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A scream pushes past my lips as my body shudders with my release.Fuck. Every single molecule is tingling in the best possible way. I pull out my vibrator and toss it on the bed beside me. I’ll deal with the clean-up later, right now, I want to bask in the high of this afterglow.
A giggle escapes my lips and I clamp a hand over my mouth. Oh my god, I’ve officially lost it. Not only have I had my stepbrother’s face between my legs—in thekitchenof all places—but now I’ve also had not one, but two, intense orgasms by my own hand just at the thought of him. Who the fuck am I?
It's like ever since he moved in, I’ve lost all sense. I mean, I’m glad it forced my hand to break up with Hunter, as that was a long time overdue, but I never should have let him touch me like he has done. Our parents are married. We’re going to be in each other’s lives for the foreseeable future. We never should have complicated our relationship by whatever it is we’ve been doing.
Tomorrow I’ll put an end to it.
I’ll be firm. He needs to stop whatever game he’s playing. I’m not here for his amusement. No more touching, no more sexual innuendos. From now on we are nothing more than stepsiblings.
Stepsiblings who have this crazy push and pull—this underlying current of power.
Fuck, no. I have to stop thinking about him. It doesn’t matter if we have a weird, insane connection that I’ve never felt with anyone else. Nothing more can happen between us, no matter how much my body lights up at his touch. No matter how good the orgasms are.
Oh, sweet magnolias.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
I try to push all thoughts of my sexy as sin stepbrother out of my mind, as I snuggle into my blankets and close my eyes.
Chapter 20
Elias
MY HEART SKIPS a beat as I bend down to pick up the black rose from the doorstep, careful not to prick myself on the thorns. It’s exactly like the ones I used to leave hidden for Jas to find, careful not to let Oli discover our secret. A dog barks in the distance and I straighten up, casting a quick glance around, but it’s too dark to see anything.
Sufficiently freaked out, I unlock the front door and let myself inside, making sure I lock it behind me. Taking the stairs two at a time, I’m breathing heavily by the time I make it to the third floor. The sound of a small whimper coming from Bea’s bedroom has me rushing down the hall and throwing open her door. The room is dark, but a cursory glance tells me there’s no one else in there with her.
I make my way over to her desk, and switch on her lamp. As I turn back to her bed, I pause as I take in the sight of her twisted up in the sheets. Bea’s full breasts are on display, but her eyes remain closed, her breathing even. She’s still asleep. Another melodic, yet desperate sound falls from those pouty lips, and my cock strains against my jeans, remembering how those lips were pressed against mine earlier.
I should leave.
Turn and walk out of her room, arsehole.
The black rose in my hand is not something I should ignore. And my growing obsession with my stepsister only puts her in danger.
I groan in frustration, as I rake my fingers through my hair. I’m not supposed to care. She’s not supposed to mean anything. Beatrice Kirkland represents everything I despise from my past wrapped into one pretty package. She was supposed to be my vengeance, but instead, she is my downfall.
Claiming her mouth tonight not only obliterated my plan of ruining her, it also created a desperate need inside me to have her. However, after the way she ran out on me is proof that I’m going to have to work to convince her what is between us is not wrong. I ache to be inside of her, to hear her scream my name as she clamps down on my cock.
With one last glance at her full, naked breasts, I force myself to turn and walk to the door.
“Elias …”
I freeze.
“Mm … Oh god, Elias.”
Leave.
Against my will, my feet carry me back to her bedside. She writhes in the sheets, twisting herself within them. I feel an intense need to look at her, so I tug them down, and my eyes widen when I spot the purple vibrator. It lies on the bed beside her, coated with her juices. But that’s not what holds my attention. My eyes are riveted on her long delicate fingers which are circling her clit, causing more illicit noises to fall from her lips.
My mouth waters as I recall how sweet she tasted on my tongue. I take a risk, and lean over her, running my finger gently through her slick folds. She shivers but doesn’t wake. I bring myfinger to my lips and groan softly again as her sweetness hits my tongue.
Another moan escapes her, followed by my name. The sound ricochets straight to my dick, and I watch as her thighs clamp together, seeking relief.
“Touch me,” she whimpers. “Please.”
My eyes dart to her face, confirming she’s still sleeping.
