
A second late tears burst from her eyes and she clutches around me so damn hard it hurts and the climax causes us both to cry out. Whimpering, she lets out a needy sob before dropping to the pillows with a dazed look on her face.
I roll over to give her a chance to breathe but regret my choice because the second I do, she decides to get up.
“Where are you going?” I growl and she twitches as her naked body breaks out into goosebumps. Pink in the face, she whispers,
“I’m all sticky between my legs. I need to shower.”
Her prissiness will be the death of me and my dick agrees, immediately getting ready for another round.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I yank her back to bed, snatch my belt and use it to tie up her wrists to keep her in place. She fidgets, panting and looks at me like she doesn’t know whether to cry for help or already ask for seconds.
“I’ll clean up that mess for you,” I rasp, pushing her thighs apart before positioning myself between them. Lowering my mouth, I grin against her pulsating flesh, “After all, what are stepbrother’s for?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Greta
We’ve crossed a line.
And it was the most amazing thing ever.
I’ve been thinking about Dacre all day, wanting him to come home from the streets and at the same time I want him to take his time. A couple of hours before midnight, and I’m already sneaking around in his office.
He didn’t make a big deal out of giving me the money but they are on his desk and I sneak the stack of cash into my bag. With my heart beating like a frantic freight train, I put on my clothes, tell Baldur to stay put and leave the apartment.
The city life is busy this evening and it takes forever until I get to cross the street. Down at the stables, I’m so nervous I barely have the time to cuddle with Guinevere when she happily neighs at me. I’m going to the drop off without a weapon and I don’t know any self-defense but in case anything goes wrong I’ll at least have a thousand pound horse to hide behind.
Saddling and tacking Guinevere, I sit up and steer her toward the park. We ride in the park quite a lot and she doesn’t fuss, not even when daylight begins to dim. I’m so on edge I barely dare to breathe when I realize it’s not all just about the drop off.
Something feels...different.
I can’t explain it but there are constant shivers down my spine, goosebumps prickling the back of my neck and I can only remember one other time when I felt like this. In high school when we were doing a play and I was on stage, having all eyes on me.
Frowning, I look around.
I’m not being watched am I?
The park is the same as always, there’s the pond, the volleyball net and the colorful leaves make it look like it’s bedazzled with amber and copper. And yet I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s gaze is zoning in on me.
I want Dacre to be here. He would’ve known how to handle this. Swallowing, I grab the reins tighter, cantering Guinevere until the clock nears midnight and the park empties on people.
Jumping down from Guinevere, I wrap the reins around a tree trunk and pull the hoodie of my lavender cape over my head. A fog begins rolling in, causing my breath to turn into thick clouds and I shiver, looking around in every direction.
What if my blackmailer attacks me...?
