My eyes shot open, only to be forced shut again when his cock pushed inside me, like he couldn’t wait another second.
“Eyes on me,” he said, stopping once he was seated fully, leaving my pussy clenching around him, wishing he’d move. “I want you to stare into your stepbrother's eyes as he makes you come again.”
I wasn’t fast enough for him, so he pinched one of my nipples extra hard until we were glaring at each other.
He didn’t say anything—he just smirked and braced his hands on either side of me before making me gasp with another brutal thrust. The air caught in my throat as my body acted on its own, arching to meet him.
There was no more running. All I could do now was feel every inch of him, every thrust a deliberate reminder of who’d won.
You’re mine now, Av.
Words were no longer needed, not when our bodies were doing all the talking. The way her back arched. The way her thighs shook around my hips. The way her eyes were half-open as she moaned and gasped.
She wanted me.
I thrusted deep, making her feel every inch, delighting in the way she fell apart beneath me. Her once heated glare was gone, replaced with need.
“You feel that?” I murmured, shifting until I was grinding deep and slow just to see her flinch. “That’s what surrender tasteslike. You can lie to yourself, to me… but you—” I thrusted roughly, savoring the cry that followed, “you were made for me to destroy.”
And I’d do it. Again and again. Until she begged for it.
She was quiet other than the little squeaks she was trying to swallow down. That was fine. Her body was saying everything. It didn’t care that she hated me, only that I was inside her.
I leaned down and kissed her chest. She mewled, and I grinned against her. Fuck, she was perfect like this, shaking under me like she didn’t know whether to moan or cry.
My tongue traced up from her chest to her neck until my lips were by her ear. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I picked up my pace until her fingers were digging into the ground and her thighs trembled.
“Please…” she begged without purpose, unsure whether she still wanted it to stop or was ready for more.
She was tight around me, on the edge of an explosion. I didn’t rush, though, because I was enjoying the view of watching her trying to hold herself together and failing miserably.
“Let go. Let yourself enjoy the way I feel inside you. It feels good, right?” As if in a trance, she nodded. “Stop fighting it. Don’t pretend you don’t love the way I fuck you. Like you aren’t squeezing my cock right this second.”
Her head fell to the side, and she let out a choked sound, like a moan and a sob got caught in her throat.
Giving herself to me was the last thing she wanted, but she’d give in whether she liked it or not.
I braced myself on one elbow and reached for the nape of her neck with the other. Once I had a grip in her hair, I made her look back at me. Her eyes were shut, but I didn’t care about that. I bit down on her bottom lip, knowing she was hanging by a thread.
“Don’t hold back. Stop trying to punish me. Take what you need. This one's for you, baby. Come on my cock. You can hate me tomorrow.” I dragged my tongue across her lips with a slow, possessive lick. “Forget who I am. Just focus on the way the cock inside you feels.”
That did it.
She seized under me, trembling as she cried out, high and helpless.
I watched her ride it out, watch her fall apart under me as her cunt milked my cock like she never wanted to let go.
I kissed her chest, her neck, her face and smiled.
Because I’d won.
And we both knew it.
When she finished, her body went limp, and her eyes remained closed.
It was my turn now. My thrusts turned erratic, desperate as I chased my own ending. I wasn’t far behind.
