Graham
P lease, please, , fuck me.”
I sit up with a grin, my cock harder than diamonds. Edging has never been my thing, but in this case, it’s been worth every minute to hear those words fall from her sweet little mouth, watching her writhe and squirm until she’s begging for me to fill her. It’s a magnificent sight. One I could get used to.
And goddamn, she is a fucking beauty, tied to the bed and blindfolded, completely at my mercy. It’s been an effort not to come in my fucking pants just from the sight.
I reach up, removing the blindfold from her eyes. Her lashes, heavy with moisture, stick together. Bright blue eyes filled with lust, need, and anguish stare at me, pleading. I swipe away the tears still streaming down her cheeks with my thumb then bring it to her pretty mouth. Tugging her bottom lip, I slip it between her teeth. Her lips wrap around the digit, and my dick pulses behind my zipper.
Just a fucking minute, asshole. You’ll have your turn.
My thumb pulls from her mouth with a pop, and I consider undoing her hands, then decide to give her more of a tease.
I climb from the bed and stand at the side, taking my time as I release the buttons of my shirt and untuck it, but don’t immediately remove it. Instead, I reach into my pocket, grab my wallet, and retrieve a condom, tossing it on the bed next to her. She stares at the plastic package, swallowing hard.
If a fucking condom ruins this, I may throw myself off the fucking roof.
“Eyes over here, Sunflower.” Those sapphires swing to me as I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper.
Hesitation squeezes my chest. I’m almost ready to fuck her with my clothes on because if she sees my dick, she might freak out and decide coming around my cock isn’t worth it. Then what’s under my shirt might make her realize I’m more than a little obsessed with her.
“,” she squirms on the bed, pulling at the belt. “Please.”
Fuck it. Ready or not, Sunflower, here I come.
The shirt goes first, and even though she saw me the other night, she was too drunk to notice much, so I smirk when her blue eyes trail every inch, growing bigger as they trace the definition of my abs. “I’m feeling objectified, Sunflower,” I tease, wanting her eyes on me when my pants hit the floor. A cute flush brightens her cheeks as her gaze snaps to mine, but of course, when the pants and boxer briefs hit the floor, her eyes drop along with her mouth.
The haze of lust is still there, but the panic is back, too. “Wh-what’s that?”
I grab my dick, stroking slowly as I make my way back to the bed. Her eyes never leave my desperate cock as I climb onto the bed and make my way to her. “I think you know what this is, baby.” I slide it through her wet slit once before I straddle her hips again to release the binds holding her hands.
“Why is it… You’re… !”
Her hands fall free from the restraints, gripping the covers beside us as she continues to stare. “It will feel good, Case. I promise.” I lower myself, taking her mouth before whispering, “So fucking good.”
I lean back to reach for the rubber and know the minute she sees. Her tiny gasps echo in my ears as her fingers brush my inner bicep, then my collarbone. “Wh-when did you do these?”
I turn my arm, giving her a better view of the sunflower tattoo inked there. “That one, a long damn time ago. Even before you kissed me. You’ve always been special to me, Casey. You know that. Or you should.”
She chews her cheek for a moment, lost somewhere deep in thought. I hope it’s realizing the truth. “What about this one?”
I grip the fingers still brushing her name written across my collarbone in fine script and kiss the tips. “That was a little while after I kicked your little boyfriend’s ass.”
She presses her lips together, hiding a grin as I quirk a brow, then reach over, grab the condom, and rip the wrapper with my teeth before rolling the latex over the crown. Her breathing is erratic, her pulse is rapid as I tug her down the bed and spread her legs. Her body shudders as I rub myself against her slick heat. I slant my mouth over hers and nudge her entrance.
She pulls away from the kiss, her mind moving a mile a minute. “Is it going to hurt?” she whispers.
“Not like you think, baby. Or like you’ve undoubtedly read in those dirty little books you like to read.” I push forward a bit, and her breath catches. “Breathe, Casey. You’ll stretch a bit, but that hymen thing isn’t like you imagine. I just fingered you within an inch of your life. It’s been thoroughly stretched. It will be more uncomfortable than painful as long as you breathe and let me in.”
“Kiss me,” she demands.
A wide smile spread my mouth. “With pleasure, baby.” I press my lips to hers again, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my back as her tongue swirls with mine. I wait until she’s consumed with our kiss, burning with need, before I push forward a little more. She gasps against my mouth, and I chuckle. “Count them as I push inside,” I murmur. “When you get to eight, I’m all the way inside you.”
I keep slowly sinking deeper and deeper. Her lashes flutter, but it’s her moving lips, doing as I instructed, that makes me chuckle, but it works. She’s distracted by the feeling, focused on each barbell pierced along my dick. It feels like an eternity passes before I’m fully seated inside her. I went slowly, but not out of fear of hurting her. It was because I wanted her to feel every inch of me as I joined our bodies together.
