Chapter 9 - Rowen
She had no idea how fucking beautiful she looked.
Or the way the lights peeked through the drapes, highlighting her curves, flirting with her plump, red lips. It made my cock harder than it had ever been.
My plan was to get her so worked up, she’d beg to go home. The problem was she begged too early, gave in without much of a fight, when I’d barely even begun torturing her.
I wasn’t ready to stop.
But the flush on her cheeks.
The way her eyes were wide and watching, waiting for me.
The goddamn dress I’d picked out for her.
Why did I even agree to put myself through this in the first place?
I’d fallen into her trap of thinking I needed to show her off, let her shine bright while making every other man in the room jealous of what I had, but when everyone’s eyes followed her as we walked to the VIP stairway, I realized it was more than I could take.
I wanted to punch every man who dared to look twice.
Avery was mine.
And I had every intention of making that clear to everyone, including my little stepsister.
She was my obsession, and I wanted to remind her of that, show her a devotion so fierce, it left no space for anything else.
“Let’s step outside,” I said as I pulled away from her to stand.
I could see the need in her eyes, begging me to lay her on the soft cushions and fuck her to the beat of the music.
Not yet, little kitty.
She’d have to earn the right to come on my cock tonight.
Avery was hesitant, but she still took my hand and followed me out of the booth to the railing outside.
“Hands here,” I commanded, placing her hands on the metal bar. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back as I used my foot to kick hers apart.
“Rowen…” she said shyly, looking over her shoulder.
“There’s no one out here right now,” I assured her, and she looked around to see I was right.
I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back, my hands on the outside of hers.
“No one can see you up here.” I pushed my hard cock against her ass.
“I could fuck you right here, right now, and as long as you stayed quiet and didn’t do that cute little scrunch you do when you come, no one would know.
” I licked the sensitive spot behind her ear, listening to her breath hitch. “Does that excite my little sister?”
She didn’t answer, so I slid my hand up her thigh, under her dress, until I snaked around her waist to cup her pussy. I wasn’t surprised to find her dripping.
“Avery Rose…” I said, a slight chastising edge to my voice. “Why are you so wet?”
“Rowen, please,” she whimpered as she pushed her ass against me. “I need you.”
“I’m not ready.”
She sighed dramatically, but I dipped my middle finger inside her, hushing her. When I found her clit, her legs trembled. One of her ankles bent, nearly sending her tumbling, but I grabbed hold of her waist, keeping her upright while I buried my fingers in her wet cunt.
“Do you think any of those people down there know you’re up here being fingered by your stepbrother?” I taunted. “What would they say if they figured out how much of a slut you are?”
She didn’t want to like it, but her moans gave her away.
“Rowen,” I heard from my left.
I turned to see my personal assistant, James, walking toward us. Avery froze, aware of our new company, but I didn’t stop playing with her pussy as I stared down the man trying to interrupt us.
She made a pathetic sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, like she was ashamed of just how much she was enjoying it.
“James,” I said as he got closer.
Avery was covered, but there was no doubt James would know exactly what was going on.
“Didn’t expect to see you two out.”
I tightened my arm around her waist. “I can’t say no to my girlfriend, and she was getting restless in the apartment.” My lips curled with a smirk when she stifled a moan. “But we are trying to have a nice, quiet date night if you don’t mind.”
James didn’t budge. “There’s something I needed to discuss with you.”
“Make it quick,” I said as I slid two fingers inside Avery’s cunt.
“I think we should discuss it alone.” His eyes briefly trailed to my stepsister.
Right.
I withdrew my fingers and pulled Avery to stand. Her eyes barely met mine, and I don’t think I’d ever seen her face so red, but the spark of desire remained.
“Go grab a drink from the bar,” I told her, soft but firm.
“But the serv—”
“Avery,” I said sternly.
She looked confused, irritated we’d been interrupted, but after a second, she turned and walked past James. I turned to look at the floor below, and moments later, she emerged from the shadows, beelining for the bar.
“Make it quick, James.”
“I have what you asked for.” He reached into his suit and pulled out a small package. “I figured since it wasn’t obtained the typical way, you wanted to keep it a secret.”
“Don’t judge me, James,” I warned as I took the package and tucked it into my jacket.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Never.” He looked down at the crowd. “You'd better get your girl back up here.”
I looked down to see two men approaching her from opposite sides.
The bigger one reached her first and started talking to her, so the smaller guy stayed close and watched the exchange.
She smiled politely at the first man and shook her head, but he moved closer, invading her space.
He took her hand and planted a kiss on the back.
She was clearly nervous, but not the good kind, and yet, she laughed anyway.
My blood boiled, and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the railing, wondering if she was enjoying another man flirting with her, if she knew I was watching.
She should’ve been pushing that man away, slapping him across the face, anything to get him to stop, before walking her little ass up here so I could fuck it before we left.
Taking Avery out had been a mistake.
“James,” I called out. “I need something else. I’ll text you.”
He nodded, and I didn’t watch him leave as I looked back at my stepsister.
The second man was getting closer, picking up on the first guy’s failed attempt.
Why was she just standing there?
Did she like other men flirting with her? Was she enjoying the attention? Was it better than mine?
I growled and pushed off the railing, heading straight for the stairs.
Fuck this.