Silks: A Taboo Kentucky Derby Romance

Chapter 10 （Ophelia）

Chet was totally uselessto me and also a bad kisser, and that was never more obvious than when my twin came bursting through the door.

Teddy walked directly up to him and grabbed Chet by the throat, slamming his head up against the wall.

Chat made some kind of weak-ass swing at my brother and lord, I didn’t even think I could strategically fuck anyone who was that weak.

“Get out,” Teddy said, and I had never heard that tone of voice from him before.

“You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you,” he said, and Chet scuttled out the doorway without another word.

I started to scream then, as loudly as I could, but Teddy advanced on me.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he said, but his eyes were bright.

I took a step to go around him, but my brother blocked it. I tried a step in the opposite direction, and he blocked me there, too.

“What has gotten into you?” I cried. “You’re acting like a fucking psycho!”

He took a step closer to me, boxing me in.

“Do you really not know?” he asked, a muscle working in his jawline.

“Know what?” I shrieked, yanking a lamp out of the socket in the wall and trying to hit him with it.

Teddy grabbed it easily and tossed it aside.

I jumped as it crashed into the wall and he grabbed both my hands, pulling them behind his back and trapping them there.

Somehow for some stupid reason I hadn’t expected for him to be this strong.

His force was something that happened to other people, and I shivered to think what he could do to me now.

“Did you really never guess?” he asked, and I was about to shriek again that I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, when, in one shattering moment, I registered the feel of his thick, big cock on my stomach.

And brothers were absolutely not supposed to be this fucking hard.

And then I knew.

I started to scream, but he bent down and kissed me.

When guys in Chicago kissed you all horned up, you could tell they were trying to get to pussy as fast as they could. But not my brother. He kissed me like I had the antidote to fucking poison, like I was the fucking Holy Grail.

His mouth was hard and urgent on mine, his hands trapping me tightly against his body as he devoured me.

My body was smashed under his as he crushed me against him, helpless to resist his lips and tongue.

Teddy’s hips shoved me up against the wall, and my back hit it with a little jolt, my nipples tightening unwillingly against my dress at the contact, how his broad chest pressed on mine.

He dropped my arms to stroke at my mouth.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he said against my lips, his tongue teasing me, trying to plunge deeper, tangle with mine.

“No,” I tried to grit out, but his fingers were on my jaw, slowly but inexorably pulling it gently open so he could press his tongue inside.

He tasted wrong and dark, his tongue too eager, too possessive.

“Oh, Ophelia, you taste so sweet,” he groaned. “You’re so perfect, sister.”

The terror pulsed through me.

“Is this some kind of joke?” I cried, trying to shove Teddy away now that my arms were free, but he was so big, so powerful.

“No,” he said, and he couldn’t tear himself away from my mouth, cupping my face to kiss me deeper, longer, harder.

“I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“Stop!” I cried.

“I can’t stop,” he rumbled against my mouth, my ear, my throat. I felt a flush of heat go through me, and I ripped at the pocket square in his powder blue suit, tearing it out, and trying to get some leverage, somewhere, to escape from him.

But I couldn’t.

He cupped one of my heavy breasts in his hand, groans ripping from his throat.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Ophelia. So goddamn long. You don’t know how I’ve tried to fight wanting you.”

“You’re not fighting it at all,” I panted, trying to kick at my brother, wriggle out of his grip.

“Not fight it?” he growled, his hands tightening on me, shoving a leg between my thighs. “I’ve fought it for as long as I can remember. I can’t do it any longer.”

With a swift motion, he kicked my legs out from under me and flipped me back onto the bed. Then he knelt down on the end of the mattress, his eyes on me as he tore his suit jacket off. I started to sit up and he crawled on all fours on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked.

He didn’t put his hand over my mouth, and I remembered belatedly that these were the crew cabins tucked far away down a hallway and wouldn’t be in use during the Steamboat Race. And the partying would be way too loud to hear anything either.

So I saved my energy for fighting him, trying to get him off me. But the harder I shoved the tighter he held me.

“I can’t stop,” he said, his hands sliding down my legs as he pulled my panties down my struggling hips.

My brother kissed me with a feverish, frenetic urgency that sent a chill down my spine.

When I tried to scream, his tongue was instantly plunging into my mouth, his groans filling the cabin as he tasted me. It was like he was trying to steal my taste, my skin, my spit for himself.

“What has gotten into you, psycho?” I cried, feeling real panic now.

His brilliant blue eyes gleamed at me in the dim of the cabin, the bed creaking under my brother’s weight.

“You,” he said. “Always you, Ophelia. You leaving made me fucking crazy. You belong with me. Not in Chicago.”

And I knew when I saw his face that he was going to fuck me.

I tried to tighten my thighs, squeezing my naked pussy together, then putting my hands on his belly to shove him away, but it wasn’t enough.

He reached down and I heard a zip. Then his hands were caging my head, cupping my face.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby,” he growled in my ear. “All I want is to make you happy.”

Then he shoved a knee between my trembling thighs and sunk his cock in me with one sharp thrust of his hips.

I yelped with the unpleasant realization that he wasn’t joking about his cock.

