41. Jude
Chapter 41
Jude
“Are you old enough to be watching this?” she asks from right behind me.
I’m on my feet, spinning to face her, already grabbing her arm before she can open her mouth to gasp because I’m operating on a hundred-and-fifty percent fucking capacity right now.
“You...” I growl, shoving her against the nearest wall as I run my eyes over her in a condescending glare. Her pastel, wide-necked sweater skims both shoulders. In my current state, even that sweater is turning me on. There’s something about that exact shade of pink?—
pussy pink
—and how it sets off her skin that makes me want to see what she’d look like with my cum streaking her body. White yoga pants cling to her legs and ass, exaggerating her sumptuous curves. I only realize I’m grinding against her when she cries out, “Jude!” in a breathless, terrified pant.
I clap my hand over her mouth. Not so much to keep someone from hearing her as to shut her the fuck up. “No, Harper. You don’t get to apologize. You don’t get to do shit.”
She struggles against my hand, grabbing my wrist and trying to wrench me off her. But whatever she fed me turned me into an immortal being. I could snap her like a fucking twig.And she sees it because her struggles cease, her skin paling and her fingers trembling when she drops her hands at her sides.
“What did you give me?” I ask quietly. She blinks at me a few times and then tries speaking through my hand.
I slowly peel my fingers away from her mouth, but when she tries to slip away I close the distance between us and slap my hands against the wall on either side of her face.
She cringes. “M-Meth,” she whispers. And then pushes out her chin, her voice strengthening. “You ruined everything, Jude. Did you really think I’d let you get away with it?”
“So you drugged me?”
Harper’s nose lifts another inch into the air. “Now you know how it feels to be powerless.” She shoves at my chest. “How does it feel, Jude? Huh? Feels shit, doesn’t it?”She even has the fucking audacity to glare defiantly at me, like she’s winning.
Winning? What a fucking joke.
I curl my fingers around her chin, smiling at her as I turn her face up. Her body goes stiff, and she puts her hands on my chest like she’d try to stop me if I pressed into her. But she doesn’t shove me away. In fact, she’s done nothing to force me away from her, to create distance, to resist.
“No control?” I murmur, scanning her flawless skin and her sapphire eyes. “Princess, you unleashed a monster . Whatever Sean and them gave you, it wasn’t this. If you’d had this, you’d have kicked them in the balls so hard they’d have died choking on their own jizz.”
Her fingertips dig into my pecs as I lean into her, but if this is an attempt to keep me at bay then it’s as futile as her plan of revenge.
I grind my rock-hard dick against her belly, and a thrill courses through me when her bottom lip trembles. Just like that, I’m overwhelmed with the urge to have her. To have her resist me, to witness her horror and her disgust…and then find her wet for me. Like I did at the bleachers.
It makes no fucking sense. But it’s what I need. What I want. And Harper nearly fucked me tonight with the stunt she pulled…how did she think she could get away with it unpunished?
She gasps when I crush my mouth against hers. I taste toothpaste, cherry lip balm, and her. Harper. My fucking stepsister. It’s all there, all bundled together in a sugar-sweet package that sends me into carnal overdrive.
When she whimpers, when she tries to turn her face away, I growl deep in my throat and trap her face between my hands. I lick into her mouth, drawing at her, wrestling with her tongue, her lips, as they try to keep me out.
“Open,” I grate out, my lips still against hers.
And just like that, she melts. Her jaw slackens, and I invade her mouth, taking every inch, forcing her to respond to my voracious kiss.
She trembles and shakes, a mewling groan slipping out of her mouth when I grab roughly at her breast when I shove my other hand between her legs and squeeze her.
We break apart for a breath, and that’s when she whimpers, “Please, Jude.”
It could have been a protest, but that’s not what I hear. She has so much to atone for, it’s no wonder she’s begging me for mercy. I’m tempted to shove her to her knees, have her suck my cock until I’m feeling in a more forgiving mood…but when I feel how damp she is through her fucking pants, I know exactly where I want to bury my cock.
Grabbing her throat, I drag her to the other side of the screening room and push her face down onto the daybed. When I put my weight on her, she collapses under me with a surprised gasp.
Then she starts struggling.
I slide a hand under her hips and drag her ass into the air, molding my body against hers. Her yoga pants stretch tight against the perfect halves of her cheeks, cutting a ditch down the middle that darkens when it reaches her pussy.
My cock slaps against that white fabric when I take it out, and she instantly stiffens. When she tries to push up, I shove her face back into the daybed with my hand on the back of her neck.
She could scream, but she doesn’t.
A single “no”, and I’d release her.
Would you though? Would you really?
Fuck it, I don’t know. But as much as she’s resisting me with her body—legs clamped closed and neck pushing against my hand as if she’s trying to sit up…there’s no indication that she wants me to stop.
Pinks and whites and creams glide over her body from the movie playing in the background. On-screen, the actors grind against each other, moaning and talking dirty as they get ready to fuck. The timing couldn’t have been better.
I smooth a hand over her ass and then trail my fingers between her legs. Every delicious curve is on display, but I can’t shove my cock through her yoga pants. She whimpers when I yank the fabric down her legs, baring her ass. Harper isn’t wearing underwear, and that makes me think she came in here knowing what she wanted. Knowing what I’d want.
And God, it pisses me off that she’s still trying to manipulate me.
Her pussy lips are gleaming.
Harper’s already wet for me.
“Open.”
Her hair’s in her face, hiding her eyes. I brush it away and fold over her again, lifting my bare cock and resting its length against her slit.
I put my mouth by her ear. “Open.” Slowly, reluctantly, her knees shift an inch apart. “Really think my cock’s that small, princess?”
She lets out a stifled gasp when I wrench her open. Christ, I’m aching to fuck that perfect slit. Throbbing to empty myself inside her.
“This is what happens when you try to fuck with me,” I growl.
Harper’s thighs bunch as she tenses, forcing her juices out of her. I release her neck to throttle the base of my cock, to guide it over her cunt. Harper squirms as I drag my cock through her folds, coating it in her arousal. I move to the side, grab a fistful of her hair, and use that grip to hold her head an inch away from my dick.
“Lick.”
She hesitates, so I let go of my cock and slap her ass so hard she lets out a breathless cry. Pain lights up her eyes, and my cock throbs as need grabs hold of me with an iron fist. I’m trembling—externally, internally. I don’t know how long I’ll last like this, caught in this tantalizing anticipation…but I’ll be fucked if I lose control now.
I know this is wrong. Fucked up beyond belief. She’s my stepsister and that should be enough to force me to keep my distance. But I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I’ve wanted Harper. The forbidden fruit. This wicked, wicked sin.
When I make her scream with pain, in pleasure, I want the name on her lips to be mine .