Chapter 15 Kade #2
“Is this what you want, Brother?” It’s a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why do you have to do this?”
I pretend to think it over before shrugging. “Why not? I’m doing you a favor, anyway.” I lean in and whisper against the hollow of her throat before skimming my lips over her skin. “He’ll never touch you like this. He’ll never make you feel the way I make you feel.”
“What? With disgust and shame? With degradation and fear? Is that your goal?”
“We both know that’s far from what I make you feel.
Or maybe you need to be reminded of how weak you are for my touch.
” Her thigh is so smooth, muscular, begging to be stroked.
She can’t help but melt into me when I touch her this way.
I know her body. I know what she needs. “Do you think you’ll ever meet another man who can give you this? ”
“You mean somebody who won’t make me sick?”
“Sure, sure.” She tries and fails to stop me from caressing the curve of her ass, letting my fingers tease her slit before I peel the soaked thong away. “Dripping fucking wet, and somehow you claim you don’t want this.” I chuckle. “Stop pretending.”
“No.” A tear slips down the side of her face, and I catch it on my tongue, letting the salty flavor sit there while I press against her seam. There. Finally. Something. My Allie. My little filly.
“That’s right,” I tell her, rubbing her in slow circles while I lick her cheek. “Give me your tears. I want all of them. All of you.”
“Why?” she asks with a whimper.
Because I need you. I need you so much that it makes me wish I could kill you. It makes me wish I could really hate you as much as I hate myself.
But I won’t admit it. I’m not letting her win. “Because you give them to me so well.”
“Deep down inside, you know it’s wrong,” she insists, more breathless than before. I’m getting to her. She can’t help it.
“Since when do I give a fuck about right and wrong?” She gasps when I reach between us to lower my zipper. “If you knew me as well as you claim to, then you’d know the rules don’t matter to me. Other people’s opinions don’t matter to me.”
“This is different. It’s more than just right or wrong. It’s ethically wrong.” There is so much pain behind her eyes when they meet mine. “Will this help you, Kade? Will fucking your own sister help you get over this... pain you keep shoving deeper inside yourself?”
“Of course I know it’s wrong,” I say, ignoring her psychoanalysis. She just doesn’t realize I think it’s wrong for reasons different from hers.
Her pained whimper only makes me laugh while I pull my aching, dripping cock free from my boxer briefs. It’s such a relief. “It’s got you more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life. The question is, what am I going to do with you?”
She lets out a ragged gasp before her head shakes back and forth. “Fine. If this is how you want it. Then I’ll fucking leave, and I never want to see you again.”
What the fuck is happening here? Fuck.
No matter how much I hate her—and I do—the pain that throbs in her voice takes some of the fun out of this. Real pain, deep in her soul.
“Please,” she pleads while her tears run faster. And once again, I’m too weak. I could take her, do whatever the fuck I want. Once I get her going, she always wants more. But I can’t bear hearing that pain in her voice.
“Fine.” That won’t stop me from getting a little satisfaction out of this. “Relax,” I murmur in her ear before catching the lobe between my teeth and making her shudder.
Fuck, she is so wet. By the time I drag my head through her slit, a puddle has formed under her ass. She closes her eyes, arches her back, and the sight and feel of it are mind-blowing. It would be so easy to slip inside her now, wouldn’t it? She can’t stop me.
This is not the time for me to grow a conscience.
But I guess that’s what I do, since, instead of fucking her like my instincts scream at me to do, I settle for grinding my head against her tiny clit.
She jolts against me before settling back with a moan.
“Oh my God. Brother. That feels so good.” Her arms snake around my neck and squeeze tight while her legs do the same around my hips.
“Oh fuck…” Her wrapping around me jolts more sensation through my body, but her statement... turns my stomach.
“Are you gonna come for me like a good girl?” I say, trying to change direction.
I did this to myself, didn’t I?
My mouth is close to her ear, my tongue dipping inside until she moans again. “No, you’re not a good girl, are you? You’re bad. That’s why you’re so wet. Isn’t it?”
“Kade, fuck me like your sister. Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck your sister.”
And with that, somehow, impossibly, with her bare skin and wet cunt right fucking there, I soften. I jerk away from her and bite my cheek before I take this out on her. No. I’ll just tell her the truth, and we can be done with this fucking lie and get back to things.
“Kade. Look at me.” I grit my teeth and take a deep breath, about to reveal another secret and lose some of my leverage. The only leverage I have with her. Ever had really. I take control when we fuck, when I can, because she fucking gives it to me.
“Kade,” she says, and her fingers gather in the hair at the back of my neck and pull tight to tilt my head backward. I allow it, but I glare when I finally meet her eyes. “I know you’re not my fucking brother, okay?”
The ice is back in her eyes. No heat. Nothing but frozen fucking tundras. “You what...?”
She raises one eyebrow and releases my hair with a shove of my head. “I’ve known since almost right after you told me about everything. Mom told me the truth.”
A heavy weight falls off my chest, and I snatch her up and shift her to sit on my lap.
My still half-hard cock is trapped between us in a different way.
She barely even makes a sound as she resettles her thighs around mine.
All the rage inside me has flared out now, and all I see is how tired she looks.
