Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(11)
“I know you want to f*ck me, so why don’t you just give in already. I thought for sure sharing something with you would get those silky panties to come right off of you.” He smiled but it was forced.
“Never. It will never happen, Talon. Not in a million years.” My heart was beating out of my chest as I spoke the words. I could feel the heat of his body against my skin as he pushed into my chest, forcing my body against the wall. I was trapped with nowhere to go, his hard cock pushing against my thigh.
“You feel that…that stiffness.” I couldn’t muster up even a word because I wasn’t sure I could trust myself to say no to anything he asked.
“I’m rock hard for you. Ready to claim your *, and you continue to shove me away.”
“I don’t want you or your cock,” I said without warning. He glared at me, one of his fingers reaching out to run across my bottom lip.
“Such a sweet girl to being saying such a naughty word. It’ll be more than an amazing to watch you suck me off one of these days.” His words were turning me on, his voice like velvet as it rubbed across my throat and neck. I could smell him. I could feel him, and I’ll be damned I really f*cking wanted him.
“Go!” I ordered, forcing the words from my mouth. All I got was a smirk as he rubbed his chest across mine, causing my nipples to pucker. Wetness seeped into my panties.
“You’re wet for me…” Talon spoke just as he pulled away from me, his body almost out the door. “I can tell even if you don’t want to confess it yet. That’s okay though, we can play this cat and mouse game as long as you want, or at least until you’re begging for your release.” Then just like that he was gone down the hall, probably relieving himself all while I was still trying to get my heart back into my chest. Talon had the power to destroy me, and I had all but given him the power to do so. I was f*cking screwed and not even in the good way.
Her * Was Mine
I avoided her like the plague, forcing myself to work out and hang out with Nick and Mandy more often. I escaped the house everyday before she woke, and I didn’t come home until I was sure she was asleep. There was no other way to handle the almost daily hard on I had. It was either that or f*ck her into submission. I could easily do it. A pair of handcuffs, a nice sturdy bed post. Yeah she would come harder than she ever had.
“Fuck me harder.” Mandy bit at my neck as I slammed into her repeatedly. Mandy could handle the dirty side of me, the side of me that most couldn’t. Gritting my teeth, I focused all my attention on her *, the way it clenched around me. She was nothing like Mia; she was better, so much f*cking better.
“Mia,” I growled into her throat releasing my hot semen into her. I could tell the moment she heard Mia’s name instead of hers because she pushed against my chest, forcing me to release the hold I had on her.
“Mia? Do I look like your stepsister? Are you f*cking kidding me, Talon?” Mandy flipped her hair at me and pulled her skirt down and shirt up, covering her huge tits. I wanted to feel bad, I truly did.
I didn’t even respond because truthfully what could I say. Oh I just climaxed thinking about another girl while I was inside of you, sorry? No. I just let the pieces fall wherever. Instead I offered her a shrug, fixed myself, and walked away. I wasn’t even five feet out of the secret closet that Mandy and I met up in when I heard Matt’s voice followed my Mia’s.
“The party is tomorrow night, and I know Talon will be there but if you want to go with me I can always pick you up... at say seven?” I hid against the wall, praying they wouldn’t come around the corner. I waited for Mia to answer him. After how hard to get she played the other night, I was going to be pissed if she took him up on his offer. Then again what did I have to offer except a nice hard f*ck and a life time of heartache? It was for the best if she said yes.
“That sounds great. I look forward to it,” she responded, and my heart plummeted to the floor. Life with Mia was like being on a constant rollercoaster. You never knew when you were up or down, or where the next turn would take you. You just yearned for the moments when your stomach would fill with butterflies as the unknown settled upon you.
She was right, I had no reason to share my past and my mother’s death with her, but I wanted too. I wanted it to be her, because I felt something for her like I never had anyone before. She knew it too, because when she told me she couldn’t handle hearing it she all but opened up the door to her heart.
I had a set of keys to her heart, I just needed to find the right lock that they belonged to. I stood in that hallway for a long moment, and when I heard footfalls coming around the corner I still stood there.
Matt appeared, a flash of fear forming in his eyes. That’s right, prick, you should be afraid, very f*cking afraid. Her * was mine. Her body mine. I would possess and own her one day soon enough, and one date with this f*cker didn’t mean he was getting one f*cking taste of her.
“If I find out you touch her, smell her, or even try and kiss her, I will rip your f*cking balls off and shove them down your throat.” I didn’t mince my words. I had no reason to when it came to her. It was like I was another person when I thought of someone else being with her.
Matt came to a halt a few feet from me, the words I had just spoken being the only thing that separated us.
“I won’t do anything that Mia doesn’t want me to. I don’t get what your hard on is with her and I going out. I’m your friend, dude. I know she’s your sister and all, but I’m not some f*cking rapist creep.” Matt didn’t seem afraid as he spoke, and I couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t about her being my sister that made it bother me without giving away the fact that I was falling for her and I hadn’t even f*cked her yet.