My Sister's Boyfriend Shouldn't Know How I Taste

Bella’s pov 

Something heavy pinned my lower body down. It crushed my lungs until every breath felt like the last one I would ever take.

It was a nightmare that felt so real. Yet I knew it was a dream, so I tried to ignore it. Still, every second made me feel like my life was slipping away.

A frown settled on my face right away. I did not open my eyes. I never wanted to. I needed sleep. I knew I did, and my body agreed with me.

I tried to turn onto my side. Maybe my sleeping position was the problem. But no matter how hard I tried to move my body, it did not move.

It felt stuck under something warm, heavy, and big. The frown on my face grew deeper. What could it be?

This was my room. There was absolutely no way I was sharing it with someone else.

I forced my sleepy eyes open. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. My hand flew to my mouth. My eyes widened in complete shock as I stared at the sleeping man next to me. His eyes were closed. His breathing was steady and even.

It cannot be. No, it cannot.

I tried to blink it away. Every time I opened my eyes, I wished it were all a dream. But reality hit me hard. It hit me twice.

Kane was on my bed. He was bare as he was born. His lower body rested on me. The most unbelievable thing of all? I was naked as well.

But that was not what made my heart flutter.

Kane Harper is the second son of the Harper family. He is my sister’s boyfriend. They even plan on getting engaged soon, though a date hasn’t been set.

And here I was, on the same bed with the same man. There was clear evidence that something had happened between us.

Something I have no memory of. Something I can neither deny nor accept.

I was done. I could feel my body shivering as the image of Lisa’s crying face flashed before me. I shook my head hard.

This is clearly a mistake. And a mistaken night should not be considered as anything, right?

Kane has always been the type with a charm that left all the ladies swirling and desiring him. And truth be told, I have been among those ladies. But never did I ever think of actually sleeping with him.

Because he chose my sister over me. That was enough to show me my place.

Slowly, I pulled myself from beneath him. My lips hung between my teeth as I held my breath. I hoped I would not end up waking him.

But that hope came crashing down the moment his deep, calm, yet heavy voice thundered. I jumped off the bed from pure fright and ended up landing hard on the floor.

My bare bottom slammed against the cold, hard floor. Shock waves of pain traveled throughout my body. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

When I looked up, he was wide awake. His piercing bright green eyes gently observed me. There was no shock or surprise on his face.

He should be as shocked as I am, right? Clearly, this can never be something either of us planned.

I frowned. But the frown quickly turned to shame when I realized I was still completely naked. I yanked the sheets and threw them over my body, hiding what he had probably already seen.

“W-what is happening?” I whispered, still trying to settle myself into the situation.

I watched his brows furrow into a thin line. “What have you done?” he asked. Panic shot through me at once.

“No… I-I… I did not do anything.” I breathed out. A drop of sweat rolled down my temple.

“Bella.” He muttered my name, low and husky, like he was getting turned on by the situation.

I gulped and lowered my gaze. I could not bring myself to look at him. Those eyes echoed promises that my body reacted to, even though I knew it was wrong.

“Look at me, Bella.” He voiced the words. I looked up even as I fought myself not to. But his words felt too powerful, too compelling to ignore.

“You did this on purpose, did you not?” he whispered.

I gritted my teeth. He was accusing me, and I hated that. Clearly, I am the one who is shocked here, and he still has the nerve to point fingers?

“You have always wanted to be on my bed, trapped under me while I fuck you to unconsciousness, have you not?” He cocked his head to the side and gave me that look that mocked every little bit of dignity I had left.

“You have never liked the idea of seeing Lisa enjoy everything while you simply watched.” His lips pulled into a wicked smile. “right?”

I gulped, fighting for the right words to defend myself. But everything vanished as soon as the words came to me.

“N-no… you are wrong.” I breathed, shaking my head. “I have never thought of you in that way… not after you chose Lisa.”

He cocked a brow as amusement flashed in his eyes. “You did have those thoughts… Interesting.”

“No… that was then.” Panic shot through me as I explained. “I never planned for this… I swear.”

“Then why are you in my room? And on my bed?”

His question left me perplexed. Really, why was I here, of all the places I could be?

I parted my lips to speak, but words failed me. I lowered my head. My heart pounded erratically in my chest. My fingers trembled. I gripped them tight to keep them still and sucked in a deep breath.

“I… I do not know.”

He said nothing. He pushed himself out of the bed and stood. He straightened his arms, flexing his muscles for my view with zero shame about how his big, long dick jolted with his movement.

He turned and found me. A glint swept across his face, so familiar and evil.

“Lisa would be so heartbroken if she finds out about…” I cut him off.

“Please do not tell her…” I pleaded.

Of everything Lisa can hate me for, I do not want her to hate me because of this.

He gave me that look that clearly said he was not buying it. And I knew him. Kane always does what he says, and he does not care if it would break Lisa.

“I beg of you.” I rushed in. “I will do anything… anything… just do not tell her.”

At this point, I was desperate to keep it a secret. Desperate to hide the truth. Desperate to cover myself from this mess I had created without knowing.

I had never really been the best of a daughter, nor a sister. But Lisa? She had been more… and the only one I could run to.

If she finds out about this, I will be doomed. And Mom and Dad will not hesitate to cut me off.

His eyes sparkled with the feeling of finally finding a newfound interest. “Anything?” he repeated.

And at that instant, I regretted ever saying that word. Because looking at the smirk on his lips, I knew I was done for.

“From today henceforth, you will come running to me whenever I call. And whatever I want, you will do it without complaining.” He said.

“And I will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I want.”