13. Sienna
Chapter 13
Sienna
When I shuffle into Luke’s enormous kitchen the next morning, the room is already filled with the delicious aroma of fried eggs and bacon. In front of the stove, a shirtless Luke flips strips of frying pork in a sizzling pan. But that’s not what stops me in my tracks.
Dozens of flowers are bundled in bouquets, some on the table, others on the counters. Roses, lilies, tulips. “What are those for?”
Luke gives me a half-smile. “You said ten dozen flowers would make you feel better.”
“That...” I can’t come up with sufficient words to thank him. Even if the flowers didn’t come from Ten, the gesture warms my heart. Just like when he knelt before me and kissed the bruises that dotted my bare skin. “That is...actually sweet. Thank you.”
“Don’t act so surprised. My last name is Valentine, after all.”
I can’t help but laugh at his cheesiness. “I won’t be able to fit them all in my dorm.”
He shrugs. “Leave some here; take some with you. They’re yours. Do what you want with them.”
“What am I supposed to tell people?” I skim a finger over a silky petal. My stepbrother bought me ten dozen flowers. How am I supposed to explain that?
He smirks. “Tell them any guy who thinks he has a shot with you better treat you as well as your stepbrother.”
I flush. Luke Valentine leaves me speechless more than anyone I’ve ever met. “I’ll send a bouquet home to Mom and leave some for Deb.”
“Go for it.” Luke nods at my clothes with a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Nice outfit.”
“I couldn’t find my dress.” I left it in my room after slipping on Luke’s jersey last night. But when I looked for it this morning to slip it back on, it was gone.
Part of me is relieved. After the way Luke looked at me last night when he saw me in that dress, if he saw me in it again this morning, he would’ve made me his breakfast.
I forgot to toss my underwear and his jersey in the dryer last night, so now I’m in the T-shirt and gym shorts I stole from his laundry. They’re ridiculously oversized, the shirt reaching past my butt and the shorts hitting my calves, but he somehow still eats me up the way he did when I showed up to join him in the hot tub.
“It’s in the trash.”
I frown. “Why?”
He flashes a wolfish grin. “You really want to know?”
God . What the hell did he do to it? I shake my head. “No, I really don’t.”
With his fork, he points at a few plates on the table. “We’ve got scrambled and fried eggs, and butter, jam, or peanut butter for toast. Take your pick. Bacon will be ready soon.”
Luke Valentine made breakfast for me. He bought me ten dozen flowers. My new stepbrother is making it difficult to keep pushing him away.
“You should put a shirt on,” I tell him. “The bacon fat could burn you.”
He winks at me. “Thanks, Doc.”
But he doesn’t leave his spot in front of the stove. I huff and collapse into a seat at the table with my back to him. If he’s going to walk around this house shirtless, then I simply won’t look at him. He obviously knows at this point that I have a thing for muscular men. But I won’t let him get to me.
Honestly, I’m shocked he didn’t try sneaking into my room last night. My bedroom door doesn’t have a lock, and I was certain that as soon as I got off the phone with Mom, he’d be sauntering in to fulfill his promise to share a bed with me. But he didn’t.
Somehow, I managed to sleep more peacefully than I have in months.
My phone buzzes with a text from Juliet.
Juliet
I slept so much better without your snoring!!!
“Asshole,” I grumble.
“What?” Luke sets the plate of bacon in front of me.
“You didn’t hear me snoring, did you?”
“Oh, that was you? I thought someone was running a chainsaw.”
I roll my eyes. “Ha ha.”
Without another word, Luke leaves the kitchen. Is he going to let me eat alone? A confusing mix of relief and disappointment stirs in my belly. I should be grateful he’s giving me space. It’s what I’ve been asking for since we found out we’re step-siblings.
But I can’t help the guilt that eats at me from our conversation in the hot tub last night. I asked him about how his father died and then about Chloe. Forced him to relive those painful memories. He told me about what happened to his dad, the heart-wrenching details of being at his father’s side as he took his final breath. Unable to save him. Unable to do anything for him. Asking about Chloe was pushing it. He avoided the question entirely, changing the subject to my sudden arrival.
