Page 164 of Under the Bed

Hmm. That fire inside her. Those gritted teeth.

I’ve managed to rile her up.

The thought that I might’ve brought something worse than a needle must be making it worse for her. Her fear, it’s stronger than the defeat she felt just now.

“You’re in a fighting mood.” Painting her will have to wait. I have to touch her, and I do. I leave the paint tube in my pocket, sliding my hand under her skirt. Cupping her pussy over her silk panties. “What a turn-on, to see how much you want this. You’re soaked.” I stroke her over her panties and she presses herself against me. So desperate. “This need is driving you insane. You’re just as fucked up as I am, little sister.”

“It’s not fair.” Her growl has my dick jumping. I’m leaking for her. “I’ll never win with you.”

She will. She already has.

I’ll tell her later.

“Newsflash.”

She moans when I hook my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. When my knuckles brush her hot, wet skin.

I bring my mask close to her face. “Life’s not fair.”

The glare she pins me with when I tear them off her body.

Delicious.

“But—”

I pocket her underwear. “But nothing.”

She struggles against me as I turn her to face the wall. Writhes and squirms.

It gets her nowhere.

And it makes me really, painfully hard. The need to pound into her is adrum that beats relentlessly inside my head.

“Kaleb.” She pushes against the wall, trying to break free.

“You’re adorable,” I whisper in her ear, gripping her hips. “And strong. There’s nothing weak about you. This, what we’re doing, is about something else entirely.”

With my dick pressed to her back, she’s locked beneath me. Hot beneath me. I shift her hair to the side. Lift my mask so I can taste her. Taking a bite is fucking tempting when she tastes so good. But that’s all I do, taste her, trailing my lips down her delicate neck. Her sweet scent is intoxicating.

Biting her over her blazer that she put back on before leaving the clinic, that’s right over the spot where her dad scarred her…

Heaven.

“What is it about then?”

“Us.”

I pull back, twist my hand in the collar of her blazer, and rip a piece of fabric off.

“It’s about the countless nights we spent apart.” I put my mask back into place.

She’s stopped fighting, letting me whirl her back to me.

“About having your name drilled into my head. So goddamn deep, Shiloh, that some days I thought I was losing my mind.” My hand finds its way back to her neck. Choking her is hot. It’s everything. “All I could ever think of was you. Shiloh, Shiloh, Shiloh. I could never get you out of my head. But that’s okay. I’m here to make sure you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

Her lips part to say something.

I’ll hear her out later.

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