Chapter 28 - Rowen
She was shaking, and I’d barely begun.
For once, her knees fell open without an ounce of protest. She was finally giving in to her wants, her desires, and there was no way I’d pass up on this opportunity.
“You taste so fucking good.” I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she shifted. “I want this every morning, Av. You. In my bed. Naked. Splayed out for me like a breakfast bar.”
“They’ll find out,” she said quietly, already fading into a lustful haze.
I didn’t answer her with my words. I licked and nipped up one thigh and down the other, slow and firm, enjoying the way her breathing grew a little faster with each inch of skin I claimed.
“They’ll know, Rowen,” she said again, reminding us of the forbidden tangle we’d created.
I lifted my head enough to catch her gaze. “Let them.”
My arms curled under her thighs, hands hooking around her to hold her steady. She was so wet, she was dripping onto my bed, despite the shame and fear trying to creep in and convince her this was wrong. Her body would always want me.
“You think I give a fuck about what they think?” I said, kissing either side of where she wanted me, making her squirm. “I’ve wanted you for so long. You really think there’s anything that could stop me now?”
Her hips jerked when I ran my tongue over her slit, shallow and teasing. She cried out in frustration, her hands digging into the sheets like she was keeping herself from pushing me away.
She wouldn’t get the chance.
I buried my face in her cunt, licking her like she was my final meal, groaning as her taste exploded in my mouth. She wriggled, but my hands held her right where she was. I wasn’t about to give this up.
“You’re shaking,” I said between licks, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You gonna come on your stepbrother's tongue?”
“Rowen…”
I flattened my tongue against her clit then sucked it into my mouth. She jumped and moaned with a desperation few people would ever understand.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” I pushed a finger inside her, her pussy clenching instantly, begging for more.
“I don’t care if they find out.” I slid another finger inside and curled, finding the sweet spot that made her back arch.
“Let them find out. Let them walk through that door and see what a little slut you are for the stepbrother you loathe.”
Her head shook back and forth as I dove back in, sucking her clit into my mouth, working her with my fingers.
She was so damn close.
“Scream my name.”
“Rowen!” she gasped as her body stiffened.
Her pussy gushed as she moaned my name over and over. With each wave of her orgasm, she drenched the bed and soaked my face.
I pulled my fingers from her and kissed her clit before crawling up her body to get a look at my beautiful mess, looking dazed and fucked-out as she tried to catch her breath.
“Who knew my slutty stepsister was a squirter?”
That brought her back to reality, and embarrassment reddened her cheeks as she covered her face.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh my God…”
I pulled her hands from her face, laughing. “That was so fucking hot.” I wiped my chin on my shirt for her sake before claiming her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue inside, forcing her to taste herself.
Her face was scrunched up when I leaned back. “Rowen!”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I assured her. “I keep thinking I can’t find you any sexier, and you keep proving me wrong.” She let out a little breath when my lips kissed her forehead. “I kind of want to go back down there and make you do it again.”
Her eyes widened when I started to descend, and she grabbed my shoulders. “No!”
I chuckled at her flustered state and pulled my boxers down to release my cock, positioning myself at her core again.
“Wait,” she said suddenly.
I stilled when her fingers found the hem of my shirt, but I caught her wrist and pinned it beside her head before she could strip it off herself.
“I don’t need to be naked to fuck you,” I said in a low voice, brushing my lips against her jaw.
Her eyes narrowed. “Why can’t I see you?”
Instead of answering her, I kissed her, deep and rough, laced with all the secrets I wasn’t quite ready to give her. Just as I predicted, her body arched into mine, needing me back inside.
But then, she turned her head to the side, creating enough room for her to say, “What’re you hiding?”
My jaw clenched, and I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“I’m not hiding anything, Avery,” I said as I guided my cock back to her entrance, dragging the tip over her clit, making her gasp.
“I’m protecting you.” Her eyes gave away her lack of trust. “You don’t want to know how deep my obsession for you runs.
