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“Forget? Cute. I still remember how soaked you were before I even touched you. How you moaned my name like a desperate little slut while I fucked you senseless against that window.” “How tight your pussy felt clenching around my cock when you came the third time.” Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I clenched my jaw hard. “Damon, stop. We’re step-siblings now. This is wrong. Completely off limits.” He turned his head slightly, staring at me with cool, bad-boy confidence. No shame. Just raw hunger. “I don’t do off limits, Cassy. Especially not when I have to live in the same house as the girl I still want to fuck every single day.”

" I was at a loss for words after hearing what he said. However, I did think that it sounded reasonable. I couldn't possibly come over every day, and helping just once wouldn't fix the situation. I couldn't help but ask, "How would video calling Yvonne help you, though? Do you really think Yvonne can help you resolve your urges through a screen?" Clyde set me down and replied, "You're overthinking this, Michelle. Yvonne can't keep up because she's too innocent. You see, if she watches us having sex together, it might actually wake something up in her. "Plus, seeing me with another woman will spark some serious jealousy, and that should make her want to step up her game in the bedroom."

Because it had stopped being simple a long time ago. It wasn’t just concern….it wasn’t just protectiveness either. And God help me, it wasn’t temporary. The realization settled heavily in my chest. I wanted things I had no right to want…I wanted a woman who should have been completely off-limits. I shut my eyes. No!…Fuck!…No! This can’t happen….Not with Maya. Not with Luisa’s best friend. Not with the daughter of a man I once called my brother. The thought alone made me sick with guilt.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.” We kissed like the world might end if we stopped, slow and exploratory one moment, urgent and breathless the next. His free hand slid down my side, stopping respectfully at my waist, but the heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my hoodie. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, Damien rested his forehead against mine. “This changes nothing,” he said hoarsely. “You’re still off limits. Marcus would kill me. Your parents would never forgive me.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

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A shiver runs down my spine in a very delicious way, “I understand, Sir.” “We have yet to go over your limits list, so for now, I’m going to get a few things and set them out for you to look at. I want you to take out the items that will be a hard limit for you, meaning you do not want to even try that item. Then I will have you go through and pick out things that would be your soft limit, meaning you may be up for trying it if we take it slow. The items that are left will be the ones that you do not have an issue with if I were to use them on you,” he squats down, so he is eye level with me, “Do you still want to proceed?”

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”