Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“Is it that you can’t or you don’t want to?” I whisper the words and trace the line of her throat with my tongue. “Or maybe it’s that you don’t even believe the lies you keep feeding yourself.” The taste of her skin ignites something in me I thought dead.
Just like dear ole Dad. But this, this is like a spark in the dark. I chase the feeling, scraping at her skin with my teeth, nipping, kissing my way back up her throat until I trace her jaw with my lips, then find her waiting mouth.
She whimpers, but the sound doesn’t stop me from sliding my tongue between her lips and plunging deep into her warm mouth. How did I think I could live without tasting her again?
I need her like I need air and water, and that’s enough to make me hate her a little bit more.
Only she has the power to make me this weak. To undo me. Unman me. Unmake me.
She whines, the sound scraping out of her throat. The sound unravels me. It’s like gasoline being poured on an already out-of-control fire. In typical Allie fashion, she tries to fight it, her feelings, her thoughts, but her body won’t let her. Especially not once I slide a hand under her skirt to caress the curve of her perfect ass.
I pull back, breaking the kiss, my chest heaving. “It’s okay to give in to temptation,” I whisper before tugging her bottom lip between my teeth. “To lie to yourself.” I nip at her again, and she shudders and moans, arching her back to press her tits against me. “But you can’t lie to me. I know you. Know your body. Your mind. You’re mine. You belong to me.”
“I don’t. I don’t…” Despite her words, her head falls back, giving me access to her throat again. I could almost laugh at how desperate she looks right now. Fighting against her body and thoughts. I suck on the sensitive flesh at her throat and trace her collarbone with my tongue.
“Yes, you do.” I have never been so sure of anything. “You can’t fight it. Neither of us can.” I lift my head and stare down at her. “You’re mine, and you will always be mine. No matter who you fuck or marry, you’ll never be satisfied or happy because it’s me you really want. Not your fiancé, or anyone else.”
Her eyes flash open, and some of the desire and lustful haze diminishes. “You’re wrong. I don’t want you. I don’t want anything to do with you.” Somehow, she manages to dig an elbow into my ribs, and it’s enough to make me back away. That only gives her space to shove me, and when that doesn’t seem to appease her, she starts slapping at my chest and shoulders. “Is this who you are, Kade? A sick, twisted asshole who wants to screw his own sister?”
I have two options: continue with the charade or spill the beans. I’m tempted enough to see what she does, so I decide to continue. “Don’t act like you aren’t as sick and twisted as I am. Pressing your tits against my chest, all but begging me to fuck you not even five seconds ago.” She can play the victim to everyone else but not me. I know better. I see her want and desire as clear as day.
Shame fills her eyes, and her cheeks grow red. I’m almost tempted to confess the truth right now just to wipe that look off her face. “It was a mistake. An immoral, disgusting mistake that I won’t be making again.”
“Disgusting or not, you can’t help yourself any more than I can.”
Something hot blazes in her eyes as she glares up at me, and her perfect, plump lips part, as if she’s going to say something, but before she can, we’re interrupted.
“Allie? Are you out here?” someone calls.
Probably fucking Saint. Her feet crunch against the bits of loose rock and gravel around the entrance, telling us both exactly where her friend is. That’s all it takes to make Allie push away from the wall and strip off my jacket. “Leave me alone,” she warns, thrusting the jacket at me. “Or I’ll tell our mom about what you’re doing.”
It’s nothing more than a scare tactic. Allie would be far too ashamed and disgusted with herself to tell her mother, plus then her mother would be forced to tell her the truth. Then again, maybe I should encourage her to tell our mother.
“We both know you’re too ashamed and disgusted to admit such a dark and twisted secret out loud, let alone to our mother, little filly.”
Saint appears around the corner of the building, and Allie sets off toward her.
“Wonder what your fiancé would think if he found out?” I whisper as she walks away.