TWENTY
Aliya
PRESENT
Milan places his hands on the desk, one to my right and one to my left, blocking my escape.
He is Lio’s brother .
They are brothers.
They have the same parents, the same circumstances and the same surname.
Lio, whose real name is Kilian. Kilian Shane.
But I can’t convince myself that it’s true. Because Lio is the only person in this world who wouldn’t lie to me. It must be a coincidence. Lio and Kilian must be two different people who just happen to look alike. After all, coincidences do happen, don’t they? It must also be a coincidence that Milan’s brother is in California and not here. And it’s just a coincidence that Milan rides a motorcycle with “Stitch” written on it, just like the one Lio had.
Otherwise, I can’t explain all this.
And no matter how much I try to deny it, I know it’s not a stupid coincidence. Deep down, I probably already suspected it, but never wanted to admit it.
Because Lio, my Lio, doesn’t exist.
The one who saved my life doesn’t really exist. All this time, I’ve clung to someone who lied to me. Yet, I still can’t bring myself to feel even an ounce of resentment toward him. Because Lio-, no. Kilian. Because Kilian has freed me from a darkness that no one else could.
And now I’m facing his younger brother, who has been making my life hell for weeks. Who I should loathe from the bottom of my heart. But all he has to do is look at me for me to start craving his closeness.
“You think I’m just going to let you leave after you snooped around my house?” His fingertips run over my collarbone, leaving goosebumps on my bare skin.
I should push him back, but the truth is I’m enjoying his touch on my body.
I’m not distracted by his flawless chest and keep looking into his dark eyes. “I wasn’t snooping … Now let go of me.”
His hand on my neck is replaced by his lips, but he doesn’t touch me. He tries to tease me because he can feel exactly what I’m longing for.
“Oh yeah?” he whispers in my ear. Deep and rough. “On one condition.”
I swallow. “What?”
“Get on your knees and beg for it.”
His dirty words send a twinge through my stomach. But I would never give him the satisfaction of lowering myself to my knees before him.
“Perverted bastard.”
I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my neck. “I’m a perverted bastard? The last time I had my hand up your skirt, you were already dripping wet for me. And I hadn’t even touched you yet. So, tell me, Aliya. Who’s the pervert, huh?” He leans back to look at me. “Me or … you?”
Damn him and the way he effortlessly knows how to push my buttons.
“It was your imagination.”
I deny the obvious, even though his words are true. I can’t help but find a twisted pleasure in it.
I must really be a pervert.
“Oh, really?” Milan’s hands settle on my hips before he lifts me with ease and sits me on the desk.
I gasp as he pushes my legs apart and forces himself between them. His large hand rests on my thigh, sending shivers down my spine.
“So you’re telling me you’re not soaking wet right now?" His hand travels up my thigh, but I reach out to stop him.
“If you try to find out, I’ll kill you.”
A mischievous grin spreads across his lips. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Fuck.
He’s going to tear me apart, and as absurd as it is, I’m going to enjoy every moment of it. Allowing him to ruin me.
But then my sanity intrudes, flashing images of him and Adena kissing. Damian’s words about him fucking Olivia Miller just twenty minutes before he kissed me.
“You’re playing a dirty game, Shane.”
Flames flash in his black eyes. “I like it dirty.”
Heat spreads across my cheeks as my chest rises and falls frantically. He’s the bastard who likes to play his games and I’m the fool who lets him lead the way.
Every. Fucking. Time.
His hand leaves my thigh and grabs my breast instead. I gasp for air as my nipples harden. He runs his thumb over them. “Look how they ache for my touch.”
An incredible sensation spreads through my body as my vision clouds and the rest of my senses heighten.
“That’s not-” I break off as he pinches my nipple.
With a moan, I let my head fall back into my neck. He uses this to his advantage and covers my throat with wet kisses, intensifying my desire.
“You know, Little Curse , you’re a pretty good liar.”
The pet name doesn’t escape me, but I’m far too focused on his hands exploring my breasts over my T-shirt and his lips tracing my neck.