Thank god Mom called. Nothing good will come from Luke finding out the truth.
Drool hits my bare foot. Beneath the table, Bud wags his tail and blinks adorable, big brown eyes at me. I laugh and slip a slice of bacon beneath the table. “Don’t tell Luke.”
“Don’t tell me what?”
I jump at his booming voice as he strides into the room. Seeing him barefoot in nothing but gray sweatpants makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.
He purposely left his sweats hanging low on his hips, proudly displaying the mouthwatering V that descends into his waistband. The Adonis belt. As a nursing major, I’ve been required to study male anatomy, and Luke Valentine is the best specimen I’ve ever seen.
I scramble for the orange juice in the middle of the table, tempted to drink from the jug but managing to pour a glass before chugging. “I shared my bacon with Bud.”
“Careful. If he likes you too much, he won’t let you leave.” Luke sets a laptop down on the table in front of him, propping it open. The screen prompts him for a password. “What do you think Mike’s password is?”
“Why are you trying to get into his laptop?”
“To dig up dirt,” he says simply.
At least he’s honest. I wish I could be as blunt and honest as he is. “I’m not helping you snoop on my father.”
Luke glares at me. “He screwed your mom over, didn’t he? Left her with a kid to take care of all on her own? Left her heartbroken. You think my mom deserves to go through that?”
Well, damn. That’s hard to argue with. My father may be trying to make amends now, but if Luke thinks he’s hiding something, I don’t want Deb getting screwed over. I don’t want her to go through what my mother has been going through for years.
“Click on the hint.” When he does, the hint prompts him to enter my birthday. I can’t help but smile that Dad made my birthday his password. “Oh, it’s?—”
Luke’s fingers fly across the keyboard, and he’s in, going straight to my father’s saved documents.
The back of my neck prickles. “How did you know my birthday?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and my mind whirls with all the possibilities until he finally says, “Just did a little light stalking.”
With access to my father’s laptop, Luke’s search keeps his attention. I stuff eggs and bacon into my mouth, trying to suppress the insane thoughts swirling in my head.
What if Luke is Ten? He knows my birthday; he knew my dad only sent me cards and called me on my birthday for years. They’re both into hockey, they share the same major, and both lost their dads. Our parents dated years ago, and he seemed weirdly interested in Ten but not jealous. He gave me the ten dozen flowers I wanted from Ten and a disposable camera when we met, days after I told Ten I wanted one, and the way he kissed my bruises that first night...it was like he already cared about me. Already knew me.
I shove the thought away. It’d be easy for him to find out my birthday, and plenty of hockey players plan to become kinesiologists or physical therapists. Lots of people lose a parent when they’re young, and my father told him about the cards and birthday phone calls. He gave me flowers and kissed my bruises because, despite his possessive streak, he’s also surprisingly sweet. And the disposable camera was nothing more than a coincidence—a cute, vintage wedding favor for the guests at our parents’ reception.
Ten lives in California. Hell, he has a phone number with a California area code. Besides, Luke would’ve told me he was Ten when we finally met. The odds of them being the same person are ridiculously low. I’m only imagining they are because I miss my friend. Nothing more than wishful thinking.
My phone buzzes, but it’s not Juliet this time. It’s not Mom or Dad either, and of course, it’s not Ten.
It’s Marcus.
This time, he’s included a photo with his message. My stomach drops.
A dark image that displays a line of knives and rope.
Unknown
I’ve got plans for you.
“Sienna? What’s wrong?” Luke asks.
Heart racing, I force a smile and tuck my phone into my shorts pocket. Luke’s pocket.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” I stand, stuffing a slice of bacon in my mouth even though I’ve lost my appetite and beelining out of the room. “I’m going to grab my stuff so you can take me back to campus. Juliet needs help studying.”
“Sienna!”
But I don’t stop. I can’t let him see the tears pooling. I can’t let anyone see Marcus break me. Not again.
Violet works behind the front desk in the library while I sit at a table across from Juliet. She’s working on a profile of a serial killer for one of her psychology classes, and I’ve never seen her work this hard on anything.
I love my best friend, but she disturbs me.
