Kate"Good morning, Katherine," Ella says. It's only seven, but I've already been out to my car to grab my bag, and in and out of the shower. There was no sign of Dorian in the bathroom this time, thank God. At least that's something. "Did you sleep well?"I blush, remembering the dream. Nightmare is a better word for it. Did I sleep well? With vivid dreams of Dorian's dick running through my head, followed by the greeting I got in the bathroom this morning? I wonder if I'm ever going to sleep again. It's like my life is turning into some kind of porno. But without the sex, I remind myself. There's going to be no more sex.Even if he has the sweetest looking body I've ever seen, tall and lanky with washboard abs. He's off limits. And not just because he's my new stepbrother...I mean, we're not even related, sure, but I can't even fathom the scandal that would involve...but because it's Dorian. He's the crudest, filthiest, sluttiest guy I've ever met in my life. I have absolutely no bu
KateI drag my fingertips down his torso, following the line between his pecs and brushing across his nipple. He lets out this guttural sound, something animalistic, buried deep in his throat, and it makes the fine hairs on my skin stand on end. It’s raw, predatory, like he’s the hunter and I’m caught in his sights. Except he’s the one stretched out beneath me, and I’m the one on top, thighs framing his body. His cock is exposed, hot against me, and when I grind down along his length, he groans my name.“Kate.”He says it again, rougher this time, and I don’t wait for him to say it again. I guide him inside, my wetness easing the way. The stretch of him fills me, thick and perfect, and I move against him, fucking him, my body remembering the rhythm like it’s second nature. It feels like something I’ve done countless times before, yet sharper, more consuming, better than that first reckless time could ever compare.His hands trail upward from my waist, sliding until they cup my breasts
DorianAll I can think is I’m about to nail the most off-limits, most bottled-up girl on the planet. Feels like I just won the fucking jackpot.The second my lips crash against hers, it’s straight-up unreal. I can’t even put into words what she tastes like, only that it’s perfection in liquid form. Then Katherine pulls back just slightly, staring at me.Her eyes burn with disgust. She loathes me. But when she drags me into another kiss...it’s filled with venom and need all at once, like she hates my guts but craves me more than air.It should be nothing but another score. So what if it’s the crown jewel of hook-ups? So what if it’s destined to be the filthiest, most addictive kind of hate-fueled fuck? Right when I’m about to slide inside her, she stiffens and shoots me a look. I’m not stupid. I know exactly what that shit means. I’m not trying to deal with some girl’s first time...virgins get attached, and that’s the last headache I want.Then Kate—yeah, that’s what I called her that
DorianI drag deep on the cigarette, smoke filling my lungs, nicotine buzzing in my veins but doing jack shit to calm the rage swirling in me. I’m out front, propped against the railing along the porch steps, replaying what just went down with Katherine, not with her stiff-ass father or my mother.Whatever circus those two have planned, I couldn’t care less. My mother has had more rings slipped on her finger than I can count—five proposals, three husbands. This isn’t my first rodeo where some uptight asshole in a tailored suit strolls in, shakes my hand, and pretends he’s my brand-new dad.At least this one isn’t cradle-robbing. Before Ella decided CEOs and now apparently politicians were her thing, she went through her rocker stage. That was a wild ride. My favorite disaster was the wannabe twenty-three-year-old she swore she was going to marry. The guy looked seventeen at best, strutting around as lead singer of some bubblegum boy band. The idiot actually had the balls to look me in
KateI’ve never done anything like that before. I can’t believe I snapped. “I—” I stammer. “I…you’re being…such a complete jerk about this!”Dorian touches the side of his face, brows lifting. “Yeah, princess,” he mutters. “Clearly I’m the one acting like a complete bastard.”“Did you know about our parents tying the knot before now?” I press again.“What, before you messaged me begging for a taste of this?” He grips his cock.“I didn’t exactly have to plead,” I bite out, jaw tight. “Pretty sure no one has to twist your wrist to get the dick you pass around like it’s free samples.”“You sure didn’t seem to mind sucking it like it was spun sugar,” he fires back.Heat surges into my cheeks. “That isn’t how I—”“What, Harvard?” he cuts me off. “You going to stand there and tell me you don’t remember wrapping those pretty lips around my cock like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever put in your mouth?”“I won’t even bother a-answering that,” I snap. Still, my face burns hotter, and my lun
KateMy stomach lurches. I think I might actually vomit. The room tilts, my body disconnecting from reality as if I’m floating somewhere above myself, staring down at the three of them standing in a neat little row, waiting for me to react. Like they’re an execution squad aiming right at my chest.Maybe I’ll just collapse, I tell myself, strangely calm about the possibility. The thought is almost laughable, except there’s nothing funny here. This is pure disaster, not some dark comedy.The only time I’ve ever passed out before was at one of my late mother’s chemo sessions. She insisted I stay focused on school, but I already knew the truth. She was slipping away, no matter how hard my parents tried to paint over it.Don’t faint, Katherine. I order myself now. Not because of this.“It’s a lot to absorb,” my father says.“Yeah,” I echo flatly, my voice mechanical.He clears his throat. “Dorian mentioned he knows you pretty well from school.”I shoot Dorian a hard look, silently daring h