Chapter 8
eight
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Ethan
The clink of silverware against porcelain cuts through the heavy silence at the dining room table. My jaw clenches as Lila pointedly avoids my gaze, her eyes fixed on the plate in front of her. The tension between us is so thick, it's suffocating.
I can't take this anymore. She's been avoiding me for days, ever since that night she gave herself to. I need to feel her soft curves pressed against me, hear her breathy moans in my ear as I claim her as mine once more.
Fuck some sense into that stubborn, sexy little head of hers. Remind her who she belongs to.
Lila
I can feel Ethan's eyes boring into me from across the table, but I refuse to meet his intense stare. My face flushes as flashes of our forbidden tryst assault my mind—his strong hands gripping my hips, the rough drag of his stubble against my sensitive skin, the delicious ache between my thighs...
No. I can't think about that. What we did was wrong. He's my stepbrother for god's sake. I try to focus on the conversation between Mom and Richard, something about their upcoming anniversary party, but Ethan's presence is inescapable. It's like every nerve ending in my body is attuned to him, hyper-aware of his every move.
I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his foot brush against my calf under the table. My wide eyes dart to his, and the heated look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. He slowly drags the toe of his shoe up my leg, his intentions unmistakable.
Abruptly, I stand, my chair screeching against the hardwood floor. "May I be excused?" I ask, my voice trembling.
"Lila, are you alright dear?" Mom asks, her brow furrowed in concern. "You've barely touched your food."
"I'm fine," I mumble, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Just not very hungry. I think I'll go lie down for a bit."
I jet out of there before anyone can protest.
Ethan
The sun beats down on the crowded pool deck, the air thick with chatter and laughter. I scan the area, searching for a glimpse of auburn hair and lush curves.
There.
By the bar, Lila throws her head back, laughing at something a guy standing next to her says.
Red hot jealousy surges through my veins. The tall, muscular guy leans in closer, his hand brushing her bare shoulder.
Oh hell no.
I don’t know who this fuck is, and I don’t care.
In a few quick strides, I'm at her side, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. "Hey sis," I murmur, loud enough for him to hear. "Who's your friend?"
Lila tenses, shooting me a warning look. "This is Jake. We have lit class together."
"Jake." I give him a tight smile, my tone dripping with false friendliness. "Mind if I steal my sister for a bit? We need to...talk."
Without waiting for a response, I pull Lila flush against me and all but drag her back into the house. She struggles, hissing at me to let go. But my grip only tightens as I yank open the door to the first empty room I find.
The moment we're alone, I push her up against the wall, caging her in with my arms. Fire rages in my veins as I rake my eyes over her scantily clad body.
Mine . All mine .
"You've been a very bad girl, Lila," I rasp, trailing one finger down her trembling throat. "Avoiding me. Flirting with other guys. Looks like someone needs a reminder of who she belongs to..."
Lila
My heart hammers wildly against my ribcage as Ethan looms over me, his eyes dark with lust and fury. The heat of his hard body seeps into my skin, making me tremble with forbidden desire.
"I wasn't flirting," I protest weakly, even as arousal coils tight in my belly. "We were just talking."
"Don't lie to me," he growls, fisting a hand in my hair and yanking my head back. I gasp at the sharp sting. "You're mine, Lila. No one else gets to fucking touch you. Got it?"
I should be outraged by his possessiveness, his complete disregard for my autonomy. But god help me, it only turns me on more. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my bikini top, begging for his touch.
"I don't belong to you," I whisper, even as my body betrays me, arching into him. "What we did...it can't happen again. It's wrong?—"
His lips crash against mine, swallowing my feeble protests. He kisses me with bruising force, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. Owning me.
I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as I surrender to the consuming heat. He groans into my mouth, pressing his hard length against my stomach.
“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t belong to me when I feel how wet this pussy gets for me. You are mine. Do you understand me?”
All I can do is gasp as he presses his erection harder into me.
"Feel that, baby?" he rasps against my swollen lips. "Feel how hard I am for you? I've been going crazy, not being able to touch you, taste you. I need to be inside you. Now ."
His hands roughly yank down the ties of my bikini bottoms. The scrap of fabric falls to the floor as he shoves two fingers between my thighs.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groans, stroking my slick folds. "So wet and ready for me, aren't you? Dirty girl."
"Ethan," I whimper, grinding shamelessly against his skilled fingers. "Please..."
"Please what?" He nips sharply at my bottom lip. "Tell me what you need, Lila. Beg for it."
My cheeks flush with humiliation and arousal. I'm never this wanton, this needy. Only he can reduce me to this quivering mess of desire.
"I need you," I pant, too far gone to deny it anymore. "I need your cock. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."
A feral glint lights his blue eyes. In a flash, he spins me around and bends me over the arm of the leather couch.
"That's my good girl," he praises darkly. Then, with one brutal thrust, he sheaths himself deep inside my aching core...
Ethan
Lila's tight, wet heat clenches around my dick like a vice as I pound into her from behind, my hips snapping against her plump ass with each punishing thrust.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groan, fisting my hand in her long hair and yanking her head back. "Taking my cock so deep. Such a greedy little slut for me, aren't you?"