Either he was fucking huge or I was tight as a drum, because I couldn’t help whimpering at his size.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You feel incredible. The way your cunt is gripping my cock, shit.”

I had always been a firm believer in “it doesn’t matter what the size is,” but that was before my brother stuck his big dick in me. He was so long and thick that he totally filled me, my cunt stretching to accommodate him in a way that sent heat rushing to my core.

I tried to dig my heels into the bed, arch my back to give myself some breathing room, but his cock was so big I wasn’t able to.

“You’re taking me so good,” my brother breathed in my ear. “You feel perfect, Ophelia.”

I wanted to choke out with angry rage, but the way his cock drew me up from the bed made it difficult to speak.

He thrust in me with long, urgent strokes, his groans loud in my ear as my heart pounded in my chest.

My brother acted like he couldn’t stop, ripping at my stupid dress with his teeth, tearing the thin fabric to get to where my breasts strained at the bodice.

Teddy ran a tongue around the curve, plunged into my cleavage, licked up the side until he circled my nipple, unwilling heat pounding to my chest and between my legs.

I was forced to lie there and take every fucking inch of him.

He bit down on my breast, sucking the mark viciously, making me yelp in surprise, and I could hear his breathing ragged and loud.

“Shit fuck,” he said, and I felt him try to stop, saw his eyes tighten shut, but then with a great shudder and loud groan, he released inside me, thrusting so hard my hips were jerked up and down as he filled me with hot waves of cum.

I whimpered a bit as his bite mark throbbed. My head felt like it swam.

“Well, at least that didn’t take too long,” I said when he was done, trying to infuse as much scornful mockery as I could into my voice, regain some control. I was going to ignore the fact that there was a painful throbbing sensation in my pussy too.

“Now get off me, you weigh like a thousand pounds.”

My brother was breathing hard.

“I’m not done, baby girl,” he said.

“You didn’t even use a condom, dumbass,” I said.

“No condoms with you,” my twin grunted, his mouth down again, licking a heated line up my throat.

“I’m done!” I cried, trying to shove him off me. “Stop!”

But Teddy didn’t stop.

He sat up, but dragging me with him, and pulling me down onto his lap as he fell back into a chair by the table.

I grabbed fistfuls of his thick blonde hair, then yanked at the buttons on his shirt, trying to strangle him with his tie, managing to get halfway off his dick as I wiggled wildly.

“Oh no,” Teddy said. “You’re not getting away from me, Ophelia.”

With one hand he held my waist tight, with the other he forced me slowly over his dick.

My pussy was already stinging from his size, and I tried to get some purchase with my feet, pushing against the legs of the chair.

But my brother would not be denied, grinding me all the way down until my ass hit his big thighs and he was fully inside me.

He licked where he had bitten me.

“Ouch,” I complained.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, licking where he had bitten until it was a throb in my pussy and I felt wetness begin to run down my thighs.

Oh fuck, I was not going to let my asshole brother make me come, but he took my hips in both hands and began to rotate me over his cock.

That steady, grinding motion rubbed on my clit, and I realized with a start that pressure was twisting inside me, heat rising and pounding through in my core. Teddy looked down with a grunt of pleasure to see our bodies connecting.

“Oh god, Ophelia, you take me so perfectly,” he groaned. “Sweet tight cunt. It’s perfect for me.”

My breath didn’t feel quite steady as I watched him, my eyes feeling heavy-lidded and the need to release beginning to pluck at me.

His big hands moved me easily, putting me right where he wanted me, but I could see his chest heave too.

I had a vicious desire to outlast him, make sure he didn’t get the satisfaction of making me come.

I ripped at his hair and there was barely a wince in my psycho twin’s face.

“Hurt me,” he said, his eyes fucking feral and bright. “Nothing could hurt worse than you leaving me.”

“You are going to come first,” I cried petulantly, biting my lip so I didn’t betray myself with any sounds. “I can tell. You’re going to lose it.”

He bent forward and pulled my heavy breast from the curved bodice of the gown, groaning to feel it in his hand.

“I’ll just keep going until you come,” he said, capturing my nipple in his mouth and then moving his hand down to where our bodies connected.

My head fell back when he found my clit, already straining and flushed.

Shit, fuck, I didn’t know if I could outlast him now. The heat built in pulsing flames, twisting the pressure in my pussy to an unbearable tightness. But still I didn’t want to come, tightening my eyes, trying to fight it, but a little moan and then a whimper escaped my mouth.

“Come for me,” Teddy gritted out. “I want it, Ophelia.”

I tried to shove him away, but it didn’t even have an effect on him.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he said, his voice rough and broken.

He must be fighting his own release, and if I could just hold on for a few more seconds I could win. . .

But I couldn’t, his big finger had a rough tip, suddenly making the ball of pressure tighten so painfully that I cried out loudly with the agony and then hit my peak, his hands forcing me to ride the sweet bliss, drag out my pleasure as he immediately released inside me, the cum filling me again, so wet and slick where our bodies connected, tying us together in my brother’s depraved and sick obsession with me.

I didn’t want to, but I slumped against him as he released me, my hair sticky and wet on my neck, the place where he had bitten me throbbing with the pain of his mark.

I had come for my brother.

My cheeks burned and I was cold with horror.