Page 99 of Crave
“Do you feel that?” I demanded, forcing her to move against me. Her thighs clenched, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. “That’s what happens when you disobey me. You lose control. Then, your body betrays you.”
Her cheeks flushed with the words, her head shaking as she tried to fight me, but her hips moved despite herself. I saw her resistance crumbling, more than that I felt it, that line between defiance and surrender blurring with every slow thrust of her pussy against my thigh.
“You hate this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice rough. “Hate that you can’t stop yourself.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. That fire in her—it wasn’t extinguished yet. Part of me wanted to hold onto that, to fan those dying flames of desperation. I moved my ass, driving my thigh against her and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. Looking at her.
Really looking at her.
At the small, pathetic girl who slipped into our lives like a ghost, then haunted my goddamn world. The one I shouldn’t be doing this with, and yet as I looked down, finding the sweet swell of her fucking pussy grinding against my leg I knew I didn’t want to be with anyone else.
I reached up, placing my hands around her waist. “That’s it, Angel,” my voice deep and desperate. “Ride me.”
She dropped her head forward, giving into the torment in her mind.
I knew she wanted to obey me.
To give in to that programming of that place.
To be used and hungered…and dangerous to us.
Because she was dangerous.
So fucking dangerous.
Like a viper, designed to draw you in right before it struck.
I was ready to be stuck by her.
“Fuckthat’s it.”
She thrust and thrust, grinding her body on mine.
I tugged the cup of her bra, then dragged the strap down, leaving her breast to fall free. My hands were around her in an instant, sliding along her back to hold her against my chest. “Take what you need.”
A low moan ripped from her.
Then another, only this time it was deep and husky…and male.
“What the fuck are you doing with him?”
I jerked my head upwards, finding my brother, Gabe standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on our sister riding my knee.
But she couldn’t stop. Oblivious to our little brother in the room she clung to me, climbing that wave of ecstasy.
Gabe strode forward, leaving the open door of the den behind and grabbed her arm, shaking her roughly.“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?”
Angelica froze, her body going rigid as the realisation dawned.
“No.” I growled, stopping him cold.
He jerked those rage-filled eyes to mine. Those eyes that saw it all. All the sick, need inside us. The same need I saw in him.
“She needs to learn,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion.
There was a scowl, then a tiny shake of his head as he understood.
“Learn?”Gabe looked sickened as he lifted a shaking finger at her. “Youthinkthis is teaching her anything? You’re not teaching her anything other than the fact you’re a cruel sadistic bastard who will doanythingto get whathewants!”
