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He rolls his tongue over my clit, pulls back, blows lightly on it. Then Asher sucks it into his mouth, flicking his tongue-tip over my swollen hood with relentless strokes until?—
I explode with a shrill scream. I come so hard, trembling against the wall, his mouth swallowing every broken moan.
He doesn’t stop sucking and licking until I’m whimpering, pushing him away, jagged incoherent words dropping from my lips as I sag against the wall.
Spent.
Overcome.
Desperately trying to avoid thinking about what I’ve just done with my stepbrother.
Again.
CHAPTER 7
THIS DERANGED JEALOUSY THING
Asher
Idon’t stop until I’ve licked every drop of her pleasure from her pussy. I wasn’t exaggerating just now.
One hit of cream from my stepsister’s pussy is better than ten lines of coke combined with three pumps of morphine.
Despite my head swimming and my cock harder than tungsten, I stay there between her legs a second longer, breathing her in, memorizing the heat and taste and scent of her while her body still quivers.
She thinks she can fight me. Pretend this isn’t what she wants. But I’ve just proven the truth. She’s mine when she’s like this. Mine when she fights. Mine when she’s awake or asleep.
The deranged jealousy thing? Yeah, it’s driving me even more insane than I imagined it would. But I’m beginning to accept it as par for the course of this thing between us.
And as long as I get this—her, falling apart in my arms, her beautiful lips parted with that g-out look on her face?
I’ll learn to live with the green-eyed monster intent on inviting himself to my psyche more than I’d like.
Her thighs still tremble when I stand, caging her in with my body. She’s flushed and wrecked, skirt bunched around her waist, eyes still shut.
I cup her jaw. “Look at me, baby.”
She opens her beautifully glazed eyes, which attempt to evade mine a second later.
“You get it now, Scarlett? You think I’m letting you go after this?”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out.
“Another thing. Next time we do this, you keep these beautiful eyes open, you hear me? No hiding what you’re feeling, now or ever, hmm?”
She swallows but says nothing.
“Good,” I murmur. “Because I’ve waited four years to get you under my roof, under my rules… and under me. And now that you’re here—” I brush my mouth over hers, a filthy, claiming kiss that still tastes like her— “you don’t leave. Not ever.”
I step back and swing her into my arms, traveling through the penthouse while kissing my sister.
She’s moaning by the time I step inside her room.
Is shaking by the time I set her on her feet and step back. “Goodnight, sis.”
And yes, I grin at her bewildered expression. Then grimace at myself for the pure torture I’m putting myself through.
But more than wanting to fuck Scarlett until neither of us could talk or think, I want her completely under my mercy.
