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Can I truly be on the verge of telling both brothers the name of the man who did this to me?
“Lara.” He steps closer as he says my name.
I’m still gazing at the spot between us, but with his proximity, I’m simply staring directly into his broad, ink covered chest.
“Lara, I need you to tell me who the fuck did this to you,” He reaches up, threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. His thumbs trail my jawline sending shivers down my spine as he uses them to tilt my head back until my eyes meet his darkened, mismatched gaze that hold the promise of violence, “Give me a name, Lara.”
My heart hammers in my chest at the gentle yet authoritative tone to his voice, “Frank.” I breathe as his eyes drill holes into me.
“Frank,” He parrots, “And Frank is alive?”
I blink once, trying to quickly calculate what I assume was his age and how many years it's been since I was in his custody.
I resign myself to the unknown of whether he is alive or not, and I nod again, “I would assume so.”
Darian leans in more, our lips less than an inch apart, “Who was he?”
A shiver trembles through me as his breath skates over my face. The distance between us sends my body into overdrive as he lightly rubs his thumbs against my skin.
At this point I’m uncertain if he’s doing it to soothe my mind from the topic of conversation or even aware of it, but the contact is all consuming.
My body ignites and the butterflies swirling in my stomach seem out of control as I struggle to remain focused on his question.
“One of my foster parents.” I whisper.
He steps closer toward me and on instinct, I back further into the pool as he continues his advance until we’re both waist deep in water.
“I’ll fucking kill him.” Darian growls and crushes his lips to mine.
One of his hands glides down my neck, and over my breast to my waist, using it to help keep me steady as we retreat further into the Jacuzzi until my back bumps against the side.
His kiss is all consuming, and I find myself fervently returning each sweep of his tongue, every desperate motion as if he were the answer to everything.
He grinds his hips against mine, squeezing my waist with one hand as if the contact isn’t enough. He presses himself deeper into me, and I gasp at the pressure as his erection strains against his soaked jeans.
His half lidded eyes darken as he chuckles and repeats the action, taking advantage of my open mouth to deepen the kiss with an intensity unlike any I’ve felt before.
This is more than just lust.
The passion and desire between us feels like an awakening.
It’s as though my entire being could shatter into a million pieces with one wrong move but at the same time, I’ve never been this whole.
He lifts my leg around his waist, grinding himself against my clit and my mind quiets. My moan into his mouth breaks the little resolve he had.
Our lips part, and I’m breathless as his green and white eyes search mine in an unspoken question.
Do I want this?
I nod, finding confidence I didn’t know existed as my body acts on instinct in a desperate need for more of him.
My hands rush to unbuckle his belt and zipper, my fingers graze him through his soaked pants as I tug to free him from them, and he groans.
His clothes and underwear drop below the water my jaw goes slack at the sheer size of him. His cock is impressively thick with veins protruding from it.
It’s intimidatingly long.
I’d wager that it’s nearly the length of my forearm if I were to compare the two.
