Pain shoots through me.A good pain.The kind that reminds me I'm still human even when I feel like a horrible monster.I hiss and adjust roughly, forcing precum to smear inside my pants.Making a mess, marking myself with my own arousal for her.She watches every movement, eyes flicking from my face to my crotch and back.
After a few moments, it's as if she catches herself and tries to gain the upper hand once more.Not that she's ever had it.
"And you think it's my fault?"she finally screeches as she finds her voice."You shouldn't be here!"
"Really?"I counter."Then where should I be?Hmmm?Tucked away safely at home or at the fucking movies like you told our parents?"
"Right.Just like you were gonna go hang with the guys?"She makes a grand show of looking around the room before waving her free hand."Where are they?As far as I'm concerned, it's just us here.Not a dude bro in sight."
Anger and lust ricochet through my brain as I storm over to her."You know the difference between you and me?If I were to tell Robert or even my mom where I was going, they wouldn't bat an eye.I only said I was hanging with the boys to preserve my mother from the embarrassment of knowing I was going to fuck some omega's brains out.You, however, have absolutely no excuse for being here.Go.Call Robert.Tell him where you really are.See what he says or does.I'll wait."
Her face turns that alluring shade of red, but she says nothing.What can she say?She knows Robert will bring his cop friends and surround this place, demanding they give his "little girl" up.No way would she come out of this unscathed.
Again, her scent shifts.Distress spikes through, not enough to set off the alarms, but enough for me to be concerned.Underneath it, however, the part that keeps it from tipping the scales, is the faintest trace of slick arousal.
Even now, her body betrays her, pussy probably clenching at the threat of exposure.My nostrils flare as I drink it in.I can fucking smell it from here.Sweet, forbidden honey.My cock jerks in my pants like it recognizes the scent, like it needs to be coated in it.Despite the voices screaming in my head to stop, I step closer, looming over her, as heat rolls off between us in waves.
I should back up.I should leave the room, slam the door, and never look at her again.Instead I stay planted, close enough that her breath fans across my chest.Close enough to see the pulse hammering in her throat.Close enough to smell her slick, thick and sweet.Her eyes are glassy with anger, fear, and something else I refuse to name.
My cock throbs painfully against me, trapped between my pants and my thigh.Precum keeps leaking, slow and steady, soaking the fabric until I can feel the wet heat against my skin.Every heartbeat sends another drop sliding down, coating my thigh and making a mess.
She notices.Of course she notices.Her gaze drops again, lingers, fixated on the wet spot spreading across, then snaps back up.Her cheeks are on fire as if witnessing something she shouldn't be.And as my stepsister, she certainly shouldn't.
"Stop looking at it," I rasp.
"Then stop leaking everywhere," she fires back, voice shaking.
Fuck.The sass.The defiance.It makes me want to grab her by the hair and force her to her knees and show her just how it would feel to have me "leaking" all over her.To paint her face with cum, to mark her as mine.
I clench my fists so hard my nails bite into palms."You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."Anger and lust cloud my judgment, forcing me to lash out."So irresponsible of you," I hiss as I focus on the ramifications of her being here.Not just her being here withme."You know if he found out, you could kiss college goodbye.Or were you even thinking about your future?"
"Yes," she screams at me as tears glisten in her eyes."I was fucking thinking.I was thinking about how much I didn't want to be under his thumb.How much I wanted to make my own money so I could get my own place and not have to share one with you."
A small shaft of discomfort niggles its way into my heart."Is living with me so bad then?Would that not have been an even better solution than Robert stalking you all the time on campus?At least I would have fucking left you alone."
She laughs for a moment, a harsh, maniacal sound that makes my blood run cold."If you think he still wouldn't stalk me, you're stupid.I didn't peg you for being an idiot."
Her lower lip twitches as she stares up at me, all defiance and fury.I want to gather her into my arms.I long to convince her it will all be okay.But it won't.She's right.I'm not an idiot.It won't just stop with a shared location.
The comforter slips a fraction, exposing the swell of her breasts, nipples hard, pressed against the bra—peaked and nearly visible through the thin fabric.Is it from the cold air, fear, arousal, or some unholy amalgamation of all of it.
My gaze drops before I can stop it.Perfect handfuls, nipples I want to suck and bite.Perfect.Simply perfect.Mine if I wanted.The thought hits like a fist to the gut.I force my eyes back to her face, but it's too late.My cock throbs harder, precum gushing again, soaking through my pants, though a bit more insistent.
The vulnerability I see shining in her eyes is dangerous.It makes me want to scoop her into my arms and kiss her until she's smiling again.Makes me want to lay her down and fuck her until she forgets why she's upset.Fuck.Why does she have to be so tempting?
Turning my fury into something else, something tangible, I pull out my phone and bring up the lists she filled out."Didn't realize my stepsister was so experienced.Or does reading smut count?"
For a moment, her face pales as she scoots away from me."I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh yes, you fucking do.Don't lie to me, Lila.It doesn't become you."
I step closer again, crowding her between the bed and wall.Her back hits the smooth surface, and she gasps.Our scents collide in that moment.
Dark, heady dominance crashes over her sweet distress like a wave.My cock is so hard it hurts.My balls draw up until I swear they're going to be inside of me.Full and aching, desperate to empty inside her.
She notices.Dear fucking God, she notices.
Her eyes flick down again, then snap back up, cheeks turning an even brighter pink as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.Neither of us move.The room is thick with our combined scents as well as anger, shame, and forbidden want.I long to shove her back over that desk and make her pay for tempting me.I want to walk out and never look back.I do neither.I just stand there, breathing her in, waiting for her to break first.
