Page 8 of Tainted Love
Chapter 4
Elias
I TOSS AND turn for what feels like hours, unable to escape the images of my stepsister staring into my eyes as her boyfriend fucked her. In frustration, I fling my covers back and climb out of bed. The house is quiet as I make my way downstairs and try to find my way through this fucking maze. After two wrong turns, I step into a massive kitchen which our entire apartment would’ve fit inside. I freeze in the doorway, as my eyes fall to the tight, round arse of the bane of my fucking existence.
Bea’s figure is lit by the open fridge door, and she wears nothing more than a white T-shirt and a matching pair of cotton boy shorts. My cock immediately hardens, and I clench my fists. Her back is to me and her perfect little arse sways slightly as she hums a song. One ofmyfucking songs.
I move quietly under the cloak of darkness until I’m directly behind her. She stiffens, sensing my presence a second before I cover her mouth with my hand—we can’t have her screams alerting stepdaddy dearest or her cocky boyfriend. As I pull her body flush to mine, I allow her to feel what she’s doing to me. I grind my erection against thatpert little arse and it elicits a soft moan from her pouty fucking lips.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to twist my hands through her long, dark hair and force her to her knees. I’d feed my rock-hard dick into her pretty mouth until she’s choking on it.
Instead, I lean forward and run my nose over her jaw, breathing in her tantalising scent.
“Did you wear that down here just for me, Duchess?” I growl directly into her ear, loving the shiver which runs down her spine at my words. “Such a fucking tease, aren’t you?”
She whimpers softly as she squirms against my hold, but all it achieves is to push her arse more firmly against my erection. I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose, as I try to hold on to the last threads of my composure.
It’s been six years since I’ve sunk my cock inside a woman’s cunt. The first time I fuck someone will not be where anyone could walk in and see me claiming this girl as my own.
No. If I’m going to take her and attempt to erase the demons from my past, then I’m going to take my time. I will choke her with my cock before I ruin her for any other man.
Sex will be my weapon, and I will blow up Beatrice’s privileged life as justice for Jas. Her resemblance to a ghost of my past is a twisted insult. I’m going to play with my stepsister, bide my time until she is begging for it, and then I’ll destroy her. Just like the spoiled little rich girl who destroyed Jas.
But it doesn’t mean that I won’t take this opportunity to have a little fun with Bea first.
“Can you stay quiet?” I murmur in her ear, smirking when she nods. Before I remove my hand from her mouth, I take a step backward—pulling her with me—and causing the refrigerator door to close and throw us into semi darkness. It’s a full moon tonight, encouraging the crazies to come out to play. It gives me enough light to see the way her nipples havehardened under her white top when I spin her around to face the man of her nightmares—me. I back her up against the cool stainless steel of the fridge.
My fingers slide down over her lips and under her jaw, where I tighten them around her delicate throat.
Her amber eyes widen, but true to her word she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t even make a sound. Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip and my eyes track the movement. A sadistic grin tugs at my own as I imagine exactly how sweet my little duchess is going to taste when I finally claim her.
“You like that, Duchess?” I whisper, leaning in until our breath mingles. Her pulse spikes and her chest heaves. My spare hand comes up to cup her heat and I swallow a groan at the wetness I find there. The cotton is completely soaked. “You like the way I make you feel?”
She swallows, and her throat bobs against my tight hold.
“I bet Henry doesn’t even know what to do with his little pin dick, does he? Does he know how to satisfy my dirty girl?”
“It’s Hunter,” she murmurs.
I run my fingers over her soaked, cotton-covered cunt and her eyes roll to the back of her head. “I don’t care. You know why?”
“Mmm …?” she replies, breathless.
“Because he will never touch you again. Will he, duchess?” Her heated gaze locks on mine and narrows slightly at my chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re my new plaything, and I don’t like to share. Say goodbye tonight, because if he so much as looks at what’s mine … well, I don’t think you want to find out how far I’ll go, do you?”
“I’m not your plaything,” she rasps.
I tighten my grip on her throat while my fingers breach her underwear and slip inside her wet heat. She lets out a tiny whimper, and the sound causes my cock to twitch against her stomach. I bring my glistening finger up to her lips and smear themwith her juices. “That’s where you’re wrong, Duchess. Your body tells me exactly how much you want to be my dirty girl. I can’t wait to have you on your knees begging for me to fill all your holes.”
She tries to bring her hands between us to shove me away, but I don’t budge.My lips tug up into a smirk.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Elias,” she hisses when she finally gives up on trying to move me. “I don’t beg.”
“You sure about that?” I ask as I dip my fingers inside her again. Satisfaction washes over me as she moans.
Her hips roll slightly before she catches herself and glares at me. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
I lean forward and press my lips to her ear. “I’m your dirtiest dreams and nightmares all wrapped into one,” I murmur before releasing her and stepping back.
