Page 69 of Lust
Tristan allowed me the small reprieve and let his hand fall away from my mouth. “Angel—”
“Even after everything you did, I wanted to believe you wouldn’t do this without my say,” I whimpered. His hardening cock brushed against my sex. The liquid dragging over my bare skin was indicative of what he had done. “You promised not to force yourself on me. That’s all I had asked—”
“I didn’t go inside you,” he said it like it was the epitome of chivalry. “I touched you because after what happened today… I can’t stay away from you anymore.”
“Get off me!” I screamed.
I struggled against him as he parted my legs with force. And although my mind had alerted me of danger, my body hadn’t quite caught up. I was swimming at the edge of what he had started earlier and couldn’t turn it off.
I was too far gone to put up a more vigorous fight and had only had one weak protest left to voice. “This is all so sick. You’re mybrother.”
“It turns out that you like fucking your brother,” he retorted. “Even in your sleep, your body responded to me. You’re soaked, Sara.”
“I hate you,” I spat in response.
“Then take your revenge by giving yourself to me. You’re the one plotting my demise because you think letting me have you will hurt me. You can’t rest until exacting justice, and I can’t go another night without you. So, do it. Get your revenge and put us both out of this misery.”
The sting of betrayal gave root to the ugly suggestion. I had spent my life wanting to experience sex, and it was finally in my reach along with my justice. I had concluded that the only ill-wish I could bestow upon Tristan was giving myself to him. Now that he had hurt an innocent man, I could do this with him every day without feeling an ounce of remorse until every one of my salacious desires had been fulfilled.
The last of my guilt vanished when his hard shaft thickened against my sex. Languid kisses and licks caressed my neck at a mercilessly slow pace. The small touches had my pussy spasming, high from the fire he had ignited.
He had raped me, hurt Tobias, touched me while I was unconscious, broken my heart, and yet I got off on him. Nothing made sense except that I was all fucked in the head and deplorable… and wholly consumed by him.
“You feel it, too. So good, you’re being so good, Angel,” he praised.
I let him have me, eyes fluttering when his fingers slipped between us and moved against my swollen clit. He sucked on my stiff nipples until the conflicts in my mind waned altogether.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in awe. “Let me in.”
“God.” A low moan ripped out of my throat, surprising us both.
Victory danced in his eyes. “You want this, don’t you, Sara? You want me to shove this cock inside you while my fingers play with your little pussy.”
I could only focus on the heat bubbling inside my veins and the sweat prickling my temple. “Yes.”
No sooner had I said it than Tristan slammed his cock inside me. Unlike last time, the dripping wetness between my thighs eased the entry, but he was still too big and stretched me until I couldn’t breathe.
He remained still, stroking my hair tenderly. And when I moaned again, he whispered, “This is how it should have been during our first time.”
My eyes opened wide, unsure how to feel about his confession. Luckily, it didn’t matter as he started running his hands over my body, instilling some unknown entity with his touch.
I had overheard women boasting of their conquests with Tristan, but they forgot to mention the intoxication he churned. The mouth on my nipples, the fingers swiping over my clit, the cock pushing me into a shuddering orgasm, I could escape none of those things. And I would certainly never escape Tristan. The rivalry between us had turned into something sick and unhealthy, reminding me of the words we had exchanged.
Go to Hell, Tristan.
Only if I can take you with me.
At this moment, I ascertained that Tristan would take me to Hell with him rather than go down alone. Lives would be ruined if we were found out, but we were now in this together because as his cock repeatedly plunged into me until I saw stars, I could no longer deny the truth in his proclamation.
I liked fucking my brother.
My breathing labored at the dirty thought, and my clit throbbed with the next graze of his fingers, and I exploded. Tristan drove into me over and over while I lost myself to an entirely parallel universe. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me so hard that my body wouldn’t stop trembling long after he shoved his come deep inside me.
My heart thundered from the depleted orgasm, but the sensation was trumped by Tris’ subsequent confession.
“I love you, Angel.”
I winced as he pulled out his thick length. For minutes, I couldn’t form a word, absolutely stunned. Meanwhile, Tristan kept stroking my cheek as if he had informed me of his dinner selection for the night.
