Mag-log inLILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had
JAX'S POVFuck.The word echoed in my mind as I slid my fingers along the slick heat of her thigh, the storm outside raged harder. Lila's panties were a crumpled scrap on the floor now, discarded like the shreds of my sanity. Her legs parted for me instinctively trembling under my touch. The sight of her, my stepsister, bare, flushed and utterly exposed, it undid me. I'd imagined this a thousand times in the past, her body arching under mine, and now that it was finally happening? It felt like a fever dream.The thought of how dangerous and wrong it was made my dick harder. She was my stepsister, the girl I'd watched go from pigtails to this siren who haunted my fucking dreams. And here she was, splayed out on the couch like an offering. Her breath came in shallow pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her core.I hooked one leg over my shoulder, positioning myself between them. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. Swollen with need.“Jax,” she whispere
Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I
Blurb:Coming home for midterm was supposed to be simple; eat, sleep and survive family time. But when Lila walks back into the house she swore off, she finds the one person she never wanted to see… and the only one she can’t stop wanting.Lila's POVThe gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled into the driveway, the old Victorian house looming ahead. Home, that's where I was, and yet, it didn't quite feel like it. Not after mum married Richard 5 years ago at least.Now, going home felt like walking into a storm cloud. I didn't hate Richard; it was my stepbrother that I hated. I didn't want to see him, fuck I hated him so much that I'd rather choke on air than be in the same vicinity as him.Why? He was an asshole. An overbearing, irritating asshole whom I had fallen for at a point and had my heart crushed in the worst way possible.I'd never forget that day. And now, I was making my way into the house, after a long drive from my campus. I'd not seen him for close to two years, a
Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. “Can’t sleep, little sinner?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to
Elara’s POV I woke up slick and aching, my thighs sticky from a dream where Elias and Thorne had worshipped me on the altar, Elias's tongue delving into my sacred places with reverent strokes, Thorne's cock plunging deep while he chanted litanies. I dressed in my white gown, the fabric hugging my bare skin making my nipples pebble at the friction. I still didn't wear any underwear.Breakfast was torture, I was informed that I was to have breakfast with Father Elias and Thorne. They sat across from me, Elias with his composed demeanor, but I caught his eyes darting to my throat.But what set my skin on fire was the foot sliding up my calf under the table in a slow deliberate massage.Father Thorne's, no doubt. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, spreading my legs just enough to invite more. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy. He withdrew when a sister passed, and I shamelessly mourned the loss of his touch.After, father Elias took me to the library for “meditation on scripture.” The ro







