by K. I. Lynn
Locked by the same desire-fueled rage.
“What the fuck do you want?” she growls.
“What the fuck were you thinking when you decided to wear that?” I growl back.
“What the fuck were you thinking when you decided to wear that?”
It’s one of those moments when someone’s audacity just leaves you utterly speechless. That’s me right now. Jaw completely unhinged. Anger skyrocketing to a whole new level.
Who the hell does he think he is asking me that? Did he see himself before leaving his damn apartment?
His pirate costume was obviously put together last minute, probably with clothes he already had in his closet, but that only makes it look more rugged. The light beige shirt he’s wearing has a wide-open collar and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, leaving his forearms exposed. The black leather vest he threw on top of it has gold buttons and adds the perfect touch, and matches the leather combat boots on his feet.
Mussed-up hair, light jeans, the thick leather bracelets encircling his large wrists . . . the eyepatch covering one of his gorgeous eyes. The exposed eye is narrowed and glaring at me.
He looks just as dangerous as he is.
No, his costume doesn’t show nearly as much skin as mine does, but it’s just as bad. I heard him walk into the house—and by that I mean I heard the collective sighs that left the mouths of every female within eyesight of him.
He knew damn well what he was doing when he put on that costume.
“You have a lot of nerve asking me that.”
“You’re wearing a bra!” he snaps, his expression hard. Vicious. His jaw twitches, and he takes a step toward me.
It requires every ounce of strength in me to step back. “It’s not a bra, it’s part of the costume—”
“I saw your ass in that fucking tutu while you were walking up the stairs!”
“And?” I knew how short the black tutu was when I decided to buy it, but it matched perfectly with the black and pink cat ears on my head.
Brayden’s hand shoots out, latching on to said tutu. He yanks me into him, pretty much growling in my face.
My heart beat drops between my legs, pounding, sending blood rushing to my clit.
“If I saw it, everyone else did,” he says, enunciating each word slowly, his breath sliding between my lips. His scent is too strong now that he has me so close.
Oh God. “I . . . and?” Speech has left me and that’s all I can give him, because I can barely think clearly. It’s a fog—a hot, needy fog. I’m suffocating. I . . . fuck, I want him, and he hasn’t let me go.
His fist tightens around my black tutu. He pops his jaw and leans down into me, lips right there. So close. “How many fucking times am I going to tell you that you’re mine, Kira?” His eye flickers up to my cat ears and back. “My Kitty. No one gets to see what’s mine but me.”
My heart gives a wild kick.
No. No.
I can’t be excited about this. I refuse to admit just how turned on it makes me when he gets possessive like this. I am not his. Never will be. He has no right.
“You’re going home right now and changing.”
Motherfucker. “Get off me,” I hiss, anger mixing, churning, reminding me that I can’t have him no matter how much I fucking want him.
He doesn’t answer for a beat, that single, emerald eye glinting in the dim light of the hallway. Then he shakes his head one time. “No.”
I grab his stupid, sexy shirt and push him back, right into the wall. “I told you—”
Holy fucking shit.
I stop mid-sentence, eyes locked on what I’ve accidentally exposed, my brain misfiring. Brayden’s heart races under my hand, but the rest of him remains still. So still. I yank the shirt further aside, fully exposing the left side of his chest—
And the stylized K tattooed right onto his left pectoral.
What. The. Fuck?
“Brayden, there you are!”
Brayden tenses and lets go of my tutu as if burned.
All the while, my eyes are locked on that stupid, beautiful K.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jennifer says, coming closer.
I bet she has. She, like every whore in this house, wants him.
She, like almost all of them, has had him.
That K on his chest seems glaringly bright, making it almost impossible to pull my attention away.
But I do, somehow looking away and letting go of his shirt. For the same reason that Brayden rushes to cover his chest—because he’s my fucking stepbrother, and no one can really know what’s going on between us.
Especially a jealous skank like Jennifer, who will run to tell everyone in town.
“What do you want, Jenn?” he asks her.
