Chapter 1: Hurt And Escape

Olivia Parker

I was dreaming about Ethan Hayes, my stepbrother again.

In the dream, we were back in his big bedroom in the Hayes mansion and he had me on his bed, completely naked, looking at me with those intense grey eyes while his hands moved over my body.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing this, Olivia,” he said in that low voice that always made me wet. “You’re my stepsister.” he added

“I know,” I whispered, but I opened my legs wider for him anyway.

“I can’t help it. I need you.” I begged shamelessly and I rocked my bare pussy on the ridge of his cock that shot out through his boxers.

Ethan Hayes leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and exchanging saliva with me.

Then he kissed down my neck and then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He licked and sucked hard, pulling on it while his hand squeezed my other breast. I moaned and held his head there, pushing my chest up to his face.

"Ohhh... Ethannnnn….." I moaned

His mouth felt so hot and wet and then he switched to the other nipple and sucked even harder, flicking his tongue fast until both my nipples were stiff and shiny with his spit.

He kept sucking and biting gently on them, making me squirm under him. Then his hand moved down between my legs. He rubbed my pussy slowly at first, spreading my wetness all over my folds and then he teased my clit with his thumb, rubbing it in slow circles until I was breathing fast.

“Fuck... Please,” I begged.

Ethan Hayes pushed two thick fingers inside me. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. He started fingering me deep, curling his fingers and stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

“Slut, see how you’re so wet for your big brother,” he growled. That word should have offended me but it instead turned some on more and I moved my hips to meet his fingers.

He kept sucking my breasts while his fingers moved faster in and out of me. The wet sound was loud and dirty. I was dripping all over his hand. He added a third finger and stretched me open, pumping them hard while his thumb kept rubbing my clit.

I was moaning loudly, my hips moving on their own, fucking myself on his fingers. He kept sucking and biting my nipples, sending shocks straight down to my pussy. The pressure kept building and building until I felt like I was going to explode.

Just when I was about to come, Noah’s voice pulled me out of the dream.

“Mommy?”

I woke up suddenly, breathing hard. My face was hot, my panties were soaked, and my nipples were still hard and aching.

I was slumped over my work desk in the loft. Some papers were stuck to my cheek and I quickly sat up straight and tried to calm down.

Noah stood at the door in his dinosaur pajamas, rubbing his eyes. “Mommy, I’m hungry.”

I forced a smile and reached for him.

“Come here, baby.” He climbed into my lap and snuggled against me. I stroked his hair, but my body was still buzzing from the dream.

I could still feel Ethan’s fingers inside me and his mouth on my breasts. The guilt hit me right away and I reminded myself that I shouldn’t still be dreaming about him like this. Not after everything he did.

I noticed the business magazine on my desk. Ethan Hayes was on the cover, looking serious and handsome in a suit. Noah saw it too.

“Who is that man, mummy?” he asked. “He has eyes like mine.”

My heart tightened. I closed the magazine quickly. “Just someone Mommy used to know. Let’s go eat dinner, okay?”

I carried him to the kitchen and made his favorite pasta with chicken. While it cooked, I checked my emails. Margaret Bennett, my mentor, had sent feedback on the Beverly Hills penthouse project I was designing. She said my choice of colors was perfect and that the client loved the mood board I sent yesterday.

Reading her message made me feel proud. Seven years ago I left New York with nothing but pain in my heart and a baby growing inside me. Now I have my own studio, good clients, and I can pay all our bills.

After dinner, Noah and I played with his toy cars on the living room floor. He laughed when I made the cars crash and talked in funny voices and I watched him and felt that familiar warmth in my chest.

He is smart, kind, and so sensible for a six-year-old. Sometimes I catch him looking at other kids with their dads, but he never complains. He doesn’t want to make me sad.

Later I gave him a bath, splashing water and blowing bubbles until he was giggling. I dried him, put on his pajamas, and read him two storybooks. He fell asleep holding his stuffed wolf and I kissed his forehead and quietly left the room, closing the door softly.

I went back to my desk to finish some sketches for a new client. The loft was quiet except for the city sounds outside and that was even one of the reasons why I had chosen this place. I could easily hear the sounds of cars and watch them from up here.

I designed this space myself using the soft neutral colors with pink which was my best color of course, comfortable furniture, and big windows that let in lots of light.

And it feels like a real home. I worked for almost an hour, but my mind kept drifting. The dreams about Ethan have been coming more often lately and the fated mate pull never went away. Even after seven years, my body still reacts to the memory of him.

And even now, I couldn't say for certain if that was the real reason I wanted him so badly.