I snap a photo of her with my disposable camera. She narrows her eyes at it. “Where the hell did you get that?”
“Luke gave it to me during the reception.” I stuff it back into my bag, suddenly self-conscious. I have a camera built into my phone. There’s no reason for me to be carrying around a cheap camera and using it to take grainy, shitty photos.
“How was your weekend with your stepbrother, by the way?”
Thank god Juliet’s gaze drops back to her laptop screen so she doesn’t see me blush. “It was fine.”
When she goes back to typing notes, I pull out my phone. I start and stop five different messages to Ten. I don’t know what to say to him. That’s never happened before.
“Who are you texting?” Juliet asks.
“Ten.”
She lifts a pierced brow. “I thought you said he ghosted you.”
“He did.”
“And you’re still texting him?” She snatches the phone from my hand and scrolls up the wall of texts from me, all with no response. “I love you, but this is officially pathetic. Do I need to stage an intervention?”
I grab my phone back, shoving it into my bag. “I already know how pathetic it makes me look. And feel. But I can’t let him think I gave up on him. I can’t let him think I don’t care anymore.”
“Why not? He obviously doesn’t care about you.”
I flinch, but if there’s one thing I can count on Juliet to be, it’s honest. Even if her bluntness can sting.
“Why does it matter to you how he feels when he obviously doesn’t care how he’s making you feel? Do yourself a favor: stop texting him. You deserve better friends than that. That’s why you have me.”
Maybe she’s right. Ten could be ghosting me simply because he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. He could be waiting for me to finally get the hint—the same thing I did to my dad when I ignored his texts for months.
If he wanted to talk to me, he would. Just like my father did when he wanted to mend our relationship.
I have other friends. I have my family. So why am I still so hung up on Ten when he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore?
Juliet smirks and folds her hands under her chin. “And as your best friend, you have to tell me: did you fuck your stepbrother last night?”
My mouth falls open, and I reach across the table to smack her shoulder. “Juliet!”
“What?” She rolls her eyes. “Tell me you haven’t thought about fucking him.”
If she only knew the truth. Thank god she doesn’t. “If you think he’s so fuckable, why don’t you do it?”
Juliet shrugs, turning her attention back to her laptop. “Put in a good word for me and I will.”
A surprising twinge of disappointment buries itself in my chest. What if I set them up and Luke actually takes her up on it? I should be glad his attention would shift to someone else, someone who isn’t related to him, but I’m not anywhere near as relieved by the idea as I should be. “Will do. I’m going to head back to the dorm.”
Juliet nods. “I’m going to stay and keep working on this. Call security if I’m not back in the dorm by two. Or send your stepbrother to come rescue me.”
I can’t get Luke out of my head.
The memory of his fiery eyes when he dragged me away from Knox and the bar. How his bare chest and shoulders glistened under the moonlight while he waited for me in the hot tub. How those gray sweatpants hung on his hips while he made me breakfast. How I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him sneaking into my room to have his way with me.
When I curl up in bed for the night, my thighs clench together, trying to relieve the persistent, dull ache between them.
He’s my stepbrother. Even if we didn’t grow up together, I shouldn’t want him. Our parents are married. We’ll attend the same family reunions and holiday parties. There’s no future in which Luke and I can be fuck buddies while our parents are married. Especially not when my stay at Diamond University hinges on my father and stepmother letting me live here.
But the horny part of my brain is fully ignoring the rational part tonight. Even if logic tells me I shouldn’t want Luke, that I should stay as far away from him as I can, my libido screams otherwise.
After thirty minutes of tossing and turning, alternating between chills and sweats as the memories of our night in the hotel room plague my mind, I give up and grab my phone. I find one of my favorite smutty audiobooks and navigate to the chapter in which they bang in the bathtub. Not sure I would let Luke shove my head underwater while he fucks me, but I’d definitely let him do everything else.
I grab my vibrator and push it down my pajama bottoms. As the sultry voice of the narrator fills my ears, I crank up the pressure on my vibrator, the drone nearly drowning out the audiobook.
Pleasure zips through my clit and down to my toes. Even as I try to concentrate on the story, Luke’s face keeps popping up.