You have no idea the hold you’ve had on me, the way I’ve coped, what I’ve become. ”
I pressed the head of my cock into her, not waiting for her permission, not needing it.
“You think what we have is fucked up now?” I licked her jaw. “You haven’t seen the half of it. The ink. The scars. The way I carved you into my skin before you were ever mine.”
Her chest was shaking, eyes wide, searching, untrusting. She stared at me like she was waiting for me to tell her I was kidding, like she wanted to believe I was lying.
But I didn’t lie.
Not with her.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I sat back on my knees, her legs still open around me. “You want to see me?”
She nodded after a moment.
Slowly, I peeled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes left mine instantly, dropping, caught between cautiousness and curiosity.
I knew the moment it hit her, because her breath hitched.
“You got my…” Her hand covered her mouth, and she pointed at my chest with the other. “That’s my name, Rowen.”
Avery.
Right over my heart. Permanently scripted. A constant reminder of who I’d always belonged to, no matter how hard I tried to let her go.
My chest and stomach were covered in ink, and hidden among the designs were tattoos I’d gotten specifically for her. Symbols. Dates she’d remember if she thought hard enough.
Like the first day I saw her.
The day I left, when I realized I was hopelessly in love with her.
The day I took her innocence in the maze.
She sat up and reached out, fingers shaking as they brushed across the thick, dark lines over my heart. “I can’t believe you tattooed my name on you.”
“I branded myself,” I said, watching her face. “You were already under my skin; I just had to make it permanent.”
She didn’t move or say a word, not even when I grabbed her hand and pressed it flat over her name.
“This is why I never took my shirt off around you.” I softened my tone for my next words. “I didn’t want to scare you. I wasn’t sure you could handle seeing it.”
She swallowed, her body still trembling.
“Avery?”
She looked at me with wide, unreadable eyes then looked back down at my chest. “What’s this one for?” She was pointing to a small octopus just under my pec.
“Your favorite animal.”
She shook her head in disbelief as her finger fell just below the animal, where the word ‘mine’ was scrawled out. “That’s my handwriting,” she said slowly.
I nodded once.
It even had a small heart for the dot of the ‘i’ she used. I’d gotten it from a sticky note she’d placed on a tub of cheesecake filling in the fridge years ago.
“This is so fucked up.”
She had no idea.
Her eyes darted lower to my ribs, and her lips parted on a soft cry.
Halfway down my ribs were slash marks, dozens of them, some more faded than others—years of self-inflicted punishment.
“What are those?”
I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay still as she ran her fingers over the ridges, touching the deepest, darkest part of my soul I could possibly offer her.
“I’ve been obsessed with you for a long time, longer than you know. It was the only way to convince my body all those thoughts and feelings were bad.” She met my eyes. “It was the way I kept myself from you. Every thought, every dream… another slash.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Oh my… Rowen…”
“This was my newest addition,” I told her, changing the subject, not wanting to dwell on the wreck I was without her.
I moved her hands and pointed at the tattoo on my other side.
A kitten mask. Just like the one she was wearing the night in the maze, when everything changed.
“You’re insane,” she whispered, but there was a hint of a smile.
I grabbed her throat, forced her chin up, and brushed my mouth against hers. “Only for you.”
“This is not normal. This isn’t love. This is—”
“It’s devotion.”
She didn’t get the chance to respond because I lunged for her, crashing my lips to hers, pushing her back onto the bed, grinding my hips against hers.
“You love it too, Av. Don’t lie to me. You know seeing your mark on me satisfied some deep, depraved need, knowing someone is this fucking obsessed with you.” I kissed her slowly. “You’re just as fucked up.”
“Fuck you,” she rasped, but the poison she usually used with me was nowhere to be found. “You’re the one who ruined me. I wouldn’t have done any of this if you hadn’t been there that night.”
“I know,” I growled. “And I will keep ruining you until you’re ready to admit you’ve always belonged to me.” I kissed her. “Because I’ve always belonged to you.”