“Are you already dripping again even though I haven’t touched you yet? Tell me.”
His voice is filled with amusement, reminding me that none of this should be happening. That I shouldn’t submit to him. That I shouldn’t give him this satisfaction.
The glimmer of lust mingles with the bizarre darkness.
“Fuck. You,” I hiss.
“Still lying, huh? Your eyes are begging me to take you here and now.”
His hands leave my breasts and move to my lower back instead before he pulls me forward on the desk to press his pelvis against me. Something hard pushes against the inside of my thighs through his swim shorts.
“Do you feel that?”
A shiver runs down my spine.
“Ever since the party started, all I’ve been thinking about is bending you over and fucking you hard.”
I swallow, trying not to lose my mind, but his pure honesty is driving me to the brink of madness.
Before I can say anything in response, he grabs my ponytail and pulls on it until my head tilts back and I’m forced to look up at him.
A second later, his lips claim mine.
Milan’s kisses are never affectionate or gentle. Just like our first kiss, this one screams danger, cruelty, and desperation. His teeth clash with mine and his tongue thrusts into me like he owns my mouth. As if I belong to him.
And this time I let it happen without fighting it. Because it’s what my body craves, knowing full well that it will be the biggest mistake of my life.
Milan doesn’t kiss me, he devours me. Steals all the air from my lungs and fills my whole body with hunger for more.
He separates our mouths and leaves me panting for air. But his intense gaze doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Take it off.”
Confused, I blink, unsure if I heard him correctly. “W-what?”
He reaches for the fabric of Shin’s T-shirt. “Take it off before I tear it apart.”
My breathing is still erratic and I’m hazy from our kiss, but I don’t think about taking my clothes off just because something doesn’t fit him again.
“I don’t like it.” His voice is decidedly calm, considering he threatened to rip my shirt off a few seconds earlier.
“What don’t you like?”
“You smell like my fucking friend.”
My heart hammers in my ears as I stare at him in disbelief.
Holy shit. He’s jealous.
Milan doesn’t give me time to react but covers my mouth with his again. His tongue conquers my mouth as if God created me just for him.
And I want to kiss him back just as badly.
Conquer his mouth with the same urge and pull the air out of his lungs.
I want to play the same game as him but be the winner.
Although I know that’s not who I am. I don’t get involved with reckless guys, I don’t let heartbreakers take me and I don’t cry when I’m taken advantage of. I’m not like the others. And that’s exactly why I envy them. All the girls who dare to go for Milan Shane, knowing that he’s just playing with them. I want to fall the same way and lose my mind. I want him to devour me, conquer me and claim me for his own, but my thoughts keep interfering every time.
Just as I’m about to push him away, I feel his fingers at my entrance and hold my breath.
“Fuck. You’re naked. Are you trying to kill me?”
I bite my lower lip and clutch at his shoulders. I’m actually wearing nothing, but the T-shirt Shin lent me because my underwear was soaked too.
He runs his finger down from the tip of my clit and chuckles raspily. “You’re wet.”
It’s like all my nerves are on edge.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” He rubs up and down, teasing me.
His dirty words, the hunger in his eyes, and the desire in his voice urge me to give in to sin.
His erection still presses against the inside of my thigh and if he’d only move a little closer or pull me a bit toward him, it would be right where I need it most.
But he doesn’t give me the release I’m yearning for, keeping me suspended in a state of intense anticipation. He strokes my clit with one thumb while his other hand pulls my hair again and forces my head back into my neck.
He runs his tongue over his teeth before hungrily lunging at my throat. He licks, sucks and spreads wet kisses on my skin as I rock my hips against his touch.
With a powerful thrust, he pushes a finger inside me.
A feeling of fullness comes over me.
“Oh God.” I moan and dig my nails into his shoulders as his lips continue to explore my neck.
But his finger doesn’t move, so I press harder against his hand. When he doesn’t move, I’m about to complain until he slides another finger inside me, eliciting a porny sound from my throat that I didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck. You feel good,” he mumbles against my neck before pulling back to watch me.
