“I don’t care that you’re barely awake,” I murmured. “I’m still going to fuck your tight cunt and cover your thighs with my cum.”
She stirred slightly, a frown on her lips. “Row… I can’t—”
“A deal’s a deal, little sis,” I groaned.
My cock pulsed, and I pulled out quickly, wrapping my fingers around it just in time for the pearly strands to coat her thighs. I kept stroking myself long after I was empty, admiring the way her skin glistened with the mess we’d made.
She didn’t move when I stood; she just turned on her side and curled up like she was in bed. Her breathing was soft and even, eyelids fluttering like she’d fallen asleep.
I watched her for another minute. The rise and fall of her chest. The way her lips parted slightly. This was how she was always meant to be—wrecked, ruined, and all mine.
I tucked myself into my pants and gathered her in my arms. Her head dropped to my shoulder, her breath warm and tickling my neck.
I carried her back home in silence. She was out cold, her body trusting me despite her heart wanting to hate me.
She could hate me tomorrow.
Because tonight, she’d sleep in my bed, infusing my sheets with her scent while my arms wrapped around her, our legs tangled together, just as it was meant to be.
In the morning, ready or not, she’d be forced to admit she was exactly where she belonged.
Next to me.
My eyelids were so heavy, it took actual effort to open them. I blinked until the morning light stopped burning my eyes and froze.
Dark blue, bare walls. An empty desk in the corner. The faint scent of leather and cedar.
My stomach twisted.
I wasn’t in my room.
Panic filled my chest, but before I could sit up, an arm locked tightly around my midsection and yanked me back until I collided with solid muscle.
“Where do you thinkyou’re going?”
His voice was low, thick with sleep, like he’d just been dragged out of a dream.
Rowen.
Despite my disdain for him, his words still managed to creep down my spine, awakening a need I shouldn’t have felt. His heat seeped into my skin, his cock, already hard, pressing against my ass like it had every right to be there.
I hated the way my body reacted to him, the way my thighs clenched and my nipples hardened when his breath hit my neck. Shame washed over me as I shifted against him, just enough to taunt him.
Or maybe punish myself?
He groaned and rolled his hips into mine. “Dangerous game you’re playing there,” he murmured. “I can give you a proper good morning if that’s what you need.” His teeth grazed my neck, and my body erupted in goosebumps.
His hand slid over my stomach, down between my thighs, until he was pressing a finger inside me. He paused when he felt the slick mess.
“Fuck, Av,” he murmured against my neck.
I don’t know why he was so shocked. The bastard knew exactly what he did to me, how my body would betray me even if I begged it not to.
I cursed under my breath when his finger moved just right and turned to face him.
Big mistake.
His hair was messy, his forest-green eyes heavy with sleep and dark with lust. He looked at me—intome—like I was the one entrapping him and not the other way around. The corner of his mouth was pointing just enough to reveal a smirk, and I wanted to slap him and kiss him all at once.
