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ALLIE
How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years?
I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong—so damn wrong—that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again.
He was an asshole, a player, and, worst of all, my damn stepbrother.
Seizing my waist, he slipped his fingers under my sweater, gazed between my legs, and smirked at my black silk panties that I definitely hadn’t worn because I knew I’d be alone with Jace tonight.
“My stepsister is wet for me,” Jace said, voice low and husky.
I clenched as a wave of heat warmed my core. “Get off,” I whispered, lightly kicking my foot toward his chest in my weakest attempt to convince myself that I didn’t want this, that I hadn’t been thinking about this moment for the past two freaking years.
Before my foot collided with his chest, he snatched it and yanked me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. Wetness pooled between my thighs at the way he was rough. He had never been like this before, but it seemed, tonight, there was something feral lurking deep within him, something that even he couldn’t stop himself.
And I didn’t want him to stop.
“Jace …” My heart was pounding. “I’m not going to say it again.”
What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I wet for my damn stepbrother?
He snaked his hand around my throat and pulled me to my feet, so we were chest to chest. “You prance around in this short schoolgirl skirt”—he grabbed the bottom of my skirt and looked down at my body—“fucking knee-high stockings, and your nerdy little glasses, and you expect me not to want to bend you over the fucking bed and take you, Allie?”
I furrowed my brows and stared up at him through my lenses, nipples hardening underneath my sweater. “Yes, I do,” I said, but my words came out choppy and weak.
“You know how much I fucking love it, don’t you?” he asked, dark eyes fixed on me. He trailed a finger up the front of my thigh and looped it inside my panties. “Do you wear all this shit for me too?”
“No.” Yes.
“I bet you’ve been dreaming about the day I’d finally snap and take you.”
I pressed my lips together, my cheeks flushing. “No.”
He curled his lips up slightly and chuckled, gaze flickering down to my tits under my sweater. “You expect me to stay in fucking control when you refuse to wear a damn bra when we’re alone.” He tugged on my nipple through my sweater. “And your nipples are always this fucking hard.”
Pleasure shot through me as he drew on it harshly. I took a shaky breath, loving every single moment of this but knowing that it was wrong … so wrong.
“Please, Jace,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is wrong. I’ll do whatever you want, just stop. You’re my stepbrother now.”
He paused, slowly releasing my nipple and watching my breast bounce in my sweater. “You’ll do anything?” he asked, brow arched.
I actually believed he was serious, so I nodded.
Before I could stop him, he snatched a fistful of my hair and pushed me to my knees. My eyes widened slightly, a rush of heat going to my core as I stared up at him. The ache between my legs wasn’t going away … it was intensifying with every second that passed.
“Good.” He grasped my chin in his callous hand and swept his thumb across my bottom lip. “Because you’re going to wrap your lips around my cock, like you used to. Finally suck me off after interrupting me the other night.”
“Are you crazy? I’m not going to suck your cock.”
He stared down at me and undid his pants, watching as I watched him pull out his long, pulsing cock. So many fucking nights, I had dreamed of this happening again. So many mornings, I woke up, thinking about him inside of me. So many wishes, hoping that it would happen just once … once—that was all I asked for.
His dick was hard and thick, and I knew it’d feel so good inside of me.
“Jace …” I trailed off, my voice quiet.
“Lost for words, Allie?” he asked, tugging on my hair and making me gaze up into his eyes through my glasses.
I clenched and tried hard not to think about him plunging it inside of me, about him filling me all the way up and stuffing me full.