We’re the ones in the bathtub. He’s taking his time massaging me. Kneading my erect nipples, sinking his thumbs into the knots at my shoulders, slipping his fingers between my slippery thighs.
Then he’s instructing me to get on my hands and knees. I do as he says, the water sloshing, my bare ass cool outside the warm embrace of the bath water. But not for long as his huge hands rise to caress my cheeks.
Until he’s nudging his hard cock at my entrance?—
The door creaks open.
I gasp, sitting straight up in the darkness and fumbling to simultaneously turn off my vibrator and the audiobook.
Shit . Juliet is back.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god . Even if we’re best friends, we don’t need to be this close.
In the darkness, it’s not Juliet’s slender form entering the room.
Luke’s gray eyes gleam. “Hey, sis. What are you up to?”
Shit. I’ve never been caught masturbating before, and it’s more mortifying than I imagined.
I clutch the blanket to my chin. “How the hell did you get in here?”
He holds up a key card before shutting the door behind him and plunging us into full darkness. My pulse picks up speed. “Got your roommate’s key.”
“ Stole it, you mean. Just like you stole my phone.”
He shrugs. “I gave it back, didn’t I?”
My stepbrother is a kleptomaniac stalker.
I leap out of bed, the space between my legs soaked. Heart racing, I dart past him and reach for the doorknob. “Get out?—”
Luke grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me into the wall, my body slamming flush against the plaster.
My breath catches, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I note the fire in his gray eyes. He’s leaning over me exactly the way he did that first night, a palm planted above my head. “I can do a lot more for you than that vibrator can.”
I try to push him off, but he’s a brick wall. He doesn’t budge. A strange mix of fear and desire pools low in my belly.
I didn’t stop my vibrator or the audiobook in time. He knows exactly what I was doing when he waltzed in here. I can’t let him know he was the one I was fantasizing about. His ego is inflated enough, and he’ll mistake my private fantasies for what I really want.
My heartbeat stutters. We’re alone in my dark dorm. He could do anything to me, and I can’t stop him.
“You need to leave.” I try to make my voice strong, commanding, but the words come out in a whisper. “Now.”
He spins me, and I gasp as he shoves me against the wall again, my back to him this time.
“Luke—” My voice wobbles in the tense silence.
His huge hands land on either side of my head with twin thuds. My heart stops.
He closes the space between us, torso brushing against my back. His hard cock grinds against my ass. I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. I’m frozen, anticipating his next move with bated breath.
Please touch me. Please fuck me. Please.
What the hell am I thinking? I can’t do this with my stepbrother. I try to wriggle out from under him, but he only presses into me harder, flattening me against the wall. His throaty groan sends goosebumps down my arms.
He bends, soft lips and hot breath hitting my ear. “You want me, Sienna. Take what you want. I’ll give you everything.”
I swallow down the rock lodged in my throat, wondering what he means by everything . “It’s wrong. And we need to stay away from each other.”
To my shock, Luke pushes off the wall, leaving my body cold in the darkness without his warmth.
I spin to face him, heart still pounding and knees weak with relief. Or maybe lust.
But he doesn’t disappear out the door. Not yet. My stepbrother jerks my chin up. “It’s too late for that. I’ll never be able to stay away from you. Now, run.”
“What?” My mind scrambles to process his order.
“ Run , Sienna. If you can hide from me, I’ll let you go. For tonight. And if you can’t...”
My chest clenches. There’s no fucking way I can outrun Luke Valentine. He’s a hockey goalie in the best shape of his life. There’s no if .
He will catch me.
“And if I can’t?”
He flashes a sultry smile. “Then I’ll do everything you want me to do to you.”
My stomach flips. That’s simultaneously exactly what I dreaded he would say and what I hoped he would. “There’s nothing I want you to do to me.”
“You can’t lie to me.” He squeezes my chin. “I know what you really want.”
I jerk out of his grip. “What will people think if they see you chasing me around campus?”
If he really wants me the way he claims, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my ability to stay here.
“They won’t know it’s me.” He pulls out a mask before slipping it over his head. It’s nothing like the masks Ten wore—the Ghostface mask, the purge mask, the Jason mask. All of which became my favorites.
