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SAFFA

While he held my stare, I watched as he leaned in to brace himself with his left hand on the back of the couch as I felt him trail the fingers of his right hand over my skin, grazing the curve of my jaw before sliding down the side of my neck. He moved those fingers back up to my chin and gently pinched it between his forefinger and thumb as he tilted my chin up.

His gaze now drilled into mine with intensity, making me feel stripped bare under the weight of it.

“We aren't doing anything?” He cocked a dark eyebrow, and I took a second to note that my big brother's best friend was so fucking hot. His short, dark hair was styled haphazardly, like he’d been running his fingers through it. “If there's nothing going on between us, then tell me why your pussy is soaked right now.”

I wouldn’t have been able to hold in my gasp of shock at his words, even if I’d known it was coming. That sound shot out of me before I realized I made it. “I’m not w-wet.”

He chuckled, but it held zero hilarity.

“You’re lying,” he whispered, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip. The gesture was intimate, devastatingly so… and so very wrong.

But it felt so good and enticing.

I want more.

“You’ve been avoiding me since the chocolate.” The way he said chocolate was far too sensual. It made my pussy clench, made it crave to be filled by what I knew was probably a massive cock.

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” I said, the words coming out breathless, almost desperate. And I was definitely the latter. I was desperate for my brother's best friend to fuck the hell out of me. “I just?—”

He didn’t let me finish, as he pressed his thumb lightly against my lip, silencing me before he leaned farther down so we were face-to-face. His warm, alcohol-laced breath fanned over my cheek, his mouth so close to mine it would only take me tilting my chin up a little to kiss Frankie.

“You’re playing with fire, Saffa,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

“Then burn me, Frankie.”

Yup… I went there. I said that.

“Maybe I like the pain,” I added, unable to stop myself.

And then he growled, and his lips were on mine.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce and hard, consuming and dominating. He took control of me like he did every other aspect of his life. I felt so dainty compared to him, with his big six-foot-four and two-hundred-fifty-pound frame crowding me from all sides.

This was a collision of forbidden desire and unspoken need… unspoken until now, until I was about to get fucking nasty with my on big brother.

Fuck it. Let's do this.

My hands came up, clutching the front of his shirt and pulling him closer as he pressed me back against the couch, his body pinning mine to the piece of furniture. God, the weight of Frankie, and the sheer heat of him, stole the breath from my lungs.

Faster than I could expect, he had me off the couch and twisted, so he was the one sitting now, and I straddled him.

“Look what I brought for you, baby.”

I looked over at the side table after he gestured to it, where I hadn’t noticed he had placed a ripe banana and a container of petroleum jelly at some point while I’d been too focused on his eyes and words. I felt my brows pull low, not sure what in the hell he planned on doing with those. I was wet enough to soak this whole damn leather couch, so the jelly wasn’t needed.

And the banana…?

It only took me a second to realize what he wanted to do with that piece of fruit.

Oh, he wasnasty-nasty.

He gripped my cheek and forcefully turned my head back to face him before slamming his lips against mine once more. His hands roamed over me, strong and demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough. I knew I couldn't.

My mind screamed that this was wrong, but my body didn’t care. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, as I surrendered to the forbidden fire between us.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled against my lips, his hands gripping my hips painfully hard with a possessive strength that made me dizzy. “You drive me insane, Saffa.” He dragged his tongue over my lips, and I sucked the muscle into my mouth, moaning at his flavor.

I couldn’t respond to his statement, but I ground my pussy against his huge and hard cock that pressed against his pants and dug into my cunt. All I could do wasfeel.

I heard the distant sound of the party through the walls and closed door, and reality tried crashing back around me. But I beat that bitch down, slid my hands under Frankie’s shirt, and touched all his hard muscles.

He pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes burning with something primal.

“We shouldn’t—” I started and bit my bottom lip. “But I don’t want to stop.”

“Mmm… you’re such a good girl, Saffa.” Frankie gripped my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. The only thing stopping him from seeing my breasts was the little white lace bra I wore—one that was nearly transparent. “And because you’re such a good girl, your big brother is gonna fuck you, so you know what a real man feels like.”