He cracked a forlorn smile. Goddamn, he was gorgeous when he wore a smile, even one etched in pain. “Yeah. I guess I have…”
He kissed me again. The tenderness in the gesture sideswiped me. This side of him came out of nowhere. He held so much bitter resentment inside him, that much was obvious. Now, though, I felt the anguish beneath his cold exterior bleeding out of him.
When the kiss broke, our heaving chests bashed together, and his brow rested against mine. “You don’t want to do this with me. I’ll get hooked on you like fucking opium, Lore. I’ll tear you open and claim parts of you that you didn’t even know you had. I’ll ravage you until there’s nothing left.”
Tears stung my eyes. I wasn’t sure why I was crying. I didn’t feel fear toward this broken boy, or resentment. Maybe I wanted him so badly that it was pure fucking agony every moment he wasn’t inside me. “You can have it, all of it. Whatever you find, it’s yours. Finders keepers.”
He blinked—so close his eyelashes tickled mine. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do,” I said with a breathless whisper against his lips. “I do, I do.”
My words were heavy; they felt more like an oath than a simple statement. Like I was promising something to him. But I’d meant what I’d said. Whatever he cared to take from me, he could have. Because for the first time since my father died, Titus Leeds made me feel. It didn’t matter if he decided to rip my goddamn heart out. The pain didn’t scare me.
It was better than feeling nothing at all.
“Titus. Fuck me.Please.”
A raspy growl—almost a whine—curled up from his chest. I threw my arms around him, clutching his muscular shoulders as we fell back into the truck bed. The grooves of the truck bed dug into my back as hard muscles pinned me down. The metal was ice on my flesh, and Titus was all fire.
There was so much anger pent up inside him, like something dangerously desolate screaming to get out. Maybe to consume me. Or maybe his darkness was just looking to be a little less lonely.
I threw myself into the intense sensations, reveling in the way my nerves lit up in ways they never had before. He wedged a hand between us, working himself free. I arched up enough to see it.
After the freakishly long tongue, and what I could have sworn were claw-tipped fingers inside me beneath the table at breakfast, I almost expected something…inhuman. So it came as something of a surprise to see a human dick. It was impressively large, with a Prince Albert piercing on the end. But it was still just a human cock. Apparently, I’d been reading too much demon porn.
“I’ll be as gentle as possible since it’s your first time. Can’t have you bleeding all over the back of my truck.” By the snap of his tone, he almost sounded irritated. Like I was somehow inconveniencing him by being a virgin.
“I didn’t ask you to be gentle,” I bit back. I was quickly becoming addicted to the emotions and sensations Titus offered. I just wanted to feel again. It didn’t matter how much I bled.
Better to bleed. Better to scar and have something to remember this moment by forever.
The moment I felt something other than numbness.
Something behind my stepbrother’s eyes hardened. He grabbed my throat, then slammed into me with one swift, punishing punch of his hips.
For a moment, I saw God. Then I felt a squeezing pressure around my throat.
He was choking me.
Titus leaned in, filling my field of sight like a dark vision. “Don’t make a sound,” he instructed. “The garage door is open, so unless you want all the monsters of Bishop to come see me balls deep in my new baby sister, keep your goddamn mouth shut.”
I couldn’t keep it in. His words sent my mind into a blur of unhinged, lustful thoughts while his body stirred my insides. I moaned, low and deep.
He stabbed me with a glare, which was more ravenous than disapproving, and leaned back with a growl-like grumble. He stuck his hand in his pocket to extract my ruined panties and, before I could protest, shoved them into my mouth.
He began to thrust into me, his movements off-kilter and frantic. I lifted my head to see his sculpted back, muscles flexing beneath his tight-fitting t-shirt, and his ass thrusting into the cradle of my thighs. The scene was obscene, and would probably be seared into my mind forever.
I came with a scream. It was muffled by the panties, but not enough for Titus’s satisfaction. He covered my mouth with his hand, some of his fingers covering my eyes and giving me a half-obscured view of him as he fucked me with reckless abandon.
My stepbrother sagged forward, his hair spilling over my eyes to cover the rest of my vision. Riding out the tail end of my orgasm, the euphoria intensified. All my other senses heightened. His heart hammered against my chest, and his masculine grunts quaked in my ears.
He came, and the wet, gushing feeling of hot, sticky cum had my eyes widening. His hand dropped from my face, revealing an unguarded look that caught me off guard. “You’re so pretty when you come, Lore…” Titus’s voice trailed off as his gaze flicked up, caught by something outside.
“Fuck,” he muttered after a beat, voice dropping low. “Don’t make a fucking peep.”
There was the sound of heavy footsteps that stopped just outside the open garage door. “What are you doing?” Ezra Leeds demanded. By the sound of his voice, he was in front of the vehicle and could only view his son’s face from where he stood behind the truck’s tailgate. A couple of steps to the side, though, and Ezra would see my legs dangling over the end, clamped around Titus’s hips.
“Looking for something I left in the backrack,” he answered in a bored tone, gesturing to the toolbox mounted at the top of the truck bed.
