Page 29 of Forbidden Harvest

Jared.

My stepbrother.

My abductor.

I’d always known he had a screw loose, but this... This is beyond anything I could have imagined. Shame, excitement, and confusion war within me.

Since I was old enough to notice boys, I’d harbored a forbidden crush on my older stepbrother. I’d sneak peeks at his muscular body whenever I could, catching him working out and watching his veins pop and muscles flex. I’d feel a tingle between my legs, and I’d fantasize about him taking me, dominating me. But I thought it was a guilty fantasy, a secret I’d take to my grave.

I thought he hated me.

His body casts shadows on the wall as he paces—a dance of light and darkness mirroring my turmoil. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and conscious of my nakedness.

He stops and looks at me with intense eyes that send shivers down my spine. “You always wanted this. Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

My mouth goes dry as I swallow, my voice weak as I reply, “It’s wrong. It’s...off-limits.”

A dark, sinister chuckle escapes him. “Off-limits never felt so good, little sister.”

His words send a rush of conflicting emotions through me. Fear mixes with excitement, and I’m terrified of what he might do. Yet, a hidden part of me wants to see how far he’ll take this—how far I’m willing to go.

I watch him approach the bed, his eyes burning with desire. I know I should resist, but I don’t want to. I want to surrender to the darkness that has always drawn me to him.

“Please,” I whisper, not knowing what I’m begging for, but knowing I need more.

“Please, what? Do you want more?” He climbs onto the bed, his frame towering over me.

It’s so sick and twisted, but I do want more. God. I want him so badly. All I can do is nod, unable to speak as the heat of desire washes over me.

“As you wish,” he says, leaning down to capture my lips with his.

Jared’s firm lips send sparks through my body. I run my hands over his broad shoulders, feeling his power, and pull him closer.

He growls, sending shivers down my spine, and kisses my neck. I tilt my head back and moan as he bites down gently.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs.

Caught up in the moment, I can only nod. He’s studied my body’s responses without my knowledge, and the realization excites me. He’s wanted me for so long and knows how to push all my buttons.

His hands tease my breasts, squeezing and pinching, sending jolts of pleasure straight between my legs. I arch my back, silently pleading for more, but he denies me.

“Not so fast,” he says firmly. “I’m in control here. You’ll take what I give you and beg for more.”

His dominant side reduces me to a quivering mess. I’m putty in his hands, and he knows it.

Teasing me to the edge of pleasure, he pulls back, denying my release. I squirm beneath him, desperate for relief, but he only chuckles, enjoying my torture.

“Please, Jared,” I beg hoarsely. “I need you. Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” he says, his fingers stroking me gently. “I want you nice and wet when you come. Like the dirty little whore I know you are. You’ll beg for it, won’t you? You’ll beg me for my cock.”

The degradation fuels my desire. I’m embarrassed by how much I love his dirty words and how my body craves him even more because of them.

“Say it,” he demands, his fingers working their magic.

Breathing shaky, I whisper, “I want your cock, Jared. Please, fuck me.”

“You’ve waited for this, haven’t you? Formycock to be the first inside you. Saving yourself for your stepbrother.” Jared twists the knife of guilt and pleasure in my insides.

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