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She gasps lightly, her half-lidded eyes flaring momentarily as I discard the tiny scrap of fabric on the side of the bed. I’m quick to grab a condom from my wallet before coming undone from my pants. She watches me with wide eyes as I free my throbbing erection, and roll the condom on.
“Tell me you want me, Adelina.” I line myself up to her entrance, nudging it teasingly as I gauge her reaction. “Tell me you want your stepbrother to fuck you.”
Her pupils flare, and her answer is nothing short of a plea and command, morphed into three little words.
“Ineedyou.”
The hard edges of my heart soften, a foreign but long-sought-after warmth spreading over my chest. But I don’t allow myself to live in it for longer than a tattered beat.
I smirk down at her, then slam inside.
I thought I was ready for him. Thought I would be able to handle all that is Elliot Rivera.
But that was a lie.
The glimpse in the shower, the feel of him in the treehouse, even the thirty-second up-close preview as he slides the condom on didn’t prepare me for this.
Elliot is buried inside me to the hilt, his hips meeting my ass, and even my forearm flying back over my face is barely enough to muffle the scream that wretches from my throat. It’s been a long time, sure, but holy fuck the girth on this man.
His low chuckle penetrates the blood whooshing in my ears as I attempt to adjust to the full sensation. “Come now, naughty girl. I need your eyes on me.”
My walls clench around him. Anytime he speaks, my insides quiver. I’m not sure if it’s because of who we are or just my discovery that I favor his dirty words. I also like that he isn’t gentle. It’s not sweet and soft, but rough and possessive. Like he actuallywants me.
But the dull ache behind my heart reminds me that this is likely it. A one-and-done to get the long-standing temptation out of our system. So I damn sure don’t want to hide from him. From this.
I drop the hand covering my face, and meet his heavy gaze. The restraint it’s taking him not to move is clear in the dark storms of his irises, but they’re also lined with concern.
“I know you can take it,” he says, the confidence he has in me evident. But he leans closer and places a soft kiss on my nose. “But you tell me if you can’t.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I nod, my voice nothing but a whisper. “Okay.”
He gives me one last glance, but then whatever worry was there, vanishes in a hungry scowl. He pulls out to the tip, and drives inside as hard as the first time.
I silently scream, my hand flying up to grab the wooden headboard. My nails claw into the hard surface as I try to find some kind of anchor. But before I can, Elliot does it again, withdrawing and slamming back inside.
His strokes are long and hard, and stained with what feels like anger. Anger for wanting me? Having to wait? That he’s attracted to his stepsister? I don’t have to ponder for long because he answers the unasked question.
“I want you to feel me here for weeks. Every time you fucking move, I want the pain to remind you that I was here.” His voice is more of a growl, one hand slinking up to close around the base of my neck, his thumb on my collarbone. It’s dominating. Possessive. “I want the void of me to drive you fucking insane.”
Again and again, his strokes hit spots I’ve never felt, the low pressure already building low in my belly. I turn my head, trying to hide my whimpers, the discomfort melding into pleasure so deep, tears spring to my eyes.
His hand slips up, wrapping around my neck completely so he can angle my face to him. “I want to watch you come apart for me, Adelina. I need to see that pretty face of yours when you realize it’ll only ever be me that makes you feel this way.”
Elliot drives into me with such purpose and force, I have no other option than to look at him. See the fire and something a little softer burning in his gaze. This is the moment where it happens. When souls fuse, and promises are whispered, but in the end, hearts are broken.
But I can’t focus on that. I can’t focus on anything but Elliot and the way my body is tightening all over again, the concentrated ball of electricity shooting out flares of lightning.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me what I want.” His thrusts turn relentless, and it becomes almost impossible to keep my eyes open. He feels so good. So right.
“Now, Adelina.”
My body follows his command almost instantly, the flares of light ripping through me like wildfire. I cry out with my release that he catches with his mouth, euphoria I’ve never felt before coiling around my body in tight squeezes as he kisses me. It only intensifies the longer Elliot drives into me, his continued pace brutal against the same spot, causing another lash of heat to threaten to take me under.
“My greedy girl.” Elliot cups his hand behind my neck to pull me up just enough to brush his lips across mine briefly. “Proof this cunt of yours was made for me.”
My mind is unable to wrap around the meaning of his words before I feel them. Another orgasm slams into me violently, slicing through me with such force that darkness encroaches my vision. Elliot falters, his breath becoming ragged as his own release finds him, but he doesn’t stop until both of us are panting.
Finally, his hand moves, both of them leaving my body to come up and brace on either side of my head. He levels me with a gaze I can’t read, but my heart feels. It swells, both in fear that we’re now over and in hopes it's not.
