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The coffee pot slipped from my fingers, and I went to drop it, but my brother had the reflexes of a snake and he reached out and snagged it.
“What were you going to do with this?” he asked harshly.
When I hesitated, he tightened his lips.
“Answer me, Laoise Reilly.”
“Nothing,” I said. “Probably.”
He made an angry noise. “You’re not to put yourself in danger,” he said, setting the coffee pot down with a clatter.
It was so infuriating when I was trying to keep him from getting his parole revoked.
“Then you better behave yourself, asshole,” I said. “Because you’re not going back to jail on my watch.”
As I glared at him, his midnight blue eyes darkened and there was a spark in them, something between feral and a wicked amusement.
“Bad girl,” he said.
Then he picked me up easily and put me on the table, pushing me firmly down on my back. I kicked at him, but he ignored me, letting the blows land on his thighs as he reached for the waistband of my pants. Then with one swift motion, he yanked my leggings and panties down my legs, tearing them off, my sneakers falling to the floor.
I lay on the table in front of him and I saw my brother’s thick length pressing against his jeans. But he bent down to my cunt, running big fingers along the slick skin, feeling my cunt with a reverential touch. I was still furious, and I tried to kick him but he had settled between my legs now, his broad width forcing my thighs apart.
“Stop it!” I yowled.
Torin flicked his eyes up at me. “No,” he said.
“This mouth is mine,” and he moved his hand up to pull my lower bottom lip down, making me taste myself on the tips of his fingers.
“These tits are mine,” and he moved his hand slowly down my throat to circle my nipples, making me bite my lip to suppress a groan.
“And this sweet cunt is mine,” and he moved his hand down the curve of my belly to rest at the cleft of my sex.
“It’s not yours,” I protested, trying to sit up.
“Stop me then,” my brother said arrogantly, raising a dark eyebrow at me, as he took one big hand and pressed firmly but irresistibly on my chest and forced me back down to the cool table.
Then he bent between my legs and, with one hand keeping me firmly trapped, he came so close to me that I shuddered as his breath hit my skin.
His tongue hit my heated flesh, ran exploringly around my pussy lips, then the rough edge hit my clit and I bucked my hips from the table as liquid flooded my cunt.
Torin groaned against my cunt and he was so big I couldn’t avoid seeing those broad shoulders stretching me painfully wide.
The sight did something to me, and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to forget, but I couldn’t.
My brother’s midnight black hair, the exact same shade as mine, standing out vividly against my bare legs, the movement of his arm as he extended it like iron across my body to force me to accept his pleasure.
I betrayed myself as his tongue circled my clit, and I betrayed myself over and over as he kept it there, slow and deliberate, the heat rising in my chest and breaking out on my arms, my core beginning to hum with need.
I was opened up for his pleasure, for whatever he wanted to do, and I writhed on the table under him.
When he paused and looked up at me, the fingers of his other hand tightening on my thigh, I was weak and trembling.
“Why did you stop?” was all I managed to moan resentfully, and I saw him smile as he stood up and began to climb on the table over me.
“To teach you to behave yourself,” he said, and I heard an amused lightness in his voice.
I saw his hand go down to his jeans, jerking the zipper down.