This one is unlike any mask I’ve ever seen. Dark gray with slanted eyes like he’s permanently daring the world to fuck with him. A few small holes allow air to pass through in front of his mouth, and jagged crimson lines strike up his forehead from between his eyes like lightning bolts.
Like a devil’s horns.
“This is your last warning.” From beneath the mask, his voice is more ominous. Every hair on my body stands up. “Run before I catch you.”
I don’t bother waiting to see if he’s a man of his word—I spin, yank the door open, and take off.
The first escape I find is a door to a stairwell. I sprint for it, the door to my dorm clattering shut behind me and echoing down the hall. His pounding steps follow.
He’s going to catch me before I’ve even hit the bottom of the staircase. He’s going to fuck me right there, for anyone to walk in and see.
As much as I hate to admit it, being chased and fucked by a masked man is among my top five fantasies. But not if that masked man is my stepbrother. All it would take is his mask falling off while he’s thrusting inside me for everyone on campus to find out exactly what kind of relationship the new step-siblings have.
I grit my teeth. No, I won’t let him ruin this for me. I won’t let him catch me. I’m not an athlete or a runner, but I’m going to run harder and faster than I ever have.
Like my life depends on it. Because it does.
Heart thundering, I jump down the stairs, risking a sprained ankle as I skip steps to descend the staircase as fast as I can.
The door at the top of the staircase squeals open. Shit, shit, shit ?—
My joints are already aching from every hard smack of my feet against the tile. Above me, the echoing boom of Luke’s footsteps doesn’t follow.
I dare a glance up. He’s taking his time striding down the steps, as if he has all the time in the world. As if catching me will take no effort at all. “Better run faster, sis.”
My fist curls around the banister as I clench my teeth. Prick . He really thinks I won’t be a challenge.
I’ll show him.
Once I finally hit the landing on the first floor, I’m already breathless, lungs aching and heart straining against my ribcage. Maybe he’s right not to worry about catching me.
No. I won’t let him get in my head. Won’t let him get his hands on me. I’m not letting my stepbrother fuck me against some tree or in the dirt. He may be bigger, faster, and stronger, but I’m smart. I don’t have to outrun him—I just have to hide from him. Long enough that he’ll give up and head back to the Devils’ house.
I burst through the door, scanning frantically for my hiding place. I can’t run outside. I’m in nothing but tiny shorts and a thin tank top. The cold will ravage me before Luke does.
The girls’ communal bathroom. It’s nearly one in the morning—there may not be anyone in there to tell him to get the hell out, but that’s where I’ll have the best odds of hiding from him.
Before he can burst through the door behind me, I take off down the hallway and skid into the restroom.
The toilet and shower stalls don’t do much for privacy, but they’ll have to be good enough for now.
I dart into one of the shower stalls and lock the door behind me, ducking back to the wall, heart jackhammering and chest heaving.
Ten seconds tick by. Twenty. Thirty. A small bubble of hope begins to rise in my chest. Maybe he lost me. Maybe he really won’t catch me in here.
How long should I wait before I head back up to my dorm? He could be waiting to ambush me. I can’t leave too soon.
Once my heart has finally slowed and my breathing evened, I step forward, reaching out to flick the lock.
Until the door creaks open.
Heavy footsteps echo in the silent room. Through the crack in the stall door, I spot the reflection in the row of mirrors on the opposite wall.
A masked man.
My stomach drops to my feet. He’s going to find me. There’s no fucking way I can hide from him now.
An insane part of me doesn’t want to. Part of me wants him to find me.
“Sienna.” He calls out my name not like a question but a taunt. He knows where I am. He’s simply a cat playing with its prey before delivering the final blow.
I squeeze my eyes shut as his footsteps approach and he smacks every stall door open with a clatter as he passes. Soon, he’ll reach mine.
I’ll do everything you want me to do to you .
There’s so much I want him to do to me. Everything.
“This is my new favorite game,” he croons. “Can’t wait for what we play next.”
Do I try to run now? Swing the door open and dart past him? Or do I give in? Let him do what we both want and hope no one walks in on us. My pulse echoes in my ears as his footsteps grow closer.
