Page 18 of Dagger's Property
Not that I’m trying to jump back into Milton’s bed anytime soon, but Vale can’t tell me he didn’t fuck around with girls when he was my age. He was quite the player when he was in high school.
“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t have sex when you were my age? Because I seem to recall a lot of nights when you’d skip family dinner to go out with some girl.” He even bailed on us for Christmas a couple years ago because he was taking some girl out.
Geez. If he’s not careful, he’s going to give himself TMJ.
“That’s different. You’re… You’re…”
“I’m what?”
I’d love to know why the same rules don’t apply. And he better not use the excuse that I’m a girl.
“You’re my sister.”
Stepsister, though the way he’s been acting lately you’d think we were raised together. I think he’s taking the overprotective brother role a little too seriously.
“So? I’m still a woman, Vale. I still have needs.” Needs that were raging fiercely when I saw him in the shower earlier. Maybe I should give Milton a call to work this problem out of my system. “And before you give me a lecture about being safe and not getting pregnant and all that stuff, I always make them wear a condom and I’m on the shot, so I’m double protected.”
“Shit, Wyn. I don’t need to hear that stuff.”
“Why?” I sit up, getting into his space. “You can’t handle the fact that I’m not a little kid anymore? Does it gross you out knowing that your little sister likes to have sex? I like it rough too. Bet you didn’t expect that.” Or maybe he did. “I like to be pinned down and fucked hard. And sometimes, I even like it when my airway is restricted.”
“Fuck. You gotta stop saying shit like that.” He grips my arms, looking absolutely disturbed by my confession. It’s kind of fun seeing him so agitated. Nothing ever ruffles his feathers.
“What? You can’t handle hearing how I get so wet when I’m being choked by a big dick? Or how I love to be forced onto my knees and…”
“Goddammit, Wyn.” I’m suddenly pushed onto my back, pinned beneath his weight. He looks like a madman hovering above. “You. Need. To. Fucking. Stop.”
Each word barely makes it past his teeth. He’s breathing so hard, it looks like his lungs are in overdrive. And his grip on my wrists is getting tighter. It’s making my blood heat. My nerves are uncomfortable from the flutters that are starting to buzz in my stomach. I shift to quiet the inappropriate thoughts, and that’s when I feel it. His hard shaft pressed into my hip. He’s completely aroused.
I shift again, and this time, it presses between my legs. I’m not imagining it. He’s in distress. And soon, he’s going to feel that he’s not the only one. If he moves a little lower, he’ll feel how soaked my panties are.
“What’s wrong, Vale?” I shift my hips, rubbing up against him. I fight the moan as I slide against his long, hard ridge. “Why is it sohardto hear that I like to be forced into submission?”
A snarling rumble roars from his chest before his head suddenly snaps forward. Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue prying through my shocked yelp and demanding entrance. I’m hit by the onslaught of his intensity. His kiss is all-consuming, dousing me in flames. My entire body is now on high alert, wanting more. The tingles are prickling over me.
I struggle against his hold, wanting to free my hands so I can touch him, but he pins me down harder. Squeezing tighter around my wrists. Making me wetter.
“You never listen,” he seethes between my lips. His tongue lashes out against mine in punishment, but it only drenches me with need. It’s like he’s angry at me for making him succumb to the temptation. “Always so fucking obstinate. And now look what you’ve made me do.” His teeth tug at my lower lip, opening me further for his attack. His tongue is like the ultimate weapon, striking down my defenses with every lick, making me want to surrender to whatever torture he has in store for me. “You’re making me break the rules, sis. You’re making me crave things I’m not supposed to have.”
I want those things too. I want him to rip my panties off and fuck me with that big dick.
“Sometimes, it’s fun to break the rules, Vale.” I raise my hips, slowly rubbing against him. “Forbidden fruit always tastes so much sweeter.” I’m so wet there’s no way he doesn’t feel it.
“Goddamn, you’re trouble.” His hips thrust forward, pinning me down as he grinds against me. “I’m going to punish you for this. I’m going to make you pay for making me want you so bad.”
I hope he does. I hope he makes me pay over and over again for causing his dick so much distress.
He gives me one more good tongue lashing and then he’s gone. His teeth start their torment next. Grazing over my skin. Nibbling on my chin. Kissing lower and lower until they get to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, the crux of a thousand sensations, and then he sinks in. Like a vampire claiming his victim. Leaving his mark before he sucks over the sting, drawing the blood to the surface. I don’t know how he expects me to explain the sudden hickey on my neck.
“I’m not supposed to want you so goddamn much, Wyn. But you had to come walking out of that bathroom with this body on display. These tits”—his hands palm over my breasts, squeezing me through my shirt—“have been taunting me ever since. I can’t get you out of my system. No matter how many times I jerk off.”He pinches my nipple, and my body bows into his touch. I cry out for more, and he shakes his head, releasing the tight squeeze. “Need you to keep that mouth shut, Wyn. Can’t have any of my brothers knowing that I’m in here violating my little stepsister.”
Jesus, those words. So forbidden. So deliciously naughty. Each one punctuated by the thrust of his hips. His hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and he shoves it up to my neck, exposing my nipples to the chilly air. But it’s the look in his eyes that has them puckering. His eyes are nearly in flames. Desire is turning them dark, making his lids heavy.
“Your body was made to weaken a man. I’ve never seen tits as pretty as yours.” He runs his palms over them. “So round and plump with these tight little nipples poking out.” His tongue slides across his lower lip, moistening up his skin.
“Do you like me looking, Wyn? It feels like you do.” His pelvis grinds against me, and another rush of my need floods out of me. I know I’m making his pants wet, coating that hard dick. And he seems to be enjoying it. “You’re making quite the mess,” he groans as his eyes roll back inside his head. His hips grind forward, smothering himself further into my mess. The pressure is building in my core. My clit is quivering under every touch. I’m closing in on my release. “I need to see it, Wyn.”
His eyes fly open, and then he abruptly jerks back, taking away my fun. My panties are yanked down my legs, left locked around my knees as his attention gets stuck on my pussy. Thank goodness I’m not self-conscious about my body because he’s openly gawking.