Her cheeks are more defined under her makeup, like she’s lost weight.
“Allie, what the fuck is going on?”
She shrugs and starts to move off, but I hold her against me. “No, you’re not leavin’ this spot until you talk to me.”
Her chin lifts, and finally, there’s more heat in her eyes. “You don’t get to sneak into my room to torture me, again, pretending you’re my brother, and I’m a disgusting slut for wanting you, and then demand I talk to you.”
I sigh and scrape one hand through my messy hair. “What do you want, then?”
“I want to come. This time, I won, and I want my reward.”
I narrow my eyes and tip my head to look at her. “Fine, but we’ll talk after. I’ll make that pussy weep for me, but we do it my way. Agreed?”
She swallows hard and melds her lower body against mine properly now.
Then nods once, jerkily, like she is considering taking it back.
Thank fuck she doesn’t. I lean back enough to see between our bodies, using my abs to keep myself upright a little.
She works the button of my shirt and spreads it wide.
Her fingers trace the brand on my chest like she has every single time she’s seen it, and it’s so... familiar that it ignites a different kind of burn to spread through my chest. I snatch her hand and crush it a little in my grasp. “No, you don’t get that right anymore.”
Her forehead wrinkles, and I shift my hips enough to make my cock slip between her wet folds. A soft gasp escapes her, and her eyes fall closed, the moment from before forgotten.
I slide against her lips, her sweet arousal coating me.
“There we go, little filly. Do you want me to make you come? Is that enough of a prize for you? You want me to take the ache away?” She doesn’t answer in words, only in the way her hips start to jerk.
Desperate, with no rhythm, just her body trying like hell to get what it needs.
No matter how she fights it, no matter what history sits between us, she knows this is right. She knows I’ll always protect her.
“Come for me,” I whisper before pulling down one of her bra cups and taking her pink nipple into my mouth. Her body rolls like a wave, fingers moving through my hair, broken moans ringing in my ears while we work together.
“I hate you… I hate you…” It falls from her lips like a prayer as she moves faster, seeking out the release I hold hostage. “I fucking hate you.”
“Prove it.”
She whines, holding me tighter, drenching me with her wet heat.
“That’s right. You can’t. Because you don’t really hate me, you just hate what you become the moment I touch you.
A whimper escapes her lips, and I grin. “Now be a good girl and give it to me. Give me all of it,” I grunt, sliding through her silkiness.
Her body tenses, and her legs clamp around me right before she buries her face in my neck and lets go.
“That’s right,” I pant in her ear while my balls lift and the tingle starts at the base of my spine.
“Kade, Kade,” she sobs, trembling, as I pull back and take myself in my hand to aim my cum at her mound. The first blast is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get, followed by another and another until my ears ring and my knees go weak.
As weak as she’s made me.
She’s still shivering, moaning softly when my head clears.
“You got your reward. Now we talk,” I say and shift her off my lap. She watches as I stand and fasten my jeans.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Kade.”
“Oh, there’s lots to talk about, filly.” I quickly do up my shirt.
“No, there isn’t.” Allie looks away, pretending to be interested in the blanket on her bed. “And even if there was, you’re the last person I would seek out to vent to or ask for advice.”
It hurts to hear her say that, but I deserve it. Things haven’t been exactly easy between us, and since I found out Emma is my mother, it’s been even more turbulent.
“Fair, but we do need to talk.”
“About what?”
“Jackson Lowry,” I say. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “Do you want to marry him?” This is the first time I’ve given her any indication I’ve been watching and waiting and wanting.
Slowly, she looks up at me, and I swear it looks like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. “I was wondering when someone might notice.”
“Is that a no?”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course it’s a no. I would have to wonder about the mental state of anyone willingly wanting to take part in an arranged marriage.”
“Then don’t do it. You have a choice,” I tell her softly.
She shakes her head, her gaze darting away. “I don’t. This is what my mother wants, and if I can’t have what I want, I might as well make sure she’s happy.”
That frustrates me to the ends of the fucking earth. She’s going to marry this asshole because her mother wants her to. Fuck her. She doesn’t deserve Allie. In many ways, neither do I, but I’m also not forcing her to get married to someone she clearly despises.
Maybe there’s another way.
“What time did you say the gala was on Saturday?”
Allie perks up, giving me her full attention then. “I didn’t, and how do you…” She pauses for half a second, and then a light bulb goes off in her head. “Kade. Don’t even think about it. You don’t want to be there. Those aren’t your type of people.”
I narrow my eyes, all the reasons I came here reigniting. “Not my people? You do realize the Bishop ranch is the biggest in the state, right?”
Her forehead wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant.” No, it’s pretty obvious what she meant. “Don’t come to the party, please. I don’t think I can—”
I lean down and kiss her hard. A searing kiss. A claiming kiss. Her mouth is salty from her tears, and I lick them up like candy.
“Like you could stop me.” I’m laughing by the time I open her window and slide one leg out.
“I’ll see you at the country club. It’ll be a memorable night.
” The terror etched across her flushed face is the most satisfying thing of all because, well, she thinks I’m out to destroy her, when she has no idea that Emma is my target.