A squeal of the bathroom door opening.
“Hey!” A sharp, feminine voice calls. An RA. “What are you doing in here?”
Luke’s rumbling voice follows. “Just came in to take a piss.”
“Out. And take off that silly mask.”
To my relief, Luke’s footsteps retreat. “Come on, the mask is sexy.”
“Uh-huh.” The RA’s voice tells me she doesn’t care to hear his bullshit at one in the morning.
The door clicks shut behind them.
Every tight muscle in my body relaxes at once. Yet my stomach dips with disappointment that the RA on duty intervened. The horny part of my brain wanted to find out what Luke had planned for me in the shower stall.
With weak legs, I leave the stall and peek out of the restroom. No one in sight. No masked man waiting for me in the shadows. I escaped him.
At least for tonight.
This is what I get for hooking up with a stranger at my father’s wedding. Of course he would be unhinged. And of course, despite my better judgment, I would be into it.
I head for the stairwell and slowly climb the steps, exhausted. My bed sounds so good right now. The slickness hasn’t disappeared from between my legs—if anything, the chase and anticipation only made it worse—but I don’t have the energy for an orgasm tonight. I’ve got early morning classes tomorrow, and I have a bad feeling if I slip that vibrator down my shorts again, I won’t be able to stop fantasizing about Luke being the one between my legs.
When I finally reach the top of the stairs, I grab the door handle.
But when I start to pull it open, a huge hand slams it shut.
I gasp as someone grabs me and pins me to the wall, my escape just out of reach.
Luke looms over me in his mask, hands gripping my hips in an unshakable hold.
My breath catches in my lungs as every muscle in my body stills.
He tips his forehead against mine, stormy gray eyes glazed with lust through the hollows of his mask. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.”
Before I can react, he presses his mask against my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin through the small cluster of holes. With his body, he keeps me glued to the wall, one hand gripping my hip and the other drifting down my shorts.
I writhe and push at his chest, trying to escape him, but he warned me what would happen if I failed to hide from him.
This can’t be happening. Not with him. We can’t get caught. We can’t do this?—
His warm finger slips over my pussy before parting me, dipping in just enough to drag my arousal up to my clit.
A whimper escapes my lips at the sharp contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Beg me to make you come,” he murmurs.
I shake my head. I won’t beg him for that. I won’t let him make me. I’ll stave off the orgasm, push it down so he doesn’t get the satisfaction he craves. “No.”
“We’ll be in this stairwell all night.”
“Your finger will fall off before you make me come.”
Even though I can’t see his face, I can hear his wicked grin. “If you don’t come in five minutes, you can go back to your dorm. If you do, you’ll stay in my room.”
I hesitate. This bet isn’t fair. I’m already horny as hell, and we’re both well aware of the effect he has on me. “No, you need to get off me. This is wrong , Luke.”
“It isn’t wrong and you know it,” he growls. “We’re meant to be, Sienna.”
I freeze. How can he think that when we barely know each other? One night of mind-blowing sex can’t be enough to convince him we’re soulmates.
“Either I make you come in five minutes, or I take you back to my room right now.” His low threat is clear. He’s not budging. I can either let my stepbrother finger me in the stairwell, or I can let him hold me hostage in his room. “Do we have a deal, Sienna?”
I hate the way he says my name. So low and alluring and perfect.
We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t let my stepbrother finger-bang me in public, but it’s clear I don’t have much of a choice.
Besides, I can suppress an orgasm for five minutes. “Deal.”
I can’t believe the word actually left my mouth. I’m literally making a deal with the Devil.
“That’s my good girl.” He’s not allowed to say shit like that. That wasn’t part of the deal. That has to be against the rules. Against the rules of this new, fucked-up game we’re playing.
His finger travels down before slowly sinking into me. I bite back the groan at the delicious stretch. His breath hits my neck before he moans. “ Fuck , you’re so tight. I’ve missed being inside you.”
My heart skips, thighs clenching around his hand as the ache builds between my legs. No . I won’t come. I won’t let him make me. “I haven’t missed it.”
A blatant lie, but maybe he’ll believe it.
