Wrong Feels So Right

Sara

I tried to wrap my head around it, but it still didn’t make sense. Why did I ever think I was any different than any of the girls he’d met? I felt so foolish that I gave myself to him. Was that all I was? Just another piece of ass to him? Why did this bother me so much? It wasn’t as if there was any rule that he couldn’t be with other people. But this wasn’t just any other person. This was Sofia Carson. I knew that name sounded familiar, and now I remember why.

She was my best friend in college, but after she slept with my then-boyfriend and somehow the video got leaked, she and Rogan transferred to another school, while I became the laughing stock of Hilton University for the next two years. 

As if their betrayal didn’t cut deep enough, I was blamed for it. I heard the whispers and rumors around school that I was a prude, and that’s why Rogan started sleeping with my best friend.

For years, I’d tried to block her name out of my mind, but now everything came back, and I could feel the betrayal and heartbreak all over again.

Immediately, I grabbed my bag, stood up, and started heading out. I wasn’t going to sit here and pout over her. If Dame wanted to sleep with everything on a skirt, then I wouldn’t let it affect me, even though it did.

I couldn’t stand to see him after he returned from the bathroom, and it wasn’t because of anything else than the fact that I couldn’t help but feel like some cheap slut to him. 

When I got home, I went straight to my bathroom and sat in the tub. I was glad Gwen was not at home. She was too intrusive and would try to drill me over how things went with him, and God knows, talking about Dame was the last thing I wanted to do now.

I was still in the bathtub when I heard a sudden knock on my door. “Go away, mom,” I yelled, but a few moments later, the knock returned. 

I sighed in frustration, stood up, threw on a robe trudged towards the front door.

“Whatever it is, Mom, can it wait?” I said as I opened the door, and then suddenly froze when I saw who was standing on the other end. “I came out of the restroom and found that you had left. What happened, Sara? I thought we were finally getting along.” Dame’s eyes narrowed with intrigue as he spoke.

“Please leave me alone, Dame,” I said, trying to compose myself. But instead of leaving, he brushed past me and walked into my room, scanning around as if he were looking for something.

“Why did you leave Sara? Did I do something?” 

I chuckled softly when I heard how softly he spoke. Staring at him now, I couldn’t believe I’d let myself fall for this act. He was never going to change, and I was just the fool who thought he could.

“Cut the act, Dame. How about you go trouble Sofia, it seems she’s really looking forward to your next meeting.” I said. 

Dame turned quickly when he heard her name.

For a moment, his eyes narrowed in confusion, but then he took a step forward and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, Dame. I saw her message on your phone.” As soon as I said those words, I immediately wished I hadn’t. I expected him to flip and scold me for abusing his privacy, but he just stood silently and then suddenly started chuckling softly, which made me even madder.

“Is this funny to you?” I said through gritted teeth.

“No, no. Not at all.” Dame replied quickly. “But it’s not what you think. I mean it is, but it isn’t like that. Sofia and I are history.” 

‘History?’ He slept with her not more than a week ago, and she’s already ‘history.’ His words should have made me feel better, but I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what he thought of me as well.

I took a deep breath and exhaled softly, “Please leave Dame. I don’t feel like talking.” I asked, and without waiting for his response, I walked towards the door and opened it slightly.

For a few seconds, he didn’t move. I could see the genuine confusion on his face, but then he took a deep breath, walked towards the door, and stopped behind me. “Why does this bother you so much?” He asked patiently. The truth was, I didn’t think this should have bothered me so much either, but it did. 

“Please leave,” I repeated. 

He sighed exhaustively and walked out. 

As soon as he left, I walked towards my bed and sank into it. But just a few moments later, I heard another knock. This time, I didn’t need to guess who it was to know. I was already cussing under my breath as I approached the door and swung it open. “What Dame?!” I spat, but before I could even comprehend what was happening, he barged into my room, grabbed my face with both his palms, and pressed his lips roughly against mine. 

My eyes widened in shock, but I couldn’t push back. The kiss was hot, intoxicating, and everything I wanted that evening. For a brief moment, I sank into it completely, but then suddenly, I pushed him back.

“No, no… no,” I muttered, turning away from him.

He stood there quietly, staring at me as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. My mind was a conflict of thoughts, from frustration, to annoyance, irritation, and anger, but the only moment everything quieted down was when his lips were pressed hard against mine. 

Slowly, I turned toward him, and my heart softened as I stared at him, and without any second thought, I dashed towards him and kissed him deeply. This time, it wasn’t slow or passionate. It was hot and sensual. I could feel the heat between my thighs as his teeth bit down my neck, and his fingers reached under my robe and grabbed my erect nipples.

Before any of us could stop things from going too far, he’d already pushed me onto my bed and taken off his shirt. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at his ripped body as he towered over me, and if I had any will left in me to stop this, it was completely gone by now. 

It felt like I was in a trance, and I didn’t even know when I took off his belt. 

Dame lifted me roughly and threw me onto the bed, and I could feel my wet spot begin to drip. I didn’t care about anything at that point. All I wanted was to feel his hot bulge thrusting deeply into me, and that was the last thought I had before it happened.

The sex was hot, hotter than the last time it happened. I was worried that it would feel weird, now that we were about to become step-siblings, but instead it felt like it was long overdue.

Dame and I lay side by side, drenched in our sweats and fatigue. 

“This is wrong,” I muttered under my breath, and he stood up slowly, shifting those hazel brown eyes towards me. 

“Then why does it feel so right?” He asked.

“No, Dame. We need to stop; we can’t keep doing this. Our parents are getting married and we’re going to be related soon.” I argued, but his lips curved into a soft smile. He leaned in and kissed me softly, and still I couldn’t resist.

“Who says we have to stop?” He said and slowly slid his hands between my legs. 

My eyes rolled inside, and I let out a soft moan as his fingers delved deeper into my wet spot, and that was when I knew I was in too deep. I didn’t want him to stop either, and I didn’t care so much that we were going to be siblings. 

“Fuck.” I moaned and grabbed the sheets.

“Do you still want me to stop?” He asked, biting down on my nipples softly. 

My eyes slightly opened, and the words escaped my tongue as my heartbeat increased.

“Don’t.”