7. Holly #2
"They'll talk. It'll get back to your father, my mother?—"
"Eventually, yes." Harrison settles in his seat, pulling me close. "But I'm not apologizing for claiming you publicly."
"You said you love me."
His expression softens, the hard edges melting. "I do. I'm in love with you, Holly. Have been for weeks, maybe longer."
Tears prick my eyes. "Harrison?—"
"You don't have to say it back. Not until you're ready."
"I'm ready." The words tumble out. "I love you too. That's what terrifies me—I love my stepbrother who's twenty-nine years older, and I don't care that it's wrong."
Harrison kisses me deeply, right there in the private box, heedless of the opera resuming below. His hand cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek.
When he pulls back, his gray eyes are fierce. "It's not wrong. It's the most right thing in my life."
The rest of the opera passes in a blur. I can't focus on the stage, only on Harrison beside me. On his declaration. On the fact that he claimed me publicly, told his colleagues he loves me.
On the fact that I love him back.
We leave immediately after the performance. The town car waits, and Harrison gives the driver his penthouse address.
In the back seat, the tension is thick. Harrison's hand rests possessively on my thigh, thumb stroking over the silk.
"You have no idea what it did to me, watching Marcus look at you," he says quietly.
"You were jealous."
"Possessive. There's a difference."
At the penthouse, the door barely closes before he's on me. His mouth crashes against mine, demanding and fierce. His hands find the zipper of my dress, dragging it down.
The emerald silk pools at my feet.
"You're mine, Holly. Mine."
"Prove it."
His eyes flash with dark promise.
He backs me toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. My naked back presses against the cold glass. Harrison strips quickly, his tattooed chest and arms revealed, his cock already hard and thick.
"Everyone at that opera house will be talking about us tomorrow," he growls against my neck. "And I don't care. You're mine."
He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock pushes inside me in one hard thrust, stretching my pussy, filling me completely.
"Ahh—Harrison—" I gasp, my back sliding against the glass. The cold surface contrasts with the heat of his body pressed against mine.
He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. Each thrust drives his cock balls-deep, hitting my cervix. My breasts press against his chest, my nails digging into his shoulders. The city lights spread below, other buildings close enough that someone might see us.
The risk makes everything hotter.
"My beautiful young stepsister taking her much older stepbrother's cock," Harrison groans, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Say you love me."
"I love you—God, Harrison, I love you—" My pussy clenches around his shaft as he pounds into me.
"Again."
"I love you—my stepbrother—I love you—ahh—yes—" Each word comes out broken between his thrusts.
His thumb finds my clit, circling with perfect pressure while his cock continues stretching me, filling me. My pussy clenches around his thick shaft, pleasure building fast and overwhelming.
"Come for me, Holly. Come on your stepbrother's cock."
The orgasm slams through me. "Oh fuck—yes—Harrison—I love you?—"
My pussy spasms violently around him, gripping him tight, milking his cock. Harrison groans, thrusting deep one last time before he comes inside me, his hot cum filling my clenching pussy.
"Mine. Forever mine. I love you, Holly."
We collapse together, breathing hard. Harrison carries me to the bedroom, lays me on the bed, covers my body with his.
Round two is slower. More emotional. He takes his time, kissing every inch of my skin, whispering declarations of love between thrusts. He lays me back against the pillows, settling between my thighs.
His cock slides into my wet pussy again, slower this time. He rocks into me with deliberate, measured strokes that make me feel every thick inch.
"I love you," he murmurs against my lips. "I'm in love with you, Holly."
"I love you too—ahh—" My response turns into a moan as he grinds deep.
He shifts our position, pulling me on top of him. I straddle his hips, sinking my pussy down onto his cock until he's buried completely inside me.
"Ride me, stepsister. Show me how much you love me."
I start moving, rolling my hips, taking his cock deep with each motion. Harrison's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements, helping me find the perfect angle. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.
"I'm going to marry you someday, stepsister," he says against my lips, thrusting up to meet my movements. "Make you mine legally."
The promise should seem premature. We've only been together weeks. But I believe him.
"They'll never accept us." My voice breaks as he thrusts particularly deep.
"They'll have to. I love you too much to let you go." He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, changing the angle so his cock drives even deeper. "Say it again."
"I love you—ahh—I love you, Harrison?—"
His mouth finds mine as we move together, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. The new position makes everything more intense. I can feel him so deep, stretching me, filling me completely.
He flips us again, pressing me into the mattress. His cock pounds into me harder now, faster, more desperate. One hand grips my hip while the other finds my clit again.
"I love you, Holly. My perfect girl. Mine."
"Yours—I'm yours—I love you—" The words tumble out between gasps and moans.
His fingers work my clit in tight circles while his cock drives deep, hitting my cervix with each powerful thrust. My pussy clenches around him, another orgasm building.
"Come for me again. Let me feel you come on my cock while I tell you I love you."
The combination of his words, his fingers on my clit, his thick cock stretching my pussy sends me over the edge.
"Harrison—yes—oh God—I love you—" I cry out, my pussy spasming around him, gripping his shaft tight.
He groans, thrusting deep and hard. "I love you—fuck—I love you, Holly?—"
His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his cum again. He buries his face in my neck, his body shaking as he comes, still whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Afterward, we lie tangled in his sheets. Harrison's hand strokes my hair, possessive and gentle.
"I meant what I said tonight," he says quietly. "About marrying you."
"I know."
"It won't be easy. Your mother, my father—they'll fight us."
"I know that too."
He tilts my face up to meet his gaze. "But you'll stay with me anyway?"
I kiss him softly. "I'm not going anywhere. I love you."
"I love you too." Harrison pulls me closer, and I fall asleep in my stepbrother's arms, knowing that everything changed tonight.
And I wouldn't take it back for anything.