LOUIS. I remove my hand from her face and stand before her after spreading her legs over the couch. This is my opportunity to finally get what I want. My brother’s words ring in my ears as I stand before a sleeping Elizabeth. 'You like this girl so much? Then knock her up. She wouldn’t be able to continue resisting after that. Trust me, I know one’s like her.' I lick my lips and wipe my sweaty palms together. This is it, Louis. You shouldn’t mess this up. "I’m so sorry." I mumble as I undo the first two buttons of my pants. When I first saw Elizabeth at that party, I knew I had to have her. I don’t know what it is that drew me to her, but the more I learn about her, the stronger my feelings grow. And ironically, it seems the more she learns about me, the more she pulls away. Perhaps not intentionally, but I’ve tried really hard to chase her. Prove my worth. Show her she’s the only one I want until I’m left with no choice but this; take her myself. I had mixed her drink with some

ELIZABETH. My eyes flutter open and I let out a quiet yawn before turning on my side to see James sleeping peacefully with one hand behind his head and the other draped over his stomach. I haven’t been to my room since our parents left yesterday. We joked around in the living room, played in the kitchen before we retired to his, then kissed each other like it’s the last thing we’ll do on this earth on his bed. We kissed till our lips were bruised and we couldn’t feel each other mouth anymore and our bodies tire out. Then I fell asleep in his arms. It’s just a night without our parents, but everything is already amazing. I smile and extend my hand, then press my face against it as I listen to the small, almost silent sounds that leave his mouth. My gaze darts to his lips and I extend my other hand to his mouth; my thumb caressing his lower lip. He must have felt the touch because his body jerks a bit, a grumble leaving his mouth before the rhythm of him sound asleep follows. I let

ELIZABETH. I look down at my legs and I can feel the wetness against my panties. I drop my hand to my thigh, and my fingers itch to move further. To pleasure myself and take my relief, but I shake my head. No. Not my touch. Not my fingers. I want James. And I know I’ll have him and he’ll pleasure me in a way that’d leave me wanting more the second it ends. I move down the island after the clench of my thighs to return to the counter. ~ I managed to finish cooking without another distraction from James and now we’re both on the couch in the living room with my plate in hand and James’ eyes on the tv after finishing his meal minutes ago. "That tastes better than I thought it’d turn out," I mumble as I take the last spoon of the rice salad and place the empty plate next to James on the table. "You’re doing the dishes," I tell him and his head snaps to me. "Why me?" "Because I cooked." "I’m cooking tomorrow." "Then I’ll also do the dishes tomorrow," I argue, and he chuckles. "Let

ELIZABETH.James’ hold on me tightens and I moan as I feel his erection poke my thighs now. Any second from now and he’d be fucking me against this wall.Fear grips me at the thought.Not because I don’t want that. Oh, I do want it badly. I’ve always wanted James, but the fear comes from what’d happen after that. After we have sex, will he break this off? Get bored of me? Toss me to the side like he did those girls? Probably get with Janet, since he’s taken everything he wants from me.My heart aches at the mere thought of it, and I find myself sliding off his hold.James holds a confused expression as he stares at me. "You okay?"I clear my throat, my body anything but relaxing. I want his hands back on me. "Yeah. Um– I’m getting kind of cold. I should change out of this." I refer to my soaked clothes, and he smirks as he steps forward. "Yeah? Why don’t we just shower together?"My eyes widen. "What?"He smiles as he hooks his hands around his shirt and pulls it over his head in one t

JAMES. Elizabeth is drunk. And she has no idea what she’s saying. I remind myself of that as I stare at her in shock. "What?" I say and she beams as she lowers her head near my ear and I shiver a little when her mouth grazes my earlobe before she whispers, "I think I want your cock inside me, James." The said cock jolts in my pants at those words and I bite my lips as she pulls back. My eyes meet hers and she looks dead serious. No. No, James. She’s drunk. "I– Elizabeth." I sigh as I drop her on her feet and she frowns, sluggishly and unwillingly removing her hands from me. "What? You don’t want to?" Of course, I want to. Christ, I’ve been dreaming about it ever since I saw her in that shirt of mine. I’ve imagined what it’d feel like being inside of her and images of me actually fucking her have flashed in my mind more time than I’m willing to admit every time I’m beside her. Elizabeth turns me on. Her every action makes me horny in a way I’m starting to think it’s unnatural and