I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his before I could think better of it. My hands fisted his t-shirt, unsure whether to pull him close or push him away. I closed my eyes like I could trick myself into forgetting just who he was and what he’d done to me for a few moments.
He let me have the lead for a second.
Onesecond.
Then, he shoved two fingers inside me and moved to hover over my body, pinning me under him. His lips were brutal, unforgiving, as he took over. His tongue forced its way in, finding mine and forcing it to submit, proving his point all over again.
I was his.
My mouth was sore from last night, but Rowen didn’t care. He punished me with his lips, demanding more of me. He moved his hips in time with his fingers, grinding his cock along my thigh.
I hated how easily he stole my breath, how I moaned into his mouth, how fast he reminded my body who it craved.
He pulled down his boxers before pushing my knees to my chest. Then, he lined himself up with my entrance and thrusted forward, filling me in one motion, ripping me apart.
“Fuck… Rowen…” I panted. “I’m so sore.”
He stayed put, buried deep, eyes burning into mine. “You can take it, Avery.”
And I wanted to.
Then, his phone rang.
He didn’t even pull out; he just grinned as he grabbed it and pressed a finger to his lips like we were part of some sick joke. “Be very quiet, kitten,” he warned, sliding out and back in just enough to make me clench around him. “Unless you want someone to find out you’re a filthy slut who likes her stepbrother’s cock.”
I started to protest, to tell him to get off me and take the call somewhere else, somewhere where I wasn’t on the brink of an orgasm just by being stretched around him.
“Hey, Dad,” he answered with a devious smile, eyes locked on mine like he wanted to watch me squirm.
He continued his slow, shallow thrusts, not caring who was on the other end of the call. I had to bite down on my lip to keep myself from moaning.
“Yeah, it’s been fine here. Just working from home for the week. How’s the trip?”
My body was fucking shaking—not from fear, but from the growing need he refused to let die. His free hand moved over mybody, stopping to roll my nipple between his fingers, chuckling softly when my mouth opened on a silent gasp.
“Really?” Another pause. “That’s great. I’ll tell Avery. You guys deserve a few extra days.” He was so damn casual, but I was one right move away from breaking. “Yeah, no problem. See you when you guys get back.” He pressed the screen and tossed his phone to the floor.
That was when it hit me.
They would eventually come back.
And then what? How would we hide what we’d become?
Rowen moved faster.
“Wait,” I choked out. “Stop.”
He stopped immediately. When he dragged me into his lap, I buried my face in his shirt, breathing in his smell, letting it wash over me and calm my erratic heart.
“What’s wrong?”
By the time I sat back up to look at him, my eyes were wet with unshed tears. His jaw flexed in response.
“We can’t do this,” I whispered, hating the way my voice cracked. “We have to stop before we ruin everything.”
His hand came up to my cheek, catching a tear. “You don’t mean that,” he said, more calmly than I’d been expecting, which only irritated me further.
He was delusional, thinking this would actually work. We were family, and our parents would kill us if they found out. Rowenacted as if this was normal, like everything would be fine, but we were far from it.
