Chapter 2
Iwas so close to telling Rowen how I felt, but the words were caught in my throat, like I’d swallowed glass. It hurt, keeping it from him, knowing he wanted to hear it, but I wasn’t ready.
Eventually, the thrill of the taboo would wear off.
So, when the fantasy of the stepsister he wasn’t supposed to touch faded, leaving just us, would I be enough for him? Could I keep him happy and fulfilled once everything died down and we sank into normalcy? Would he still choose me? Choose us?
I couldn’t fathom losing him. Not now, not when I’d already lost so much.
So, the truth dangled on the edge of my tongue, hoping he didn’t need to hear those three words yet.
His hands dug into my hips, grinding me on his cock in a steady rhythm. He was so hard, I could feel him through our clothes.
“Stay,” he told me after flipping me onto my back.
I watched him carefully as he disappeared through a door—which I assumed was a closet—and reappeared holding bundles of rope and a vibrator.
My heart thumped loudly. My thighs clenched together.
“I’m so glad I was prepared to have you over,” he said with a wink, setting down the items on the bed beside me before leaning close. “How does that make you feel, Av? Knowing I’d already decided you would be here, in my apartment, with me?”
I licked my lips. “Makes me wonder why you’re so goddamn cocky.”
He laughed at my remark, leaning closer until his breath tickled the shell of my ear. “We’ll see if that attitude is still here when I have you tied up and helpless, begging for a release I might not grant you.”
I shivered, knowing he meant every word of his threat.
He pulled back and grabbed the rope before reaching for my wrists. I didn’t resist. I had so much to prove to him, to myself. There was power in giving in to him. Now was my chance to show him I was exactly where I wanted to be—tied up, spread, claimed, and utterly his.
He worked quickly, like a man on a mission, a man who needed this. Before I knew it, my hands were tied together, and he was securing the rope to the metal loop in the middle of his headboard.
Fucking psycho.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, catching my grin.
“Just can’t believe you have a loop on your bed to tie me to.”
His grin widened, and it made my stomach fill with butterflies. “I’ve had lots of time to think of where and how I’d be fucking my sweet little stepsister once I lured her here.”
Oh shit.
He reached into his boot and pulled out his knife. His hands were steady as he sliced through my clothes, leaving me in a pile of tattered fabric.
“Rowen!” I laughed.
He wasn’t smiling back, though, his attention elsewhere. His fingers grazed my ribs, warm and firm, just below the bandage.
There was only a slight ache left, but now that he was staring at it, it might as well have been on fire. His fingers pulled at the tape until he revealed his initials.
'RBT'
Rowen.
Blake.
Thompson.
The stepbrother I was meant to hate yet found myself madly in love with instead.
“Perfect,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
Then, he reached for the vibrator.
I shivered, my body remembering just how well this man wielded this particular weapon, how it nearly took me out the last time.
“I want you begging,” he said as the low buzz of the vibrator filled my ears, sending a tremor through me.
“I want you begging me to stop. I want you to cry and scream and offer me anything I want to stop torturing your little clit.” He pushed the vibrator against my inner thigh, making me jump. “And I want to say no.”
I whimpered.
He slid the vibrator between my thighs—not inside me, but just enough to tease. My hips arched instantly, and he smiled victoriously.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He trailed the vibrator up and down my slit, ensuring I was kept on the edge. “You’re such a slut for me, Av. Look at you, dripping on your stepbrother’s bed.”
“Please,” I choked out, the feeling of being right on the brink of an orgasm driving me mad with lust. Everything was tight, needing to be released but unable to do so without his permission.
“No one will ever see you like this, broken and desperate. No one will ever make you feel the way I do.”
He moved the vibrator, giving me a little more stimulation, making me gasp. My body jerked when he turned it up a level, my wrists yanking at the ropes, thighs shaking.
“Rowen. Please. More.” I could barely form thoughts, let alone sentences. It was overwhelming, nearly painful, being so close to the one thing I needed.
He’d reduced me to a mindless sex toy in a matter of minutes.
“Remember this, Av. Remember it was you who asked for more.” He kissed my knee, slow and teasing. “And I gave you exactly what you begged for.”
He turned the toy up once more—the highest setting—and dragged the toy in harder, deeper circles.
I shattered for him, moaning his name as pleasure took over. My toes curled, my stomach tightened, and then, I felt it. My mouth wouldn’t tell him to stop, and my cheeks were already hot with embarrassment.
I felt the warm splashes on my thighs as I screamed, but Rowen didn’t let up, didn’t pull away. He kept the vibrator on my clit. Even as my body convulsed. Even as I squirted repeatedly with each wave of pleasure.
“Look at that. Soaking the bed for me. Such a good girl for your stepbrother.” I felt his lips against my inner thigh. “You didn’t hold back, did you? Fuck, Av, you’re so wet.”
It didn’t end after I was done. He didn’t even move the toy; he just kept it right in place. I had two seconds to prepare myself for another orgasm.
“There you go,” he praised me. “Let me make you feel good. Let everything fall away so you can focus on how amazing it feels to be my little toy.”
My toes curled, my head pressed back into the pillow, succumbing to the intense pleasure. Every muscle in my body was tight. Every word I tried to say came out as a moan.
He held steady, no matter how hard I tried to move away from the toy. I held my breath until the pleasure passed, and only then did he pull the vibrator away.