Page 83 of Crave
The rough rub of his jeans pressed against my thigh and the warmth of his strong chest followed.
“I…love you.” He murmured. His big fingers stroked my hair. “Christ, I love you.”
My nipples puckered and that heady bloom of desire followed. This was wrong. I knew this was wrong…and still some sick part of me wanted it.
That’s it, Angelica.That hollow voice of the monster in my head echoed.This is exactly what you were made for…for them…and me.
Gabe’s fingers drifted lower, brushing my cheek until they disappeared and danced along the side of my breast. It was so sweet, so…careful. I squeezed my eyes tighter. The touch was completely opposite to Silas’.
My body came alive, flooding between my thighs with mindless warmth.
I turned my head, finding my younger brother in the dark. Still, he never stopped, brushing slow circles around my nipples.
“Will you do that? Will you let me take care of you?” He whispered.
I was helpless to do anything else but nod. “Yes.” My words were raw and husky.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me hard against his body. “Thank you.” He breathed into my hair. The desperate sound of his sincerity sent a pang across my chest.
The acid tang of guilt followed as Silas filled my head. His cruel hands. His vindictive glare. If I wanted the softness and kindness, then why was Silas in my head…and with him our hateful brother, Theo.
Warmth of Gabe’s breath blew against my neck as the image of Theo was resurrected above me. Fucking liar. Theo’s grunt only ignited that heat between my legs. I knew I was wet. I knew I was desperate. Need to be used, isn’t that it, sister? That’s what you want, right? To be owned. To be used. I swallowed hard as that ache in my pussy grew bolder. Just a cunt to be used.
The bed shifted against me, rocking…shifting. A hardness pressed against my thigh.
“I’m not like my brother’s.” Gabe grunted as he thrust against the side of my thigh, still fully clothed. “But I can’t help myself.”
I stared at the ceiling with the feel of Gabe humping against me and his brothers in my head, knowing no matter what they did to me was nothing compared to the things I’d done to them.
ANGEL…
ANGEL, PLEASE!
NOOO!
Those screams haunted me until I willed myself to the darkness of my mind and with it, sleep.
Sunlight woke me.Soft and filtered, leaving me to tilt my face to the warmth. It took me a second to realize I wasn’t in my own bed. Then whose bed was it? I shoved upwards and looked around to see Gabe’s things everywhere. In a rush last night came flooding back. Silas, Theo…and Gabe. Only everything else was a blur.
I stilled, my heart pounding as I remembered how angry Gabe was and then the events in this bed. I touched my cheek. He touched me, brushing my hair. The grunts of his desire rushed back to me.
But there was something else.
Something that hovered at the edges of my memory.
The door suddenly opened. Gabe walked in scowling. The moment he saw me sitting up in his bed, he stopped and the crease lines between his eyes eased.
“You’re awake.” There was an edge of nervousness in his tone.
“I am.”
He shifted from one foot to the other. “Are you hungry?”
I wasn’t, still I nodded. “I could eat.”
“Good.”
The empty hallway behind him called my attention. “The others?”
