Stepbrother Unsealed(47)

This whole week has been too much. Like something out of a twisted movie.

I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with almost being kidnapped, watching the only man I've ever fucked murder two demons in cold blood. And that's not even half of it.

My hero, my lover, my ultimate obsession, is my own fucking stepbrother. Unless something insane happens, he always will be. And even if he wasn't, I don't think he's the type who settles down.

It was just sex, Delia, I tell myself, hoping if I say it enough times, I'll really start to believe it. But every time that vow we made courses through my mind, it's the feeblest crap I've ever heard.

I have to forget him sooner or later, but it's not going to be easy. I'm going to suffer a broken heart first.

By the time I collapse, exhausted in my little bed, I'm too dumb to think about anything at all.

A banging sound wakes me up in the dead of night. I sit up in my bed and peer towards the door to my balcony.

When it sounds again, I know it isn't a dream. I race to the door, too shocked to worry about the t-shirt and jeans I've fallen asleep in.

Who cares what I'm wearing? He's back!

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, as soon as I push the door open.

Chris smiles in the darkness, swings the screen open, and steps through into my room. He doesn't say anything – not with words.

His hands lock around my waist, pulling me in, and my lips find his. Instant hunger.

It's like the Vegas loving happened years ago. My body feels famished, insatiable. We stumble toward the bed and he pushes me down, hovering on top of me, just twirling his tongue against mine.

Deep. Fast. Hungry.

“Fucking shit. How can I miss your taste when it's barely been forty-eight hours?” He breaks the kiss, and I see the sheen of summer sweat lining his face.

I'm feeling it too. An animal heat ignites my whole bloodstream, causing every nerve to tingle and glow. I thought I couldn't resist him in Vegas, but I've never wanted anything between my legs as badly as I do now.

“Why did you come back? We made a promise.” I'm speaking like a surprised, reasonable girl, but deep down inside, I'm fucking thrilled.

“Fuck the promise. I need my tongue on your clit, babe. I need to feel you clenching on my dick, everything I felt in Vegas and then some.” He stops, shoving his hand my jeans, my panties. I melt when his fingers find my clit, stroking too hard to ignore. “Don't give me that shit. You're not gonna get caught up on practicalities when I'm here with my fingers on your pussy.”

I shake my head, feeling lust overpower all the wrong like it's some kind of lion attacking a gazelle.

“No, no...Chris. We can't do this. We have to get over it.” So I say.

“Get over fucking what, Delia?” His fingers sink deep into my pussy, finding the spot that always makes me squirm.

Holy shit. I'm breathless. Again. Completely and utterly conquered by his touch, his scent, the rays in his eyes that say, it was over the minute I stepped in. We're fucking no matter what.

His fingers piston in and out of my pussy so fast my mouth drops open, and I moan.

“Exactly,” he growls, taking advantage of my creeping pleasure coma to start working off my clothes.

I don't fight him anymore. I can't. It was stupid to begin with, when everything I'll ever want is right in front of me – or should I say between my legs?#p#分页标题#e#

It's strange to have a man here, in my own bedroom, caught in our parent's house. I know Evie sleepwalks sometimes, and I haven't even seen the time, so we'll have to be careful. I'm not hearing any vacuuming or voices in the halls, so I'm assuming it's late, past time for the staff to go home.

Chris bends me like a doll, undressing me, saving my panties for last. He rips them off in his trademark bestial way that sends fire up my spine. Everything below the waist tightens, anticipating his touch, his tongue, his manic, perfect cock.

“Chris, we have to be careful. We can't be too loud,” I whimper, softly covering my mouth with my hand.

It's all I can do not to groan like we did in Vegas when he starts kissing up my thighs. His tongue lashes hot, wild, leading me around in circles.

“Stuff your knuckles in your mouth and bite down, baby. That shit always helps guys cracking up under fire.”

That's all the warning he gives me, all I get, before his tongue plunges deep inside my pussy. My hips rise to meet him, and his hands catch my thighs. He pushes me down, pinning me to the mattress, growling as he takes control.

I crack after about a second. I bite down hard, so rough I can feel my small teeth digging into my skin. It's all I can do to stop myself from crying out.

He lashes me to the bed with his hands, sucking and fucking me with his tongue, stroking his way across my entire pussy in every lick. He pulls his tongue up from my slit, flutters it against my clit, a strange, teasing sensation that feeds the frenzy in slow motion.