My lips press to her forehead as I wait for a second because her pussy strangles my cock so well, I’m afraid if I don’t get myself under control, this show will be over before it begins. She’s so goddamn fucking tight. I’m not sure how I get all the way in without exploding.
“.” Her pussy squeezes me tight, making me groan loudly. “Please move.”
Obeying her, my hips pull back, and fucking hell, even I can feel each damn piercing as I slide against her walls. My teeth grind tightly when I surge forward, tilting my hips up. I take it slow and easy, wanting desperately to make this good for her, but it doesn’t take long before I can no longer control myself. The tempo picks up as I lift her leg into the crook of my arm, angling my hips up to hit her g-spot.
Her hips meet mine, thrust for thrust as she throws her other long, limber leg up high on my waist. I pivot, bumping her clit every time I reach her G-spot. Sweat trickles down my face. Our combined pants fill the air, mingling into one frantic breath.
She whimpers as she clenches around me. Her sharp nails bite into my flesh. As her tight cunt molds to my cock, I become more aware of what I already knew…
This is all I’ve wanted for so long that I’m not sure I remember a time I didn’t. And I don’t mean the sex, though I think I could live inside her sweet little pussy and be happy. But I mean with her . I’m still not sure when everything changed. When she stopped being the little girl I needed to protect and became the woman I loved, but it happened long before now. Long before I came back. At some point, despite the distance between us, the need to protect and care turned into more, and now… now I know I can’t go back.
My hips thrust with an urgent need to make her feel it, too.
My heart pounds with desperation to reach hers.
This went from needing to be inside her—to feel her wrapped around me—to claiming her as mine.
I’ve said it to her over and over, but it’s never been more true.
Mine.
Her pussy spasms as her soft whimpers become louder, turning to pleas.
Mine.
My dick throbs as my balls get tighter.
Mine.
Her back arches as her mouth falls open, shocking the absolute shit out of me when she screams loud enough for the neighbors to hear, sending me falling over the edge with her.
I keep moving, emptying myself into the barrier between us. Her pussy squeezes me as if it wants to keep me forever.
Trust me, I relate.
My forehead rests against hers as we both try to catch our breath. My eyes search hers, waiting for the moment to come when she freaks out, but it never does, and tension I didn’t realize I was carrying melts away. “How was that, baby? Did I make it worth it?”
She tucks her bottom lips between her teeth as her hazy eyes meet mine. She gives me a cute nod, then blushes deeply. I chuckle, tugging that lip from between her teeth, then kissing her long and slow. I carefully pull out of her body, immediately missing the feel of her tight sheath hugging my cock. I go to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, then wash my hands. Next, I grab a warm, wet washcloth to clean her up. She needs to soak in the tub. I prepped her as much as I could, but she’ll still be sore. This will have to do for now.
I see how right I am when I reenter her room and find her snoring softly. Gently, I clean between her legs, then toss the cloth to the floor before climbing into the bed behind her. Within minutes, I’m out cold, and get the best sleep of my life.
*****
An incandescent glow illuminates the room as the first trickle of daylight filters through her bedroom window, dancing across her lithe body. My fingers drift down soft skin, lightly tracing the script running the length of her spine, over the dip of her waist ending right above her ass as she snores softly. My chest aches at how beautiful she is lying next to me in peaceful slumber.
It’s official. I’ve corrupted my stepsister—taken her chastity without remorse, and I can’t wait for all the other ways I plan to defile her perfect body. What I love is that no matter what I do, she still exudes picture-perfect purity. If Krista couldn’t strip away her gentle kindness—her sweet soul—nothing could.
Her skin pebbles under my light strokes, but otherwise, she’s perfectly unaware, lost to the exhaustion of multiple orgasms.
It was only six when we reached her apartment. After passing out for a couple of hours after round one, I woke up and went to her kitchen. I grabbed the food I had delivered to her on Saturday and threw together a quick stir-fry for us because it was faster than waiting an hour for delivery. I woke her, made her eat, and then took her back to bed, where I enjoyed her a few more times. I only felt slightly guilty that she would be sore today during her dance classes.
We fell asleep tangled in each other well after midnight, yet I’m awake once again. It’s not unusual for me. Running multiple corporations at once means I’m well accustomed to little sleep, but it wasn’t my routine of sleeping for three or four hours and then working for eighteen that woke me. It was who’s next to me, needing to see her, touch her.
