Page 35 of Tainted Love
Don’t do it. She has no idea what she’s saying.
But I don’t need to do anything. Bea’s hand moves between her legs as they part, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy as she pushes one finger inside herself.
Fuck.
The danger of the stalker is long forgotten.
I place the black rose on her bedside table before pulling her desk chair over beside her bed. I pull my T-shirt off and toss it on the chair. Then I unbutton my jeans, quietly pushing them down to my knees, along with my underwear. My cock slaps stiff against my stomach, pre-cum already beading on the swollen tip.
After I take a seat, I grip the base and squeeze until it’s verging on pain, never taking my eyes off Bea as her fingers pump in and out of her cunt, bringing her body to orgasm. Her brows furrow, and she bites down on her bottom lip. Back arching while her free hand grips at the sheets, she looks so fucking beautiful. I lose all of my control as I thrust into my fist erratically. My cock swells, balls drawing up, and my abs spasm with the force of my release. Warm ropes of cum shoot onto my stomach, and I groan quietly through the ecstasy, not wanting to wake her up.
Christ. What the fuck am I doing?
Did I seriously just jack off to my stepsister fingering herself while dreaming about me? That’s a new low, even for me. I may have some questionable sexual appetites, but the women I have been with have always been conscious.
I stand up and grab my T-shirt, swiping it angrily over my body. The things this girl is doing to me. She’s driving me crazy, and I know I shouldn’t be losing control like this.
My eyes drift over to Bea’s desk, where the black rose lies. The messages tonight only prove something fucked up is going on, and I’m going to find out what. No one gets to mess with Jas’s memory.
No one.
And they don’t get to threaten Bea, either. She’s mine, and they will not take her away from me.
Chapter 21
Bea
I WAKE PANTING for breath, my body tingling all over. My mouth is dry, and I try to swallow as I pull my slick fingers from between my legs. What the fuck? Now I’m masturbating to dreams of my stepbrother. I can’t help my groan. I’m officially losing my mind.
As I go to climb out of bed to clean up in the bathroom, I realise my lamp is on and my desk chair is now placed next to my bed. The shower is also already running in the bathroom.
My pulse races as it occurs to me—I wasn’t alone in my bedroom. That’s when I spot the black rose on my bedside table. I should be terrified, or at the very least, a little disturbed. Instead, the thought of Elias watching me as I slept has my body buzzing even more. What is he doing to me? He has me craving things I know I shouldn’t.
The door to the bathroom isn’t fully closed. I take a deep breath as I try to centre myself. After our intense kiss at the Forum tonight, I know I need to stay away. I shouldn’t be climbing out of my bed and crossing the room. I shouldn’t be peeking through the gap in the door. Nor should I be sliding the door open and stepping into the steam filled room.
Elias lifts his head, and the heat in his steely gaze takes my breath away. The water sluices down his sculpted body. My eyes trail down his chest until they land on his large cock which is growing harder and longer the more I stare. I clench my thighs at the site of its thick girth. Holy shit, how is that supposed to fit inside anyone?
Without looking away from me, he reaches down and runs his hand from the base to the tip, rubbing his thumb over the pre-cum leaking out. My tongue swipes along my bottom lip as I imagine his taste.
I don’t stop to think. My feet carry me forward until I’m standing in front of the glass door.
Elias pushes his wet curls back off his face, and for a long moment, we just stand there locked in each other’s heated gaze, before he pushes open the door so there is no longer a barrier between us.
“You were watching me sleep.” It’s a statement not a question.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows before nodding. There’s a haunting look in his heavy gaze, but there’s also something else, something that makes me want to free fall into sin.
“What are you doing to me?” I murmur.
“Nothing you don’t want, Duchess.” His voice is thick with desire, and my nipples pebble at the low timbre.
“We shouldn’t?—”
My protest is cut off with a small squeak as he reaches out and pulls me into the shower. A shiver wracks my body, despite the hot water cascading over us. His mouth finds mine in a desperate kiss, his tongue pushes past my lips, and the warmth of arousal percolates deep inside me. My hands rest against his chest, and his impressive length juts against my stomach. I moan into his mouth, loving the way he swallows the sounds.
Elias reaches down between us, his rough fingers rubbing delicious circles over my throbbing clit. I close my eyes with a low moan and lean my head back against the tiles. He kisses a path down my jaw until he latches onto my right breast. His teeth graze my nipple, and the pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out, my fingers trailing up to tangle in his wet hair.
