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)
She raises one eyebrow and releases my hair with a shove of my head. “I’ve known since almost right after you told me about everything. Mom told me the truth.”
A heavy weight falls off my chest, and I snatch her up and shift her to sit on my lap. My still half-hard cock is trapped between us in a different way. She barely even makes a sound as she resettles her thighs around mine. All the rage inside me has flared out now, and all I see is how tired she looks. Her cheeks are more defined under her makeup, like she’s lost weight.
“Allie, what the fuck is going on?”
She shrugs and starts to move off, but I hold her against me. “No, you’re not leavin’ this spot until you talk to me.”
Her chin lifts, and finally, there’s more heat in her eyes. “You don’t get to sneak into my room to torture me, again, pretending you’re my brother, and I’m a disgusting slut for wanting you, and then demand I talk to you.”
I sigh and scrape one hand through my messy hair. “What do you want, then?”
“I want to come. This time, I won, and I want my reward.”
I narrow my eyes and tip my head to look at her. “Fine, but we’ll talk after. I’ll make that pussy weep for me, but we do it my way. Agreed?”
She swallows hard and melds her lower body against mine properly now. Then nods once, jerkily, like she is considering taking it back. Thank fuck she doesn’t. I lean back enough to see between our bodies, using my abs to keep myself upright a little. She works the button of my shirt and spreads it wide.
Her fingers trace the brand on my chest like she has every single time she’s seen it, and it’s so... familiar that it ignites a different kind of burn to spread through my chest. I snatch her hand and crush it a little in my grasp. “No, you don’t get that right anymore.”
Her forehead wrinkles, and I shift my hips enough to make my cock slip between her wet folds. A soft gasp escapes her, and her eyes fall closed, the moment from before forgotten.
I slide against her lips, her sweet arousal coating me. “There we go, little filly. Do you want me to make you come? Is that enough of a prize for you? You want me to take the ache away?” She doesn’t answer in words, only in the way her hips start to jerk. Desperate, with no rhythm, just her body trying like hell to get what it needs.
No matter how she fights it, no matter what history sits between us, she knows this is right. She knows I’ll always protect her.
“Come for me,” I whisper before pulling down one of her bra cups and taking her pink nipple into my mouth. Her body rolls like a wave, fingers moving through my hair, broken moans ringing in my ears while we work together.
“I hate you… I hate you…” It falls from her lips like a prayer as she moves faster, seeking out the release I hold hostage. “I fucking hate you.”
“Prove it.”
She whines, holding me tighter, drenching me with her wet heat.
“That’s right. You can’t. Because you don’t really hate me, you just hate what you become the moment I touch you. A whimper escapes her lips, and I grin. “Now be a good girl and give it to me. Give me all of it,” I grunt, sliding through her silkiness. Her body tenses, and her legs clamp around me right before she buries her face in my neck and lets go. “That’s right,” I pant in her ear while my balls lift and the tingle starts at the base of my spine.
“Kade, Kade,” she sobs, trembling, as I pull back and take myself in my hand to aim my cum at her mound. The first blast is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get, followed by another and another until my ears ring and my knees go weak.
As weak as she’s made me.
She’s still shivering, moaning softly when my head clears.
“You got your reward. Now we talk,” I say and shift her off my lap. She watches as I stand and fasten my jeans.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Kade.”
“Oh, there’s lots to talk about, filly.” I quickly do up my shirt.
“No, there isn’t.” Allie looks away, pretending to be interested in the blanket on her bed. “And even if there was, you’re the last person I would seek out to vent to or ask for advice.”
It hurts to hear her say that, but I deserve it. Things haven’t been exactly easy between us, and since I found out Emma is my mother, it’s been even more turbulent.
“Fair, but we do need to talk.”