Chapter 29

Chapter 29

SHANNON.
I had promised to let him do whatever he wanted. But it was getting increasingly difficult to keep that promise.
This was cheating. This was outright betrayal. I was cheating on my husband. And how the hell was I supposed to act like I was okay with it?
George trusted me. He loved me. And here I was, trapped under a man I called my stepbrother.
Even though George had never kissed me the way Kenai does. Even though George's dick was moderate and less adventurous, I still couldn't think this was okay. Because no matter how much my body reacted, my heart knew exactly what it was — cheating.
When we were younger, I'd always dreaded the sight of Kenai's dick. There was that one time Mum and Dad weren't home, and we had to bathe together. Despite all my playful warnings, he said it was okay for siblings to bathe together and refused to leave.
I let him.
That's how much access he had over my private space.
Kenai had been aroused, and I saw how furious his length could be. It had taken him the kind of restraint I respected to not touch me that day. But since then until we parted ways, I'd become too careful and curious, checking him out every time I had the chance.
And now, lying here with his erection even bigger than what I had known before made me want to tap out. His full length looked like a whopping nine inches! How the hell was I meant to take that?
I felt the blunt head of his raging length press against my center as he began to slowly push his way in.
My hands were on his tattooed chest, and my eyes were closed.
"Look at me, Shan. I want to see the look in your eyes as I reclaim what's mine," He said, barely holding himself together.
My eyes snapped open when he pushed further, successfully getting a quarter of his length in.
"Relax and open up, baby. I want it all in." He said.
I parted my legs further, relaxing my muscles.
He pushed in slowly again, but I guess it wasn't working for him, because he muttered, "fuck it," Before he shoved his hips into me with a force that made me scream.
"There... Almost there, baby," He groaned.
I instinctively pushed at his chest when I felt how he filled me up so much that I could swear he won't be able to move.
His thumb found my face as he wiped off a tear I didn't even know had fallen. "Shhh... You can take it. Just a little more, okay?" He kissed the side of my lips, letting his tongue lick every corner of them as he shoved deeper again. And just before I could scream again, he caught my mouth in his, pushing even further until I could feel his hilt press against my entrance.
My hands on his chest attempted to push him off, but he pressed further, kissing me even harder that my sobs and whimpers were drowned in his mouth.
He slowly pulled out and slammed back in again, making the bedframe rattle a little.
My fingers dug into his chest so hard that I could feel his skin under my nails.
His hand hooked under my left knee as he pulled me further into him.
I felt like he was splitting me in two. He was barely moving freely.
He found his rhythm, but it wasn't soft. It was hard and punishing.
His thrusts kept rattling the bedframe, rocking my small, fragile body up and down the bed.
By the time he left my lips, I thought I was going to die.
"Fuck, Shan. Fuck..." He grunted as he pulled out, almost to his tip, and slammed back in.
"Kenai! Oh, God!" I screamed.
Cheating on your husband was one thing. But cheating with your stepbrother, who has your name and everything about you tattooed all over his body? It was a sin that shouldn't even deserve forgiveness.
Every inch of his body I looked at screamed SHANNON. And it terrified me, his obsession.
When George asked me to talk to the CEO, he didn't mean that the conversation should be between my pussy and his cock.
I felt so ashamed.
"Fuck. I've waited for this forever. Come on, Shan. Open up. You're resisting." He said through clenched teeth, and I instinctively spread my legs wider, if it would lessen the pain.
After a few minutes of hell, the pains were replaced with pleasure. It slowly built up until all I could feel was that forbidden pleasure that I knew I shouldn't be feeling.
His thrusts steadied, and he found the rhythm he knew we were both comfortable with.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and the sounds of our sex filled the quiet room. It sounded so sinful and full of guilt.
I moaned my stepbrother's name over and over again as he made me reach dizzying heights I had never ever reached in my entire life, sensations crashing over me until I could barely breathe.
God, I shouldn't even be comparing, but this was all new to me. Nothing had ever felt like this before. If I were a loose woman, I'd seek this sinful pleasure every single day of my life.
His thrusts began to slow. He locked gazes with me and fucked slow and steady, as if he had something to say but didn't know if he wanted to say it or not.
"Why, Shan?" He croaked, "We would have been perfect for each other." He drew out, painfully slow, then pushed back in with a sudden harshness that made me gasp.
“Why did you let them twist your head? I would’ve died for you, baby… why?” His words trembled along with his body. The same motion repeated, a little harder and a little angrier, until I felt the heat of his hardness against my walls.
Panic was gradually setting in when I saw the look on his face switch up immediately.
"What did he give you that you thought I couldn't give you?" He slammed harder.
“Ken… please,” I choked out, my voice breaking between breaths. “I swear, I’m sorry.”
He froze, still deep inside me, his chest heaving against mine. “Then tell me this,” he whispered, his gaze burning into me. “Does that mean you’ll leave him? Come back to me?” He kissed my lips. “We can start over, Shan. I’ll forgive you. I’ll make it all disappear.”
I shook my head slowly, "I am married, Ken. I can't just leave." I whispered, unable to hold his gaze. His piercing gaze always sent me the chills, even when we were younger. They had that unnerving way of stripping you bare, almost like he's staring right into your soul.
“Then get a divorce,” he said in a broken voice. “I’ll take care of everything. Just... please, Shannon.”
"I can't..." I turned to look him in the eyes, "I love my husband. And I can't leave him for any reason. I'm sorry."
Something shifted in his face. It was small, but it sent a chill down my spine. His jaw tightened, and he shut his eyes for a long moment. When he opened them again, the warmth was gone. All I could see was the icy darkness in his gaze.
"Then we'll see about that."