Page 14 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
I chuckle darkly. "Good girl," I growl, kissing over her flat stomach and nipping at her hip. The move causes her to arch her back, bringing her hips off the bed.
Taking advantage of the movement, I bite the waistband of her skimpy sleep shorts and panties and drag them down her legs, using one hand to pull them over her feet and toss them unceremoniously to the floor.
Her thighs close instinctively, drawing up toward her chest, but as I settle at the end of the bed, I pry them apart and inhale the first unadulterated breath of her essence.
She's bare. I can feel the soft silky lips against my fingers as I run them gently from her entrance to her clit, not exploring, just letting her get used to my touch.
Her hips buck instinctively, seeking pressure, but I tighten my hold, keeping her still, forcing her to accept what touch I choose to give her.
After playing with her for several minutes, I can feel her pleasure starting to soak the sheets beneath her, and I know it's time for my first taste.
Shifting, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs, forcing her to keep them open. Her fragrant nectar fills my nose and sends me into a frenzy for her.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her open to me with both thumbs, and lean in to lick from her entrance to her clit with my flattened tongue.
Her moan is loud, guttural. It echoes around the room, driving my exploration of her perfect cunt.
Her fingers delve back into my hair, holding me against her. My tongue moves quickly, alternating between lapping at her entrance, flicking and circling her clit, and spearing her tight channel as deeply as possible.
When her hips begin to fight against my hold, I loosen my grip and let her buck against my face, seeking pressure where she needs it.
After only a few minutes, Sirena begins panting and moaning, bucking faster and harder, chasing her orgasm. "Mmm, Knox, yes. Right there! Fuckfuckfuck. Mmm, God, yes. Don't stop, I'm so close."
All shyness has disappeared from her at this point. I've never been submissive in the bedroom, but watching Sirena orchestrate her own orgasm fills me with as much pleasure as being the one to control it ever could.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, right… right… ooooh!" Her legs clamp around my head, holding me in the perfect position to drink down her release and clean her up.
Her pussy flutters around my tongue as she comes down from her high. She leans forward slightly, watching me lazily lick her. I can't help the grin plastered on my face, and I see a matching one on her lips.
"That was…"
"Fucking perfect," I finish, unable to muster much more than that.
I crawl up the bed, pulling her back into my front and holding her tight. "You know you just sealed your fate, right?" She just hmms, noncommittally. "I mean it, Sirena. You're mine, now."
She glances over her shoulder at me, pinning me with a glare. "You don’t own me, Knox Valenti. I'm still an independent woman, and I will come and go as I please."
I only answer with a grin, challenging her with a raised brow.We’ll see about that.I'll be damned if my woman is going to wander the streets of Vegas without me knowing where she is at all times.
Despite getting only a few hours of sleep, I wake up feeling refreshed. I'm determined to make Sirena happy here.
I’m in too deep to lose her now. From the moment I saw Sirena, she had my heart. And in my world, love isn’t something you walk away from. She’s everything—la mia canzone del cuore. My heart song.
She comes slinking into the kitchen, her face hidden behind a curtain of her wavy hair. "I have a question, and I need you to give me an honest answer." Her statement has me immediately on alert.
"You—your family. You're… mobsters."
I wait for her to ask a question, but she just watches me. I nod. "Yes, we—my Uncle Arman—is, for all intents and purposes, the Vegas branch of the Cosa Nostra."
Her eyes widen in horror. "Youkillpeople?" It's a shrill whisper, and I don't like the look she's giving me.
I’ve got to figure out a way to show her that she is safe with me, so I can put her mind at ease. “Technically. We like to consider ourselves waste management,” I explain with a hoarse chuckle.
“How can you joke about this? You kill people.”
“I eradicate mass murderers, sex traffickers, and drug dealers. Murder isn’t always a crime. Okay, it is, technically, but it’s more like I’m carrying out the death sentence because the government doesn’t have the balls—or evidence—to do it themselves.”
“I need to get my mom out of here. She can't ever know about this, Knox. You’re—your family is—endangering our lives.”
