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Quickly, he adds a second finger and then a third, and searches out the spot that makes my entire body seize in unrealpleasure. Again and again, he targets my prostate until my legs are shaking, and he shifts his body to support my weight.

Then he pulls out his fingers and immediately thrusts inside of me. My body spasms at his possession. Pleasure. Pain. They tangle and become indiscernible as my body is drenched in overwhelming sensation as he begins thrusting in and out of me, demanding my body’s wild response.

It's raw and its beautiful as his body uses and worships me with each brutal thrust. I begin screaming into his hand, no longer able to care about anything other than the here and now of his body plundering mine.

He moves his mouth to run kisses along my neck, his hot breath on my overheated skin, one more sweet sensation that, small as it is, sends me careening over the edge. I come endlessly as he continues to piston into me, his movements drawing out my bliss until I’m sobbing into his hand, not sure my body can withstand being wracked with another wave of pleasure.

“I like filling you up with my come,” he says against my neck, breaking his self-imposed silence. He hadn’t needed any words, his body speaking to mine with every touch. “I like knowing I’ve claimed you,” he nips at my neck, “from the inside out.”

I revel in his possessiveness. I know in a moment I’ll have to free myself from his hold and reclaim myself, but for just a few more minutes I’m going to glory in his temporarily-granted domination.

Suddenly, footsteps sound on the stairwell, and when they continue down the hall, I panic. Here I am, my pants around my ankles, and Sin’s come dripping from me. Sin is mostly put together, but the picture we make together is obvious. If we’rediscovered, there is no way to spin this as anything else but what it is—two stepbrothers who just had sex together.

Sin moves into action. He releases me and shoves me into his closet and shuts the door.

I hear rustling and then the sound of bed springs, which I assume is Sin putting himself in order and then making a dash for his bed.

The door opens, and Gideon’s voice booms into the room. “You didn’t meet with the PR firm today to schedule the media interviews.”

“I told you I’d help you and I will, but I’m not being told by the stodgy, out-of-touch PR firm you hired how to navigate social media. I already posted today, and for now, that’s enough. Believe me, in something like this, less is more.”

“Let me see it,” Gideon orders.

There’s a pause, and then Gideon speaks again. “Your post is one sentence.”

I’d seen Sin’s post. It simply read:Want to know the whole story?Then lists a date in May, two months from now. The response was huge, and speculation has been rampant. Almost immediately, several online articles have sprung up analyzing what Sin is going to reveal.

“That’s all it needs to be,” Sin says.

“You didn’t issue any support or deny the claims against me.” I can hear the fury building up in Gideon’s voice, and though I know I can’t do it, my natural reaction is to go out there and protect Sin from his father.

“Relax, old man.” Sin dismisses his anger. “If I did any of that, the only reaction there would be from my millions of followers, and the media in general is one big collective yawn.” I hear him typing on his phone. “See the media response? They’re starving for more. By the time I give that interview in two months, all of social media and every media outlet will listento what I have to say. Me defending you, especially with our infamously strained relationship, will be a PR pot of gold.”

Of course, Sin has no plan to build up a media frenzy to defend his father. In that interview, he plans to reveal that his father killed his mother.

Gideon argues with Sin for what seems to be forever, and finally, after calling Sin a list of terrible names, Gideon leaves. I wait in silence, not trusting it’s safe to come out.

Finally, the door opens up, and Sin stands there, a look of frustration on his face. He doesn’t have to say it. We’d been careless. We’d let our desire override our good sense. There’s no way we can take the chance again that we did tonight. We are going to have to stay away from each other. It’s the only way.

He opens up his arms to me, and I go into them, knowing it will be a while before I can be there again. His arms wrap around me tightly. “Two months,” he whispers in my ear. “Two more months, and nothing will keep us apart.”

Chapter 36

Cassidy

Five Weeks Later

When I pull up to the security gate, the guard tells me that Gideon and my mother have left for the day, and they gave the staff the evening off. I’m relieved. I’ve been avoiding interactions with them as much as possible. It seems hypocritical to engage in social niceties when I despise Gideon and I’m actively plotting against him.

Three weeks until the interview, and Gideon will finally receive the punishment he’s deserved for fifteen years. Three weeks and I’ll be able to be with Sin.

Objectively, I know two months is not a very long time, but it seems like forever. While we wait for the interview and hope Oliver and Detective Hirsh can ferret out more damning information that can be used against Sin’s father, we are living our lives in limbo.

After almost being caught by Gideon, Sin and I have kept away from each other at the house. That means a lot of truck sex in Betty Jo and cutting classes to spend our afternoons in posh hotels that Sin books for us. With a heavy load of classes and my tutoring, though, we’ve recently had trouble finding the opportunities to be together.

Last week, Sin hustled me into an unlocked supply room at Thurston and told me it was time for me to have my first experience fucking in public, and then took me up against the door.

It was hot and thrilling, but I need more. I crave being able to spend the night in Sin’s arms and to go out together in public and hold his hand. Most importantly, I want Sin to experience life without the oppressive burden of Gideon Brandt in his life.

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