Fuck, my dick is like a rock again, and thoughts I’ve never had in my life invade my mind. Consent is my thing. I’ve always needed it because I won’t risk losing everything I worked my ass for because of ambiguity—because I let my dick do the thinking. But right now, I want to crawl over her sleeping form and sink inside her body again. The only thing stopping me is that I know I’ve done enough damage for one day. She will feel me every time she moves when she wakes. At least, since it seems my moral compass has disintegrated, my concern for her well-being is still intact.
A low buzzing interrupts my invasion of the sleeping goddess next to me. I turn, looking over my shoulder as my phone glows with an incoming text. Turning over, I swipe the device and read the message.
Will: I’m outside the door.
She stirs a bit as I slide out of bed, her head twisting, causing those golden strands to tangle more. I look around the room, find my pants, and slide them on, then walk with light footsteps across the room to the door. My teeth clench when the silence is cut with the sharp squeak of her door. Why the fuck is the damn door squeaking? She murmurs my name—and of course, I grin like a dick—but otherwise remains lost in her deep slumber.
Will is standing on the other side of her door when I swing it open, a fresh suit of clothes in one hand and a box of pastries in the other. His eyes run over me as he lifts an amused brow. “Just so you know, as your bodyguard , it’s useful if I know where your body is.”
“You know now,” I reply, waving him in. “Did you get the psychopath out of the house?”
He steps across the threshold, handing me the garment bag, and then walks toward the island. “Yeah. She’s gone, but I’m not sure I get paid enough to deal with that sort of melodramatic bullshit. I’ve seen toddlers with better behavior.” He sets the bag on the counter and turns to me, leaning against the white stone countertop with his arms folded across his chest. “Your dad seemed pissed. I thought he would appreciate you doing his dirty work.”
I frown, shaking my head. What is it with this damn woman and the men she sucks into her orbit? “I can only hope his concern is with the baby and not her.”
Taking the garment bag, I lay it across the back of the sofa. When I turn around, Will is closing the lid to the pastry box with a glazed donut between his lips. He bites off a piece and then points to where I laid the bag across the sofa. “Why the hell do you wear a suit to a record label office?”
“Because I want to.” It’s the truth. I prefer to do business in a suit because it projects cold detachment. I’m just another suit, albeit an expensive one, in a sea of suits, which means no one can get a read off of me based on what I’m wearing.
I walk across the room to the island, grab the pastry box, and choose a Bavarian-filled one. Then, I walk to where a roll of paper towels sits on the tail of a stretching cat. After ripping one off and wrapping the notoriously messy éclair, I walk back to the island and lean across the cold marble, staring at my friend. “I know it’s been less than a day, but have you found out anything?”
“No, but I have made some calls. Do I need to call H?”
I shake my head as I chew the fluffy, sweet indulgence. “I already did.”
“Your new boss isn’t short on connections either. Thought about asking him if maybe he or his brother could help you dig?”
“Let’s see what we can find out before we bring outsiders into the fold.”
Will’s eyebrows jump to his forehead, not bothering to hide his surprise. “You realize they’re less of an outsider than you are? They are literally her dad and Henry’s best friends.”
I roll my head from side to side, the cervical joints popping loudly as I grit my teeth. “Where she’s concerned,” my head tips toward her bedroom door, “I’m the only insider.”
“Don’t let your ego get in the way.” He stands from the chair and gestures around her apartment. “And you better come clean about all of this before it bites you in the ass.”
“Is there a reason you’re sticking your nose in my business?” I growl.
“Yep. Because I’m paid to. You gonna keep driving today?”
I nod, swallowing my last bite of food. “I want you to take her wherever she needs to go today.”
“And who’s going to watch you?”
I roll my eyes, scoffing. “Please, we both know I don’t need a bodyguard. I just hate driving because people are stupid and make me homicidal.”
“If you called Henry, I’m sure he’s already got some guys watching her.” When I don’t budge, he snorts and walks across the room toward the door. “I’ll get Henry to send someone for you.”
I don’t have time to argue when the door slams behind him.
After cleaning any crumbs and tossing my paper towel in the trash can, I grab my clothes and head to the room that was Lily’s. The room couldn’t be more different from Casey’s if it tried. Casey’s room is dark, with charcoal walls and bedding, but it doesn’t feel it. The massive burst of sunflowers attached to the wall above the headboard and the deep yellow bench at the foot of her bed bring the entire room to life.
She’s been obsessed with sunflowers for as long as I’ve known her. After seeing her wear them, draw them, beg for them so often, it became her nickname from me.
Lily’s room is shades of purple, pink, and black with no obvious rhyme or reason creatively yet purposefully splattered like graffiti. I toss my clothes on the abstract patterned comforter and go to the en suite.
