“Titus. More. Please. H-harder.”
Fucking hell. She was having a sex dream…one featuring me, by the sound of it. My two halves went to war. Part of me was horrified for her. She was supposed to be scared of me so she’d leave to someplace, anyplace, that wasn’t here.
Then there was the other half of me—the darker side of my being—that wanted to devour her. And that part of me always won.
Slowly pulling my boxers down, my erection sprung free. The metal of my piercing knocked against my teeth as I bit down on my tongue to keep myself from groaning when her warm breath hit the tip of my dick.
There was a tickle of coolness when a bead of pre-cum pearled on my tip, and her sweet little moans fanned over my throbbing heat.
The remnants of my self-control snapped into tiny pieces.
Spitting on my cock, I smeared my saliva over it with a few strokes of my fist. Touching myself had never felt this good. I’d fucked a couple of the female devils in town before, but somehow jerking off in my own hand to the sight of my stepsister’s pretty body was the elite experience.
I worked slowly, forcing myself to pace each stroke and enjoy the moment. It was a dangerous, fucked-up little game. Any moment she could wake up and find a devil standing over her, stroking himself inches from her open mouth.
“Titus. Please,” she mewled so pathetically, with a douse of desperation lacing her plea. That was enough for me to tip over the edge and explode with a growl that I had to bite back. Jerking my hips, I positioned myself so my cock was right over her open mouth, and I watched the white liquid dribble onto her tongue.
“Take it all for me, sweet little lamb,” I said in a whisper so soft I doubt she’d be able to hear me, even if she were awake.
Gently, I pressed my fingertips to the underside of her chin and tipped her face so she was at a better angle. My heart slammed against my ribs when she swallowed—fuckingswallowed.
I was still gushing when her mouth sealed for a beat, and a string of cum streaked across her pert lips.
Fuck me dead.
I knew right then that my new stepsister was going to throw a major wrench in my plans of playing the long game of betraying my father and his cult. Because this little lamb was due for slaughter in a matter of days. And, without a trace of doubt, I would do anything to keep her out of the Jersey Devil’s clutches. If scaring her into leaving on her own accord wasn’t going to work, I’d drag her kicking and screaming out of Bishop if I had to.
But not without taking a thing or two from her first for the damn trouble of it.
I wanted to tear her pussy open and feast on her blood. Her screams. Then, when she came around me, I’d claim her soul.
And I’d never let it go.
Chapter Six
Lore
Theonlythingthatscared me about Titus Leeds was how badly I wanted him.
Which was stupid. From the moment I saw him working in his garage, covered in grease and tattoos, that intense scar running across half his face, I could practically taste the angst and violence radiating off him.
He might as well have had a giant sign flashing over his head reading: Danger. Do Not Touch.
But curiosity was eating away all my common sense. There was something about him that wasn’t…human. It sounded crazy, but as a girl who was an avid fan of the paranormal, maybe it wasn’t. Aside from the romance novels, there was a part of me that believed in ghosts and spirits, despite what I’d told Titus. So if those things existed, why not other supernatural creatures?
That tongue wasn’t normal. Thing was, neither was I. Instead of freaking out, like any other person would, I couldn’t stop imagining what a tongue like that could do.
I shivered in dark ecstasy as my hand slid down my tummy and under the silk pajama pants I’d slipped on. My fingertip found my clit, and I bit back a moan. I contemplated not holding in the noise. Maybe he’d come back…
Holy crap. What was I thinking? Why did I want him to come back? He was an asshole! A total bully. He was also my stepbrother.
Damn. I was mostly into paranormal romance novels, but I’d read a few taboo stepbrother books in my time. I almost regretted obtaining that kind of kink, now that it was more applicable to my life than I ever thought it would be.
If only I’d known my mom was going to remarry a guy with a son who fit the stepbrother demographic perfectly. Mean. Sexy as fuck. Brutally mysterious. Big, fat secrets the size of his ego…and maybe another part of him.
I wanted to crack Titus open and spill out all his secrets. What was his problem with me? What was this magnetic attraction between us? What was he hiding about Bishop? And the biggest question of all—what was he?
I was going to find out. It was going to be hard, though, with the sudden distance he seemed to insist on keeping between us. There was some sort of ominous chemistry attracting us toward one another, and I felt him pulling away before we crashed headfirst into each other. I wanted his hands on me, even if it was just to pick up my broken pieces after I collided headfirst into the devastation that was Titus Leeds.
