“In case you didn't figure it out yet, Delia, I fucking love you.”
I don't let her say it back. She clenches her jaw and tries her best not to scream as my fingers fuck her, stroking her clit, sending her over the edge into a whole new storm of blinding ecstasy.
Somewhere in the maelstrom my hand pulls away. I flip her over on the bed, pin her hands over her head, and shove her legs up. I fuck her hard and fast, sending her into another blizzard somewhere between consciousness and dumb pleasure.
I can't believe I said it. Hell, I can't believe I didn't say it sooner.
Her body's been working its spell on me all summer, binding me to her a little more each time we fuck.
It's insane. I can't imagine giving her up. Thinking about letting her go off and live her rich girl life, finding some other bland asshole to sink his dick in, makes me want to start tearing the whole damned world apart.
I'm seething at all the boys she'll never have – all the ones I'll keep from ever coming in sniffing distance.
She's mine, goddamnit. Mine tonight, mine tomorrow, mine 'til I'm ash.
I thrust harder, slamming into her in deep, long strokes, feeling my balls boil up even more uncontrollably than when she was leashed down.
“Fuck, babe, I'm coming!” I bow up and plant my cock deep, holding it against her womb, emptying my balls.
She wraps her legs around me and screams, fighting to put her hands on my body, but I keep them pinned. The very thought of her fucking anybody else makes me rage as much as those two thugs I destroyed for her in Vegas.#p#分页标题#e#
She's my property. She's off limits. I've laid my claim, and I'm not done yet, not even by half.
Mine tonight. Mine tomorrow. Mine forever.
It's like a mantra I can't stop hearing, one that makes me harder, hornier, and psycho possessive.
I don't know how the hell we're gonna make this work. We're stepsiblings from two different worlds. But we'll figure it out. When I lay my eyes on something I want, it's a mission, and my track record in the SEALs, just like in life, says I never fail.
XI: Distortions (Delia)
We can't stop fucking.
Ever since the night he barged in and told me the truth...said the word I never expected to hear from a crude, cocky asshole like him, I've been in pieces. I don't know how to deal with it, so I just keep pushing myself down on his cock, taking him in my mouth, cushioned in my breasts, between my legs.
He's stealthy about it too. For the last couple weeks, he's been coming to my room after leaving base every night.
It's a small relief with the summer being so quiet. The Fourth of July passes, and we don't even stop to watch the fireworks, fucking in my little room instead.
Evie's still a broken mess, wandering the house at all hours. I worry he's going to run into her every time he slips into the house, and start a shitstorm all over again.
Dad's been strangely distant too. He's spending extra time at the office, whenever he can bring himself to leave the house, trusting his maniac wife won't do something insane.
All he wants to talk about with me is school next fall. A couple times, he teases me about the hot new intern working for him as his PA, and I blush. I have to pretend to laugh it off, pay lip service to a date with this fraternity kid in business, who I have zero interest in meeting.
If he knew about Chris and me, it would be the final blow. I honestly don't know how to break the news to the world, much less our screwed up parents. I can't bring myself to do it anytime soon, when he's at his wit's end, driven to madness by Evie's endlessly bitchy, ruthlessly crazy antics.
One hot July evening, Chris takes me out. He really does know some lovely little bars along the coast. They aren't fancy, nothing like the high-end watering holes I'm used to, but they feel real. Everybody inside them looks alive, like they're actually listening to each other's conversations, instead of just eye-fucking their next fling for the night.
Marnie and her new boy toy join us for drinks. I honestly can't tell if it's the big, tanned bodybuilder from the beach or someone else. The type of men she goes for are always tall, burned, and dumb as rocks.
“How's the big project coming, Delia? Did that jackass, Thosser, get off your ass?” She flashes me a perfect white smile. I watch big boy glance down at the thong she's probably got sticking out behind her for emphasis.
Ass is right.
Not that I have much room for judgment. Chris listens in silently, one hand on my thigh underneath the table, dangerously close to telling my best friend I'm not just being lame for bringing my stepbrother along because I can't find a real date.
“It's slow going,” I say with a sigh. “Finally got my thesis out. Now I'm working on the intro and the outline. Tentative title? Conquering Fear: A SEAL's Journey Back to Civilian Life.”