บททั้งหมดของ CRAVING MY FORBIDDEN STEPBROTHER: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I slump against his chest, chest heaving, thighs still shaking around his hand. “Please—”“Please what?” He’s still moving, slower now, two fingers stroking lazily through my soaked pussy. “Please stop?” His laugh is strained. “Six minutes left. I only need one more.”“I can’t—”“You can.” His free hand wraps around my throat, fingers loose against my pulse, and I feel him feel my heartbeat hammering. “Your pussy can take one more. Give it to me.”His fingers find their rhythm again, steady and deep, his thumb rolling my clit in slow deliberate circles, and I am completely at his mercy and have been since I walked through that door and some part of me knew it then and came anyway. My thighs are locked around his hand. My nails are breaking skin on his forearm. The sounds coming out of me are obscene and I stopped trying to muffle them somewhere around the second orgasm.His cock is rock hard against my ass and every small shift of my hips presses me back into it and I can feel him fig

He’s by the main gate, leaning against a black car, wearing a suit that costs more than a semester of tuition. Marco. He smiles when he sees me coming and the smile is the worst part, warm and easy, like we’re old friends catching up and not like he just texted me four times from outside my school.My legs keep moving. I don’t know how.“There she is,” he says. “My favourite debtor.”“What are you doing here?”“Checking in.” He pushes off the car. “Making sure you haven’t forgotten our arrangement.”“It’s been a week—”“Exactly.” He steps closer. “One week down. Three to go.”“You said I had a month—”“I did.” His hand shoots out and closes around my arm, hard, fingers digging in above the bruise he left last time, and I bite down on the sound that wants to come out. “But I wanted to make sure you understood what happens if you don’t pay.”“I understand—”“Do you?” He pulls me closer and his free hand goes to his pocket and comes back out with something small and silver and my lungs s

We don't make it up the stairs without his hands on me.Third step and he pushes up under my shirt from behind, his palms spreading flat and warm across my stomach, and before I decide anything my back is already pressing into him. His mouth finds my neck and his teeth sink in slowly, like he wants me to feel every second of it, and the sting blooms through my chest and down between my thighs and I grab the banister because my knees have simply stopped."Keep moving," he says against my neck, and his voice has dropped to something I have never heard from him in daylight, something that makes my pussy throb with a single word.Fifth step and I spin around because I cannot help it and his mouth comes down on mine hard and his hand fists in my hair and the pull of it, that sharp sweet pull at my roots, drags a sound out of me that goes straight into his mouth. His other hand grips my ass and squeezes and I feel it in my stomach, in my spine, and I let him walk me backward up the remainin

I make it to my room by six. Kick my shoes off at the door, drop my bag on the floor, and sit on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap. The afternoon light is coming through the curtains in long strips and the room is warm and quiet and I just sit there staring at nothing.Sienna knows. Or she suspects, which lands the same way. If she opens her mouth to the right people, if it gets back to our parents—Three sharp knocks.I get up and pull the door open and my heart jumps straight into my throat. Cain. Hair still wet from the gym, black tee pulled tight across his chest, jaw set hard. His knuckles are split on his right hand and his dark eyes find mine immediately and don’t move.“What are you doing here?”He doesn’t answer. Just walks in, and he’s close enough that I have to step back or let him press into me, so I step back.“Cain—”He keeps coming. I keep going. Watching his chest rise and fall, the tape still wrapped around his left wrist, the way his jaw tightens with ever

The footsteps are soft enough that I don’t hear them until he’s already at the bottom of the stairs.Jace.My first thought is that I’ve never actually seen him angry before. Not like this. I’ve seen him annoyed, sulky, petulant in that particular way he had when things didn’t go his way, but this is different. His jaw is set and his eyes are doing something I don’t recognize and he’s walking toward me with a kind of focused quiet that makes something in my chest pull tight.“Really.” He stops a few feet away, looking me over slowly. “Tyler Benson.”“Jace—”“After everything.” He laughs, short and ugly. “Six months I was with you. Six months of you being cold and untouchable and acting like letting me hold your hand was some kind of privilege, and then I come here tonight and watch you in that dress with his hands all over you like—” He stops. His jaw works. “Where was that girl when you were with me?”“That’s none of your business anymore.”“I gave you everything.” He steps closer an