Milan’s fingers move inside me. His gaze darkens as I whimper lustfully under his touch.
“You swallow my fingers like a good little slut. Tell me, if I shove my cock inside you, will you soak me the same way?”
I catch my breath.
“How about we turn that rumor into reality? You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Screaming my name like a good girl so everyone downstairs can hear how I’m going to take you right here.”
His filthy words should extinguish the fire inside me, but instead, the flames only grow hotter, threatening to consume me completely.
When the pressure between my pulsing walls finally increases, his fingers slow down.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m on the verge of begging him to keep going, just to finally be released. He pulls his fingers completely out of me, leaving a dissatisfied void.
His dark eyes find mine and the corner of his mouth curls into a small smirk. I’m almost afraid he’s going to leave me like this and disappear.
“Spread your legs for me.”
A tremor runs through my body.
He notices my hesitation and takes the initiative by wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me forcefully to the edge of the table.
His intense gaze wanders between my legs and a hint of shame spreads across my cheeks.
But then his head sinks between my thighs. I fall backwards onto the desk and prop myself up on my elbows.
“What are you-” A deep stream of pleasure flows over me as his hot, wet tongue touches my clit.
“I’m going to suck your fucking attitude out of your body so you can finally drop it.” His tongue circles my opening. “I’m going to destroy and break your fucking facade.”
I gasp, and my arms give way, causing my head to fall back against the desk. “Wait. You can’t-”
“I can and I will.”
Milan sucks and pulls at my folds with his teeth, making me let out a pleasurable moan. His hands have clawed into my hips, which are no longer covered by my ripped-up T-shirt. He holds me so tightly that I can’t even move.
His tongue strokes my clit, lapping around it, before thrusting deep into my pussy again. Every time he does this, a new wave of pleasure passes through me.
My hands bury themselves in his soft black hair and I give it a gentle tug. He makes a deep, rough sound, but doesn’t let go of me.
“You taste like heaven,” he says between sucks.
Like a hungry beast, his tongue goes in and out of me.
“Ah, M-Milan,” I moan his name. And it’s actually the first time I’ve ever called him by his first name.
He responds with a deep groan that reverberates throughout my body.
“Say.” Suck. “It.” Suck. “Again.” Suck.
“Milan.”
His name escapes my lips in a desperate whimper, and his grip on my hips tightens as his tongue moves faster inside me. The pressure within me begins to build once more.
“Oh God.” The unrestrained feeling within me explodes, and I come harder than I ever have before.
The warm tingling spreads all over my body, leaving a pulsating emptiness as he pulls his tongue out of me.
With my heart hammering rapidly against my chest, my breathing is slow to stabilize.
I’m forced to release my fingers from his hair as he rises. When I sit up, a sudden shyness comes over me.
He wipes his lips with his thumb and then licks off the moisture without taking his eyes off me.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he clicks his tongue as he reaches for the towel that’s around his neck and guides it between my legs to clean me up.
I catch my breath as the fabric touches my soft skin.
Before I can stop him or even regret what we’ve done, he leans toward me in one swift movement and forces his tongue into my mouth again. The same tongue that was inside me a few seconds ago and drove me to the edge.
This time I don’t hesitate but slide my tongue into his mouth too so that we can consume each other.
Because even though his presence screams danger, he’s exactly what I crave and long for. I can’t fight it anymore, even if it means being thrown into the abyss.
I don’t want to think about it.
Milan not only owns my body, but also my thoughts.
With him, my mind can turn off.
He’s like a drug. Unhealthy for me, but I can’t stop craving it once I’ve tasted it.
He creates a new side of me, or maybe he just awakens everything I’ve always suppressed before.
His hands squeeze my thighs and almost elicit another moan from me. But every dream and every good experience ends with an unexpected twist.
“Can I join you two?”
Milan’s lips part from mine as his scowl shifts to the person behind me. I also turn around to see two lecherous blue eyes, their owner leaning against the door with crossed arms and a wolfish grin.
Damian.