In the bathroom almost identical to Casey’s minus the jetted tub, I toss my toiletries bag on the vanity. Steam billows almost immediately after I turn the knobs, and I quickly step in and clean myself, finishing in less than five minutes. After toweling off with a fluffy white towel, I run my electric razor over my face, throw some product in my hair, and go to the bedroom and get dressed.
I’m not surprised when I walk out of Lily’s room to see Casey stumbling around in the kitchen, but I am disappointed because I wanted to wake her myself. Preferably with my tongue.
My shoulder rests against the door frame, and I finish adjusting my cuff and watch her, dressed in a T-shirt and tiny shorts, stand with her forehead propped against the cabinet. Even with her long locks resembling a bird’s nest more than hair and less-than-graceful movements, she’s gorgeous.
Soft muttering flows through the room, making me chuckle to myself as I push off the frame and walk toward her with quiet steps. “Stupid, stupid, Casey. You let your stupid little girl dreams creep in, and now your heart hurts. You knew it was just sex for him. What else could it be?”
“It was definitely more than sex,” I say against her neck as I grip her hips.
She spins in my arms with a tiny gasp, a bright flush coloring her cheeks. “You’re still here!”
My hands leave her hips, resting on either side of her against the counter as I cage her in. “You thought I wouldn’t be?” I brush my nose against her jaw, breathing her in. “Did you not listen to a word I said last night?”
“I-I just woke up, and you weren’t there so I thought…” Her lips tuck between her teeth as her eyes drop.
With a finger hooked under her chin, I lift her eyes back to mine. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Sunflower. I told you, you’re mine.”
“And what if I’m never okay with…” Her shoulder hitches as if she’s lost the words. From the look in her eyes, she has, but I know what she means.
“Not an option. I’m giving you time to believe this isn’t a game for me. To understand that though I don’t know the future, this isn’t something I’ve entered lightly. But people will find out because I’m a possessive jackass, Case. You know this about me.”
“No, I don’t.”
My brows pinch as I lean back from her, searching her face to see if she’s serious. It takes a breath to see she is. “Casey, you know me better than anyone.”
Blond tendrils sweep around her face, but her denial makes my stomach twist. If anyone knows me, it’s Casey. How can she not… “I know what you allowed a child to see, . I know you’re ambitious and driven, but the entire world knows that. I know you’re protective of your little brother and sister.” When I growl, she cups a hand over my mouth and continues. “I know nothing of your likes or dislikes. What you do for fun. Your favorite food or sports team.”
My lips seal over her palm before I peel it away from my mouth. “Bullshit.” Confusion and shock spread across her face as her mouth opens to say something. A quick jerk of my head shuts her pretty lips. “Steak or chicken. Which do I choose?”
“Steak, medium rare, a side of fried potatoes.” She looks surprised by her answer, but her expression slips to annoyance when I grin. “That just proves you’re like a million other men.”
“I’m offered tickets to the Knicks or the Giants. Which do I choose?”
“Neither, you like hockey.” Her lips tuck between her teeth before she grins. “Okay, maybe I know you a little, but we both know there’s a lot I don’t. Just like there’s a lot about me, you don’t know.”
“Mmm, you keep thinking that, Sunflower.” I press her deeper against the countertop as my tongue traces her soft skin. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to pretend you’re not mine whenever I see you.” The thought burns like acid bubbling in my veins. Regret I even suggested it already eats at my vanity, but I know she needs this. For her , I’ll suck it up and go against my nature.
“,” she pushes at my chest, lifting her eyes to mine. Concern shadows her features as a heaviness settles in her eyes. “This will not work. You want to shout from the rooftops for reasons I don’t understand, and I’m never going to be ready to alienate our family, especially our dads and Jagger.”
My hand lifts, cupping her face as I plant my lips on her forehead. “It will work, Case. No, I’m not patient, but I know you need time. What you need to understand, however, is that while they may get upset at first, you won’t lose anyone.”
“You can’t know that,” she whispers.
“Yeah, I do, Sunflower. Liam will get over it, just like you got over him with your best friend. He didn’t ask your permission there, I assume.” She shakes her head, turning red. “My dad only wants you happy, and he knows I would never hurt you. And Jagger… Jagger knows how I feel.”
“H-how?” Her eyes are the size of dinner plates at that scrap of information. I chuckle and shake my head.
“Later. Right now, I have to get to the office, and you need to get ready for class. Will is in the garage waiting to drive you.”
“, that’s not necessary. I can catch a cab.”
“Just do this for me, Casey. It will make me feel better. I’ll explain more later, okay?”
She nods as I peck her lips, then force myself to step back. I smooth my tie, taking another second to appreciate the sight before me, then head for the door. Before I exit the apartment, I indulge in one final peek. “See you tonight, Sunflower.” I wink and walk out the door.