Page 31 of Forbidden Harvest

Fuck.

I just lost my virginity to my stepbrother, and he just lost his virginity to me.

Leaning down, he kisses me. “That was perfect. But don’t relax yet. I've got so much more in store for you tonight.”

His words send shivers through me. I pull him closer, wanting to hold him despite everything that has happened.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, my heart racing as I admit the truth. At this moment, I don’t care about the consequences. I want my stepbrother more than anything. And I’ve never felt more connected to someone, even though he abducted me like a psychopath. He’s not the only one who is more than a little crazy and fucked-up.

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JARED

“Let me go, Jared. Please, we can work this out.” Aria’s voice trembles as she pleads.

One moment in the bliss of fucking post-orgasm, she’s telling me she’s mine. The next, she’s having a change of heart. But she’ll come around soon enough.It’s just the shame talking.

I smirk. “The night is still young. I’ve planned this for a long time.”

Her eyes widen at my admission. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she contemplates how long I’ve been planning and playing the long game to get what I want.

Aria shakes her head. “Please... Not like this.”

Taking a step forward, I reach out and gently stroke her cheek, my thumb tracing the delicate contour of her jaw. “You don’t know what you truly want. But I do.”

As my fingers brush her skin, she flinches, but her eyes close momentarily, betraying the internal conflict within her. I savor the power I hold over her.

“You see, I know you better than you know yourself.” I pause. “And I know you want this, deep down. You crave it.”

My fingers trail down her neck, and I chuckle as goosebumps rise on her skin. “You like my touch, don’t you?”

She bites her lip. “I...”

Impatient for her response, I pull her toward me, relishing the feel of her softness against me.

Holding her, I study her gorgeous face. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, or must I restrain you again?”

Her silence is telling. I see the desire warring with her pointless moral compass.

A nudge might be necessary.

“Get on your knees.” My voice is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

She stares at me, eyes reflecting her internal struggle. I know I’m pushing boundaries, but her submission is key to the dynamic I crave.

“Do it,” I command.

Her gaze drops, and for a moment, I think she will obey. But then she freezes, caught like a deer in headlights.

Frustration mounts within me. If she doesn’t submit willingly, I’ll force her. Grabbing her shoulders, I push her to her knees. She resists at first, her body tensing, but slowly, she yields, her resistance melting away.

“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her hair gently.

I gaze down at her. Aria, on her knees before me again, but this time she knows it’s me. Her stepbrother is the one fucking her tight little throat—it’s a moment I’ve fantasized about.

Unzipping my pants, I free myself and tap the head of my cock against her lips. “Show me how well you can please me. Just like you did in the cornfield.”

Gently nudging my dick between her lips, I savor the warmth of her mouth. She moans softly, the vibrations coursing through me. I let out a hiss of pleasure, my eyes sliding shut fora moment as I relish the sensation of my stepsister's mouth around my cock.

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