21. Soren #2
It’s not even as though finding out about the camera work makes a difference, she’s right. It doesn’t bring any kind of embarrassment on our already tarnished family name.
“Survival.” Her answer is simple. “I needed a quick way to get money. My debts were piling up and like hell anyone was going to give me a handout. Or are you trying to ask if I ever take on a guest? People will pay more for that than they will for videos.”
I ignore her dig, my nerves rattling. “That’s not everything.”
“Of course it’s not the whole story,” she snaps. “But what makes you think I want to tell you? Especially when you burst into my room?”
Should I be embarrassed by my behavior? I try to find it but there are no shreds of shame for me to grab onto. There is only the anger, as she called out.
She’s right to .
I force a deep shuddering inhale before saying, “I want to understand. Why would you subject yourself to this? It’s not like you. Surely you had other ways of getting money.”
Her eyes flash with fire. “How would you know? It’s just like me.”
“As much as it kills me to admit, I’ve gotten to know you over the last week. You aren’t the kind of woman who revels in being watched. If anything, you’re the opposite.”
She flinches. “Maybe I might have done it as a punishment to my mom, like you act out to punish your father.”
Ouch . Score one for Gilli. She’s young but she knows where to cut.
“Doubtful.” The word is a growl.
“I know what you’ve been doing. I know why you came in here trying to force me to watch myself.” At least she’s not denying it anymore. “Being shitty to me isn’t going to absolve you. Finding someone who sins more than you do won’t be your act of penitence.”
I huff out a laugh. “You think I’m looking for absolution?”
“I think you’re looking for something and you still haven’t found it. Tough shit, Soren. You’re like everyone else in this world,” she seethes.
I take a step closer to crowd her, hoping she’ll be intimidated and back down. If she keeps challenging me then we might not make it out of this room alive.
I’m not so far gone to ignore the fact that her breath has quickened, her chest rising and falling, and my cock straining to get to her.
I could yank that towel off and find out for myself what the trio of freckles looks like.
Her knees hit the back of the bed and she drops. Good.
I move, covering her body with mine in the next heartbeat. Stop .
But neither one of us says it, because neither one of us will mean it .
“Do you like it when men watch you touch yourself?” I ask. My own breathing is harsh and my blood is filled with fire. “Do you enjoy being told what to do?”
She reaches for my neck like she’s planning to strangle me, and I drop the phone to grab her and force her arms to her sides. The weight of my body pushes her down into the mattress, and I arch my hips to nestle between her legs and pin her down.
Gilli shoves against me but I’m not moving.
I shouldn't push her this way. But she’s snarling at me and struggling underneath my body. She’s short, thick, curvy in all the right ways, and the more she squirms the more my cock is hard enough to chafe.
“Get the fuck out of my room, Soren, and leave me alone.”
“Make me leave,” I say angrily. “Force me out, if you can. I don’t think you want to, Gilli. I think you’re just like me and there is a certain comfort in the hatred, the anger. Especially when you point it at yourself.”
“Get out !” she yells, twisting her body violently to shake me loose, like a horse attempting to buck its rider out of the saddle.
Damn, she’s stronger than she looks. I lose my grip on one arm and she uses the sudden leverage to squirm away, off the bed.
I’m left holding her towel in my hand.
And she’s standing there, naked as the day she was born, and what a glorious sight to behold.
I scramble up from the bed quickly and grab her by the waist.
I haul her backwards with me as I sit on the edge of the bed, flopping her across my lap. She squeals as I bring my hand down. Spanking that gorgeous ass.
She’s plastered to me, my cock pushing into her belly. And I realize that she’s stopped struggling. Her body trembles, and my pulse roars in my ears .
Something unrecognizable flashes over her face when I bring my hand down again on her bare ass cheek. Her body is now taut and rigid, as if anticipating the next swat.
“You like it, don’t you?”
I spank her again, her eyes glaze and her breath quickens. So I keep spanking her. Keep touching her. Damn, those dimples. How can a man think straight when faced with those cute as shit dimples on her butt cheeks?
I need to stop because this is wrong. Or maybe it’s wrong because it feels so fucking right.
She’s got some deal with the lower half of her body and I’ve seen it before. But now I've got her where I want her, and she’s whimpering. Crying out and panting.
“Have you been spanked before like a bad girl?”
My nerves are shot.
Gilli shakes her head, her legs clenching together. I glance down and wetness drips between her legs to soak through my pants.
“Of course you have,” I answer myself. “You’ve probably been spanked for your videos. If not a man, then you spanked yourself. You little slut.”
I spank her again, but this time I pause, gliding my hand over the swell until my fingers slip between her legs and she jerks. Christ, she’s wet. Absolutely dripping.
“I’m not a slut,” she says, her voice breathy. “And you're drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, Gilli.”
There’s nothing to blame, no excuse to make.
I’m strung too tight, barely managing to hold on, and the first sight of the glistening wetness has me losing the last bit of control.
Goddamn me for this.
I throw her off my lap and onto the bed. Before she has a chance to adjust herself, I grab her by the thighs and turn her onto her back.
She’s staring at me with her mouth slightly open, like I’m a stranger, like someone she’s never seen before. Her legs fall open.
My stepsister.
Mine .
I lick my lips. A dark smile pries them apart before I push her knees open further.
“Slut,” I repeat.
“Dickhead,” she throws back.
The unrelenting voice in my head disappears entirely as I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The first swipe of my tongue against her pussy is both pure agony and pure ecstasy.
The sounds of pleasure coming from her lips?—
I’m undone.
The things I feel for her right now…I’m past trying to figure out why.
I growl against her, massaging my lips and my tongue to her folds while she curses me, and loving every moment of it.
I thrust my tongue inside her tight little channel, feeling the way she tenses around me, her hands in my hair but not to push me away.
To pull me closer.