Chapter 27 - Avery
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 think you’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—into me—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.
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.
One second.
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 my body, 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. Rowen acted as if this was normal, like everything would be fine, but we were far from it.
We were fucked in the head for falling into each other this way.
“I do.” I pulled away from him. “I still hate you, Rowen. I hate everything you’ve done—everything we’ve done. I hate it.”
Rowen’s expression darkened, and my heart squeezed. We both knew I was lying. Though sore and aching, we both knew my body yearned for him. His arm tightened around me, holding me in place.
“Hate me all you want, Avery,” he said softly. “But I can’t let you go. I won’t.”
He laid me on the bed and pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, claiming kiss. Then, he kissed my jaw, my neck, all the way down my body until he was between my legs, gazing at me, then my aching core.
His tongue pressed against me, spreading me as he took a slow, deep taste.
And I didn’t fight him.
I didn’t want to.