She can only whimper in response, her body quaking with the force of my thrusts. I slide my other hand around to play with her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that make her buck and moan.
"That's it, baby. I wanna hear you. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked by your stepbrother's big cock."
"Oh god, Ethan!" she cries out, her slick walls fluttering around me. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back as I rut into her harder, my strokes growing erratic.
"Never," I rasp in her ear. "I'll never stop. You're mine, Lila. This pussy belongs to me. I'm gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum. Mark you from the inside out."
She comes apart with a scream of my name, her pussy clamping down on me like a hot, wet fist. I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan, pumping her full of my seed as I empty myself deep inside her spasming cunt.
Lila
I collapse against the arm of the couch, boneless and spent as Ethan softens inside me. My heart races, my breath coming in harsh pants.
Oh my god. I can't believe we just did that. In the middle of a family party, where anyone could've walked in and caught us.
Shame washes over me, warring with the lingering bliss of my release. I'm disgusted with myself, with how easily I gave in to him.
How much I enjoyed it.
Ethan pulls out of my tender core with a wet squelch, and I wince at the sensitivity. I can feel the slick slide of his cum dripping down my inner thighs, and my cheeks burn.
He tucks himself back into his swim trunks before gently turning me to face him. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his muscular chest.
"You okay, baby?" he murmurs, brushing a tender kiss to my temple.
The soft gesture is such a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. It makes my throat tighten with unnamed emotion.
"No," I whisper, turning my face into his neck so he can't see the tears welling in my eyes. "This is so messed up, Ethan. We can't keep doing this."
His arms tighten around me, and I can already feel the storm brewing.
Ethan
"We can't keep doing this?" I repeat, anger and disbelief warring inside me. "Are you fucking kidding me, Lila?"
I grab her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. Unshed tears glisten in her green eyes, and I want to kiss them away. Make her forget everything but how good I make her feel.
"After what we just did, after how hard you came on my cock, you're still going to pretend this isn't what you want? What you need?"
She tries to pull away, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter what I want. What we're doing is wrong. If anyone found out-"
"Fuck them," I cut her off harshly. "All that matter is you and me."
I slide my hands down her arms, gentling my touch. Trying a different approach. "Come on, Lila. Don't fight this. You know we're meant to be together. The way you respond to me, the way our bodies fit so perfectly...It's destiny, sweetheart."
"Destiny?" She scoffs, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. The longing. "You're my stepbrother, Ethan. What we're doing is sick. It's..."
She trails off.
The disgust in her voice cuts me like a knife. Rage bubbles up inside me, and I grip her tighter. "I don't give a fuck what you call it. All I know is that you're mine, and I'll be damned if I let you go now."
I crush my mouth to hers in a brutal kiss, swallowing her gasp. She resists for only a moment before melting against me, her lips parting for my invading tongue. I explore the hot silk of her mouth, memorizing her addictive taste.
Mine. My Lila. She'll never escape me.
I tear my mouth away to trail biting kisses down the slender column of her throat. She tilts her head back with a breathy moan, giving me better access. I suck hard on her pulse point, determined to mark her. Claim her.
"You're mine," I rasp against her racing pulse. "This body, this heart, this sweet pussy. It all belongs to me. I won't let you run from this. From us."
"Ethan, please," she whimpers, but I can't tell if she's begging me to stop or keep going.
I slide my hand between her thighs, groaning when I find her wet and ready again. "This is your fate, baby. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. I'll only ever bring you pleasure. I'll worship this sexy body the way you deserve."
I stroke her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She bucks against my hand with a needy whine. "Let me love you…”
Lila
"Let me love you," Ethan whispers huskily against my skin. "Let me show you how good we can be together."
His skillful fingers dip inside me, stoking the embers of my desire back into a raging inferno. I buck my hips, grinding myself wantonly against his hand.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, curling his fingers to hit that magic spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "Ride my fingers. Take what you need."
I'm so close already, my body primed and needy from our previous coupling. The wet squelch of his digits pumping in and out of my dripping sex is obscene in the quiet room.
"Ethan, oh god..." I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders as I shamelessly fuck myself on his hand.
"Come for me, Lila," he demands, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "Soak my fingers with your sweet cream. Let me feel this greedy pussy squeeze me tight."
His filthy words are my undoing. I detonate with a silent scream, my thighs clamping around his wrist as I gush all over his pumping fingers. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, shorting out my brain until all I know is pleasure.
Ethan works me through it, his touches gentling as I slowly float back down. He presses soft kisses to my slack mouth, my cheeks, my fluttering eyelids.
"So beautiful," he murmurs reverently. "I'll never get enough of watching you fall apart for me."
Boneless and sated, I slump against his solid chest, too blissed out to feel anything but contentment. In this moment, wrapped in his strong arms, it's easy to believe his promises of love and destiny.
But in the back of my pleasure-drunk mind, a small voice whispers that this can only end in heartbreak...
And then I hear a gasp.