I hated him, but I made no move to stop him. I didn't push him away. I didn't scream at him to stop looking at me with those sinful brown eyes. I didn't want him to stop. Maybe I was fucked up, but I wanted my stepbrother to finally give in after two years of torture.
How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years? I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong, so damn wrong that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again.
He was an asshole, a player, and worst of all, my damn stepbrother.
Seizing my waist, he slipped his fingers under my sweater, gazed between my legs, and smirked at my black silk panties that I definitely didn't wear because I knew I'd be alone with Jace tonight.
"My stepsister is wet for me," Jace said, voice low and husky.
I clenched as a wave of heat warmed my core. "Get off," I whispered, lightly kicking my foot toward his chest in my weakest attempt to convince myself I didn't want this, that I hadn't been thinking about this moment for the past two freaking years.
Before my foot collided with his chest, he snatched it and yanked me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. Wetness pooled between my thighs at the way he was rough.
He was never like this before, but it seemed tonight, there was something feral lurking deep within him, something that he couldn't stop.
And I didn't want him to stop.
"Jace …" My heart was pounding. "I'm not going to say it again."
What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I wet for my damn stepbrother?
He snaked his hand around my throat and pulled me to my feet, so we were chest to chest. "You prance around in this short schoolgirl skirt"-he grabbed the bottom of my skirt and looked down at my body-"fucking knee-high stockings, and your nerdy little glasses, and you expect me not to want to bend you over the fucking bed and take you, Allie?"
I furrowed my brows and stared up at him through my lenses, nipples hardening underneath my sweater. "Yes, I do," I said, but my words came out choppy and weak.
"You know how much I fucking love it, don't you?" he asked, dark eyes fixed on me. He trailed a finger up the front of my thigh and looped it inside my panties. "Do you wear all this shit for me too?"
"No." Yes"
"I'll bet you've been dreaming about the day I finally snap and take you."
I pressed my lips together, my cheeks flushing. "No."
He curled his lips up and chuckled, gaze flickering down to my tits through my sweatshirt. "You expect me to stay in fucking control when you refuse to wear a damn bra when we're alone." He tugged on my nipple through my sweatshirt. "And your nipples are always this fucking hard."
Pleasure shot through me as he tugged on it harshly. I took a shaky breath, loving every single moment of this but also knowing that it was wrong … so wrong.
"Please, Jace," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"This is wrong. I'll do whatever you want. Just … stop. You're my stepbrother now."
He paused, slowly releasing my nipple and watching my breast bounce in my sweater. "You'll do anything?" he asked, brow arched.
I actually believed he was serious, so I nodded.
Before I could stop him, he snatched a fistful of my hair and pushed me to my knees. My eyes widened slightly, a rush of heat going to my core as I stared up at him. The ache between my legs wasn't going away; it was just intensifying with every second that passed.
"Good." He grasped my chin in his callous hand and swept his thumb across my bottom lip. "Because you're going to wrap your lips around my cock, like you used to.
Finally suck me off after interrupting me the other night."
"Are you crazy? I'm not going to suck your cock."
He stared down at me and undid his pants, watching as I watched him pull out his long, pulsing cock. So many fucking nights, I had dreamed of this happening again.
So many mornings, I woke up, thinking about him inside of me. So many wishes, hoping that it would happen just once … once-that was all I asked for.
His dick was hard, long, and thick, and I knew it'd feel so good inside of me.
"Jace …" I trailed off, my voice quiet.
"Lost for words, Allie?" he asked, tugging on my hair and making me gaze up into his eyes through my glasses.
I clenched and tried hard not to think about him plunging it inside of me, about him filling me all the way up and stuffing me full.
Stop it, Allie. He is your stepbrother.
I shoved my hands against his thighs, wanting to push him away before I slipped. "Fuck you."
He wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around the back of my neck, slapping the head against my lips. For a moment, I almost instinctively parted my lips, but then I pressed them back together as quickly as I could.
But it was too late.
"You want it, Allie." Jace could already see how much I needed it. "Don't deny yourself the simple pleasure of having my cock down your throat."
My wet lips pressed against his head, and I took a deep breath through my nose, my eyes closing softly. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Yet I didn't stop. Instead, I opened my mouth and let him push himself into me, inch by inch, until his cock was sliding down the back of my throat.