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“Wrong again.” My free hand tangles in her hair and I drag her head back, back, back until she’s arched off me. I glide my tongue from her throat to her collarbone to the tip of one pouting breast.
I suckle her for a minute, then I bite down as I press my finger into her rear entrance. She bites back a shriek, twists and bites down hard on my arm.
I groan, already proud I get to wear her mark tomorrow. But when her pussy begins to flutter madly, I stop thrusting.
“No! Asher, please!” Her eyes are frantic, desperate.
I meet them in the dark, slowly rolling my tongue over her nipple while I fuck her ass with my finger. She knows that’s all she’s getting until she gives me what I want.
Her face contorts as my fingers tighten in her hair. “Say it,” I growl.
“I…belong to my b-b-big brother.”
My dick surges and pulses, straining in her pussy, desperate to blow. “Hmm, good girl. More,” I order, encouraging her with another slow thrust.
Her eyes roll and her mouth hangs open. “I’m my big b-brother’s fuck toy. His to f-fuck whenever he wants.”
“And? Do you love that?” I push, driven wild with the need to know I’m not in this madness alone.
“Hmmhmm. I love it when my brother stuffs his fat c-cock in my tiny pussy. And fucks me till I come s-so h-hard for him.”
Jesus. “What a good girl you are, princess.” I resume thrusting fast, faster. “Now one last time. Beg me to let you come.”
“Let me come!. Please…make me come.”
The second the word leaves her mouth, I flip her to her back, driving into her hard enough to rattle the bedframe.
Her nails claw at my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.
I have the wherewithal to snatch up her panties and stuff them into her mouth just before her pussy clamps down on me and I lose my mind as she lets out the long shriek that starts her detonation.
Her body milks me, tight and perfect, and I can’t hold it back. “Christ, Scarlett—” I slam into her once more and spill inside her, deep, every muscle locked as I empty everything I’ve been holding back.
For long seconds, I just stay there, buried in her, breathing her in. My heart’s pounding like I’ve run a marathon, but I can’t let her go.
I pull back just far enough to see her face.
She’s flushed, hair wild, lips swollen from my kisses, and looking at me like she knows this changes everything.
Neither of us says it out loud, but we both feel it.
There’s no going back now.
CHAPTER 14
YESTERDAY. TODAY. FOREVER
Scarlett
Breakfast is a firing squad disguised as a family meal.
The dining room is drenched in Montauk sunshine, the ocean stretching beyond the windows like a sparkling jewel, but the air at the table is heavy. The smell of coffee and toast does nothing for my stomach.
Tension emanates from my stepdad and Asher, a silent current crackling across the table, and I die inside wondering if they heard us last night.
If my mother suspects.
She’s back to her chirpy self, spreading jam on croissants and asking about Manhattan as if last night’s nerves never happened. I answer her, keeping my voice light, clinging to her small talk like a lifeline.
