Page 20 of Forbidden Harvest

Her body shakes, her hands clenching the ropes that bind her. “Please... too much...”

I chuckle. “We’re just getting started. I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never imagined.” Pulling away, I meet her gaze. “But first, I want to hear you say it again. Tell me who you belong to.”

Her chest heaves. “I... I belong to you.”

Whether she’s admitting it out of fear or because she believes it isn’t clear, but the words send a rush of power through me. Climbing up her body, I hover over her. My dick is trying to punch a hole in my pants to get inside her.

“That’s right, princess. And don’t you forget it.”

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine. I want her to taste herself on my tongue. Initially, she freezes but then tentatively responds, her tongue tangling with mine. It’s a forbidden kiss, and it ignites a fire within me.

When I pull away, I climb off the bed and push the mask back to ensure I don’t muck up and give myself away with my undistorted voice. “You’re mine. Only mine. And I’m going to remind you of that every day.”

Aria’s eyes widen. “You’re crazy. You know that, right?”

“Maybe I am,” I reply. “But you like it. I can see it in your eyes. You want this as much as I do.”

She swallows, her gaze flicking between my eyes and mouth. “How do you know what I like?”

I chuckle, stepping closer.

Aria stiffens, and the sick side of me fucking loves the power I hold over this beautiful creature.

“I know a lot of things about you. I know what books you read that get your heart racing and your skin flushing.” I tilt my head, remembering the countless times I’ve watched her on the camera playing with herself while she read them. “I know your dirty little fantasies, and I plan to make every single one of them come true.”

Her eyes widen. “You’ve been watching me?”

“Oh, baby, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I know your every move, your every desire. And I intend to exploit them all.”

She shifts, her cheeks flushing. “That’s creepy.”

There’s a lack of conviction in her voice. Her body responds to my words. Slowly, I’m chipping away at my little sister’s resistance.

“Is it, Aria? Or is it exciting? Knowing someone has been observing your every move, learning your deepest desires?” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Admit it. You like the idea of being watched.”

Goosebumps visibly spread across her skin. “You’re twisted.”

“And you love it.” I nip at her earlobe. “Admit that you want me to make your fantasies come true.”

She bites her lip. “I...”

The war between her rational mind and her body’s natural desire is visible. I know which side will win because our connection is too strong. It always has been.

“Say it. Tell me you want me to fulfill your every fantasy.” My hand trails down her body, resting on her bare thigh. “Tell me you want me to take you places you’ve only fantasized about.”

Her breath hitches. “Yes.”

That one word is all I need. I pull the mask away from my mouth again and capture her lips with mine, kissing herheatedly. Mine. The word repeats over and over in my mind like a war drum.

14

ARIA

Darkness surrounds me as I wake, feeling disorientated while I try to recall what happened. Then it smacks me in the face—the abduction, the fear, and the stranger who hides behind a mask—obviously the same man who told me this would happen a year ago on my seventeenth birthday.

I’m tied to a bed, my body sore and aching. Shame creeps over me as I recall my submission to my captor. I’ve always had a twisted side, drawn to the dark and forbidden, especially in the dark romance novels I devoured.

Is that why I reacted the way I did?

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