Luke keeps his finger inside me as he pulls back so he can glare at me from beneath his mask. “Don’t lie to me.”
His finger eases back before plunging into me again, sharper and harder this time. Punishing.
I cry out. The pleasure is building dangerously, the threat of my orgasm looming. I try to tamper it back down. Try not to look at the mask that turns me on way more than it should or the stormy gray eyes that make me want to see how they’ll change when he watches me come.
A minute must’ve passed by now. Only four more to go. I can do this. If I hold off, I can go back to my dorm. I can avoid him for another night.
I can’t let him take me back to his room. To the seclusion of that house where only the Devils will hear me scream. Because if he does, I won’t want to leave.
The hand Luke uses to grip my hip drifts up to my neck. I swallow hard, panic stirring in my belly as his fingers encircle my throat. “Luke, don’t?—”
“I decide when you breathe.” Damn it. The same pillow talk I told him makes my knees weak. He’s using my kinks against me.
His thumb hits my clit at the same time his hand tightens around my throat.
I gasp, dragging the tiniest current of air down as Luke squeezes hard. He slips another finger inside me, the squish of my arousal obscene. I wince against the stretch until his thumb rubs my clit, pleasure shooting through me and mixing with the adrenaline.
The slowed blood flow from my neck makes my head grow lighter, somehow increasing the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”
He’s so certain, so cocky. He already knows exactly how to touch me. Knows how to play my body like he’s known me forever. His thumb grinds against my clit as he finger-fucks me, and the wave of the orgasm is building to a dangerous height.
His grip on my throat loosens, letting me catch my breath for just a second.
Don’t come. Don’t come ? —
“You know what I did while you were sleeping last night?” His voice is breathless, like fucking me with his fingers brings him just as much pleasure as it does me. “I put on a mask, snuck into your room, and jerked off while I watched you sleep.”
I freeze, hating the pleasure building between my legs, the flood of arousal that greets his fingers at the thought of him jerking off to me while I was blissfully unaware.
He grinds his hard-on against me. His hips thrust forward like he’s inside me, like he’s imagining how he would fuck me. It makes me ache for him to fill me. “You were so beautiful. I wanted to eat your pussy while you slept and make you come before you even opened your eyes.”
I clutch at his arm as he squeezes my throat again. The pleasure from his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, his hand controlling my breathing, his cock grinding against me, becomes too overwhelming. I bite my lip. He’s going to make me come, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Then, when I was about to fucking explode , I grabbed your dress. I covered it in my cum. Now I wish I’d made you wear it.”
My eyes sting. I can’t push the orgasm down now. I can only hope the five minutes have passed.
At once, everything stops.
I suck down air as Luke’s grip loosens, heart racing and the pinnacle of pleasure ebbing away as his hand stops moving between my legs. But he doesn’t pull it back out of my shorts.
What the hell is he doing?
“Beg me to make you come.” That same command.
My eyes water. I’m aching to come, need it like I need the air he’s allowing to flow down my throat.
But I can’t give in to him.
Even as every cell in my body is screaming at me to plead with him to keep going, to make me come as hard as he made me come in that hotel room, I keep my mouth shut.
At my silence, his eyes narrow.
I brace myself for him to shove his fingers inside me again and fuck me hard until I’m shattering around him.
Instead, he yanks his hand from my shorts and drops his palm from around my throat.
Disappointment rockets through me as the orgasm completely subsides. A sob builds in my chest. I’ve never wanted to come so badly I could cry before.
This is a far worse punishment than him dragging me back to the Devils’ house and tying me to his bed for the night.
He steps back, turning from me and descending the stairs. My heart plummets, even though it’s exactly what I wanted.
Convinced myself I should want.
“So is the deal off?” I call, embarrassingly breathless as my heart continues to hammer, still coming down from that mountain of pleasure.
I can’t stand that he’s walking away. Exactly how he wants me to feel.
On the landing, he pauses and turns back to me. The mask is equal parts eerie and arousing. “Yes.”
I expect relief to rush through me, but it doesn’t. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Great.” I spin on my heel before he notices how much he’s flustered me. How disappointed I am watching him walk away.
“You won’t spend just one night in my room now. You’ll be there all weekend.”