Page 36 of Forbidden Harvest

The urge to brand her as my possession, to announce our taboo relationship, is overwhelming. But I know it’s just a twisted, secret fantasy. The consequences would be immense, and I won’t hurt Aria like that. Not yet.

Instead, I slowly withdraw from her, reluctantly breaking our connection. Slowly, I lower her to the ground and squeeze her hand. Knowing that as she walks, my cum is dripping from her, no doubt rolling down her bare legs.

The mere thought makes my dick swell again.

I kiss the inside of her wrist. “Come with me,” I order. “I’m taking you home. Our home.”

“What do you mean?” She asks.

The silence stretches between us, and I don’t answer. Instead, I nod toward the exit, urging her to follow.

“It’s time to return to our family home. I’ve stayed away too long, and I’m not letting you go now that you’re mine.” My gaze never leaves hers. “You understand, don’t you, baby?”

She nods, her eyes huge behind the mask. She’s entirely mine now, and I’ll stop at nothing to keep her.

It’s 3am, and I know our parents have already left for vacation. I will pleasure her in every room of that house.

I tighten my grip on her hand, leading her back toward our shared past. Tonight is the beginning. Our twisted dance will take on a whole new dimension by the time the sun rises.

22

ARIA

My fingers tremble as I type a text message to Lisa.

Hey, sorry I got lost earlier. I’m home now and really tired. Catch up soon.

Jared’s intense gaze burns into me from the driver’s seat. “Good girl,” he purrs, caressing my thigh.

How can I crave the person who abducted me, who pushes me further into depravity? And yet, as his fingers creep higher, teasing the edge of my skirt, molten heat pools between my legs.

Taking a shuddering breath, I glance at Jared as he drives us back to the house. The secrecy of our relationship heightens my anticipation. “So, our parents are gone for the week,” I state, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jared flashes me a dark smile. “I know, baby. Just you and me.” His hand squeezes possessively. “No interruptions.”

I swallow hard. “What... what do you have planned?”

“I have lots of plans for us,” Jared purrs. “Starting with reminding you exactly who you belong to.”

I shiver, both dreading and craving his next words. “Jared, I... I don’t know if I can do this. What if they find out?”

His grip tightens. “As long as you’re a good girl and obey, everything will be fine.” His tone is low and dangerous, leaving no room for argument.

I want to protest, to tell him that I can’t keep going down this path, but the words die in my throat.

“I’ll... I’ll try,” I whisper.

Jared’s lips curve into a satisfied smile. “That’s my girl. I knew you’d come around.” He leans in, his breath caressing my cheek. “This week will be unforgettable. Just wait and see.” He pulls into the driveway and turns off the engine, getting out and striding to the front door.

I follow him into the house, my heart pounding. Everything feels different now, tainted by what we’ve done and what’s to come. As I glance around, my eyes fall on the familiar surroundings, and an overwhelming sense of wrongness washes over me. How can I be here, in this place that holds so many memories, doing these unspeakable things with my stepbrother?

“Come with me.” Jared strides toward the stairs. I hesitate, feeling different now we’re back at our parents’ home. “Now,”he demands.

Following him up the stairs, I hesitate, my steps slowing as he walks into his old bedroom.

Once inside, he shuts the door and turns the lock, making my stomach flip.

“Strip,” he orders, his voice cold. “Get rid of those clothes.”

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