My Stepbrother's Lust
Mine.
She sucks in a breath and fails, fists clenching on the counter.
Fuck this.
My fingers thread through her hair, holding it in a loose bun as I lean in.
“Hey…I'm here.” My free hand rests on the small of her back, heat radiating up to my arm as I rub slow circles into her delicate skin.
“He's sick…he's so sick…”
“I know, baby. I know,” my voice shakes, every breath a torture to my being, “but he's not here right now. He can't hurt you anymore.”