Page 90 of Tainted Love
“I missed you so much,” she sobs as her tears dampen my shirt.
“Don’t disappear on us again, you hear? Especially not me.” Clinging to my twin sister as if she’ll slip through my fingers, I lower my voice so only she can hear me, and murmur, “And I will kill that fucker for chasing you away. I don’t care if he is Asher’s brother.”
Her body goes rigid, and she untangles herself from me, her eyes lifeless when she pulls away. She wipes at her face and forces a smile in Bea’s direction. “You must be Bea. Thanks for keeping this moody arsehole alive.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Bea grins as she comes to my side, and I pull her against my body, pressing my lips to her temple.
Oli ruffles Attie’s hair, winking at me. “Come on, squirt. You can help me unpack.”
“Did you bring me a present?” Our little sister bounces up and down excitedly.
“Maybe. You’ll have to come help me and find out.”
The moment the door closes behind them, I tilt Bea’s chin up. “Where were we?” I capture her mouth in a kiss that leaves the both of us panting and breathless, walking her backward until her legs hit the bed and she falls backwards with a squeal.
“Your sisters—” she gasps.
“Don’t give a fuck what we’re doing,” I tell her, nuzzling the crook of her neck and nibbling on the soft skin. Music comes from the direction of Oli’s room, and I grin. “Do you think you can keep quiet, Duchess?” I ask, pulling away only long enough to unzip my pants and push them down my legs.
“Mmm …” Bea hums, her eyes fill with unbridled lust as she grips my rock-hard cock. She strokes me from base to tip, running her thumb over my slit, which is already oozing pre-cum.
I lean down and kiss her again as she continues herministrations. My hands roam up her thighs and under her skirt, finding her slick and ready for me. I slide down her underwear before pushing two fingers inside her wet heat, causing both of us to groan.
“My tight fucking girl,” I murmur against her mouth, and her walls clench around my fingers as they pump in and out.
“Fuck, yes, Eli …” she mewls as her delicate hand squeezes my cock.
Her mouth drops into a silent “O” as she shakes underneath me and I lick into her mouth, revelling in her taste. I crook my fingers and find the spot that sends her crashing over the edge, catching her sinful sounds with my lips.
With a growl, I remove my fingers and ignore her whimpers as I suck every last drop of her release from my skin. I cup her jaw before I slide my hand down to her throat, feeling her pulse race under my touch. At first, this was a way of reassuring myself she was real and alive. Now, my possessive grip reminds me how responsive she is to the way I own her body.
I line myself up with her entrance. “You drive me fucking mad,” I tell her. She rolls her hips like the temptress she is, but I grip her tight with my other hand, not letting her take control. “You’re mine, Duchess. There’s never going to be anyone else for me. You were made for me. You’ve stolen my heart and soul.” A tear runs down the corner of her eye and I lick it up. “Your tears are mine. Your smiles are mine. Your life is mine.”
We both groan as I push inside her, not stopping until I bottom out. I give her a moment to adjust, but when she squirms, I pull out and slam back into her. I take her the way we both love—hard and fast—full of passion and lust until we’re both riding our own highs.
Just before she completely shatters underneath me, I stare into her amber eyes and tell her, “I love you Beatrice Elizabeth Kirkland.”
Epilogue
BEA
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Break a leg, Rockstar.” I cup Elias’s face and pull him in for a long, lingering kiss. Everything fades into the background the longer his lips are on mine—the crowd chanting the band’s name, the roadies bustling around backstage, everything. It’s just me and him. Right here, right now.
“Get a room,” Oli jokes, bumping me with her shoulder, and pulling us from our little bubble.
I pull away from her twin and poke my tongue out at her while he flips her off.
She flips him off in return, before nodding to where Killian, Wyatt, and Asher wait for him at the edge of the stage. The lights are about to go down on their third sold out show in Sydney as the support act for the Romping Rhinos. Elias blows me a kiss and I grin, while Oli mimes sticking her fingers down her throat as she gags next to me.
“You two are sickening,” she complains in my ear as the crowd’s scream reaches new heights.
“You chose to come along on tour with us.” I reply with a smirk. “You could have stayed home.”
“And missed out on this?” she shouts over the opening bars of ‘Check, mate’.
We laugh as we dance around to the songs, but it doesn’t escape my attention how many times I catch Asher watching my stepsister as she lets her hair down for the first time since she came home six months ago.
