Page 40 of Forbidden Harvest

“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go.” I murmur against her, my desire growing as I feel her response. “Let me hear you.”

I work her with my mouth and fingers, my tongue and lips relentless in their pursuit. My own need builds as I sense her getting closer, my cock throbbing with need. But this is about her, about giving her pleasure, about branding her as mine.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her hips moving erratically. I suck harder, my fingers working in unison. With a cry, she shatters, and her cum floods my mouth. Aria’s body shakes with the force of her release, and I’ll never get tired of seeing her come apart for me.

I lap at her, then slowly withdraw my fingers and raise my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed, and a satisfied smile curves her lips.

My body is throbbing with need, but the sight of her like this is enough.

I push myself up from the bed, my eyes never leaving her. My briefs tent obscenely, and I watch as she licks her lips, her eyesstill closed. The innocent, insatiable girl is my sister, and she wants me. Me.

“You want me again, baby sis?” I ask.

She nods, biting her lip, and I suppress a groan. I need a cold shower but can’t bring myself to leave her yet.

“Later,” I promise, running my fingers through her tangled hair. “Right now, I’m going to take care of you.”

I stand and walk toward the bathroom. I hear her stir behind me, the rustle of sheets as she sits up.

“Hey,” I say, turning one hand on the doorknob. “How about a bath? There’s a big tub in the family bathroom down the hall. You can soak for a while. I’ll even make you breakfast.”

She nods, rubbing her eyes sleepily. My little stepsister, all grown up and wanting me. It’s a heady feeling that makes my body hum with possessiveness.

I step out of the bedroom toward the family bathroom. Once inside, I turn on the faucet and adjust the water temperature until perfect. Grabbing some lavender bath soap, I pour it into the tub and wait for the room to fill with steam and the scent of lavender. Once the tub is full, I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I may be obsessed and dominant with Aria in bed, but I can still care for her.

I set to work making her favorite—chocolate chip pancakes. As I cook, I imagine her in the tub, her skin slippery and wet, her eyes closed in relaxation. I want to join her, to wash her body with my hands and my mouth, but I force myself to focus.

Once the food is ready, I set it on the counter. “Breakfast is ready,” I call out. “Whenever you’re ready to eat.”

My sweet stepsister is reeling from everything that happened last night. I’d been waiting so long, and my dick had a mind of its own. I lost it, but never before did I think she’d love my depravity so much.

My twisted soul mate. The reason I exist on this earth is to fucking protect and service her. And I will make sure by the time this week is through that she needs me as badly as I need her.

24

ARIA

The warmth of the bath still lingers on my skin as I go downstairs. My heart swells when I see my favorite breakfast on the table.

“You did all this for me?” I ask.

Jared nods. “I thought you might be hungry. Did you sleep well?”

I bite my lip. “I did. What do you have planned for today?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“I thought I’d introduce you to primal play.” He pauses, a gleam in his eyes. “I know you’ve read about it in those romance novels you love.”

Heat rises to my cheeks at his mention of my secret hobby. And he’s right. Everything he did to me last night was taken from the pages of my novels as if he’d been studying them.

“Chasing and, um...” I trail off, feeling embarrassed.

“Fucking outdoors.” He winks. “Don’t worry. I plan to give you the full experience.” He sips his coffee. “By the time our week alone is through, every fantasy of yours will have come true. And I’ll ensure I fuck you in every room of this fucking house, too.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. Anticipation coils in my stomach, and I get wet at the idea of being claimed by him in every room in the family home.

I eat, savoring the delicious pancakes. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a meal this much. Maybe because he made it—my stepbrother who always treated me so badly.

“This is amazing, Jared. Thank you,” I murmur.

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