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Putting some distance between us, his eyes burning with desire, he leans in and says into my ear, “Liar.”

Nick moves his mouth over the column of my throat and a gasp escapes me.

This is so wrong. And it feels so good. I need to stop him, but I can’t bring myself to. I’m mad, angry, jealous… and I crave him so much at the same time.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, voice hoarse.

I lift my chin and say nothing, daring him with my gaze.

“Fuck,” he groans, moving one hand on my side to unzip my dress.

I’m not wearing a bra. The dress is backless and—well—I don’t really wear bras anyway. I like my boobs. They’re the perfect size, and I can wear anything I want without one.

Holding my gaze, he lets the dress fall to my waist. Then his eyes trail over my bare chest, and I inhale sharply at the look in his eyes—desire, disbelief, hunger.

“Fucking hell, Sierra. We can’t come back from this. I’ll never see you as Liam’s baby sister, and you’d better be okay with it.”

He buries his face into my chest, lips wrapping around a nipple, and I moan, letting my head fall back.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve been hard ever since I had you in my arms at my parents' house. I jerked off at the thought of you so many times it’s embarrassing.”

His admission catches me off guard, making me lose my balance, his hand on my back the only thing keeping me up.

With his mouth on my breasts, he unzips my dress completely, letting it fall to my feet.

“I won’t be able to stop if you let me take this any further. So please, tell me to stop now,” he begs, sliding his hand from my stomach to my thighs, stopping between my legs.

I’m so turned on, I can’t form words. My panties are soaked, and I need him to make me come. I’m desperate for his touch.

He brings his hand to my center and starts to massage my clit over the panties. I shiver and moan at the same time, making him laugh at my body’s response to his touch.

“You’re so mesmerizing when you’re turned on. It’s fucking enticing.”

I run my hands through his hair and pull while he drops to his knees in front of me.

Oh, God.

“You want to come, baby? I need to hear you say it.”

I’m about to respond when his phone beeps on the kitchen island. I glance at it and see a message.

Jessica Sex Club: If you’re up for a good time, call me. I might forgive you for how you treated me and let you do bad things to me again.

And just like that, a cold shower runs over me. Embarrassed and heartbroken, I pull his head away from me before he has a chance to move my panties aside and say with anger, “Don’t you dare touch me again.”

With that, I collect my dress from the floor and storm past him as the first tears start to fall from my eyes.

TWELVE

Nick

Tapping my fingers on the kitchen island, I look at my phone, wondering if I should go to her room and explain I don’t even know who “Jessica Sex Club” is.

Why do I have her number? I don’t remember her.

It’s been an hour since she left me on my knees on the floor, and it took me a minute to understand what was going on. I was afraid I’d crossed a line she wasn’t ready to cross with me.

When I saw the message, I felt like an idiot. I really regret my past decisions in this moment.