Her eyes light up as if he’s straight up told her he wants to drag her into the nearest bedroom and have sex with her. Giggling, she twirls her hair and bites the corner of her lip, eyes eating him up just as mine had earlier. “There was something I wanted to show you.”
Translation: she’s ready to bare her crotch and let him have at it.
I should be immune to this by now. It shouldn’t matter.
It does, and I want to fucking tear her eyes out.
I can’t.
So I clench my fists and stand here, seething, hating myself because I still care.
“I’m busy talking to Kira.”
Jennifer blinks as if surprised and finally realizing I’m here.
Bullshit. She knew. But like everyone else, she suspects something and therefore has no qualms about blatantly laying a claim on Brayden. She knows she can and I can’t, and she’s rubbing it in my face.
“Oh . . . well, as soon as you’re done talking to your sister, can you please come find me so I can show you?” The almost innocent way she stares at him, eyes wide, makes me sick to my stomach. But not as sick as what Brayden says next.
“Sure.”
What?
Jennifer giggles and gives him this flirty little smile. Her eyes cut in my direction, and I don’t miss the way they flash with malice. Nor the way she seems to be silently gloating.
Like I give a fuck. Oh, no. She can gloat all she wants. That’s not what I’m focused on right now.
My initial is fucking tattooed onto his skin, and he just agreed to go find her after he “finishes” with me?
Jennifer turns at the end of the hall, heading down the stairs.
“Kira—”
I snap.
Later on, I’ll probably look back on this moment and hate myself for the way I lose all control, but nothing matters right now except the obvious.
This man has spent months of his life trying to convince me I’m his. He’s marked his body with symbols of me. Which tells me he knows the truth.
I’m not his.
He’s mine.
And he just fucking agreed to meet up with his favorite sex toy in front of me.
My hands wrap around his shirt.
Shock flares in his eye.
I pull him right into me, fist his hair with one hand, and slam my lips against his. If people are looking, I don’t care. All that matters is the way his hands grab my waist, groaning as the shock wears off and he starts bending me back with force, grinding his huge, swollen cock into me.
I whimper into his mouth and start pushing him backward, the knowledge of what I’m about to do burning through my veins. Brayden stumbles, a hand leaving me and grabbing onto a door frame to catch himself.
It’s open, empty, and I shove him in, slamming the door behind me.
I’m panting, dripping, as I stare at his lusted out face. He opens his mouth to say something—I push him back again, right onto the bed and the dark pink comforter covering it.
Actually, it’s too pink. And some of the pillows behind Brayden’s head have hearts on them.
His head tilts back on the pillows, his eye locking with the large frame on the wall, right above the headboard.
It’s
a picture of Jennifer.
This is her room.
Growling under my breath, I climb onto the bed next to him.
Brayden’s head snaps back to me, his eye huge. I wrench his shirt up to his chest, exposing that gorgeous valley of abs and the waistband of his low-riding jeans. I see the lines of what looks like a really intricate tattoo curving around his side, but I’m too far gone to try and see what it is. Furious, my heart beats like a wild drum in my ears, I pop open the button on his jeans.
He gasps, his hips rising off the bed as his hands ball up into fists.
Using the same force, I tug his zipper open. His cock’s right there, hard, exposed.
He’s commando, and all I have to do is reach in to grab it.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Brayden chants low, watching me in disbelief.
I wrap my hand around his length and pull him out, mouthwatering when a single drop of precome clings to his tip for a second before slowly falling.
His hips pop off the bed, thrusting that hard cock into my hand.
“Fuck, Kira.”
Desperation falls from his mouth in the form of my name, causing a ripple of fire to move through me, making my pussy clench.
My name.
No one else’s, because he only needs me.
And I need him.
Inside me.
Brayden.
My Brayden.
I flip my leg over his hips, straddling him and pulling my panties to the side. My pussy is drenched, the flesh swollen in preparation of having that beautiful dick inside me.
“Shit.” He reaches up, right as realization dawns in his eye, and yanks the eyepatch off, leaving his hair an even bigger mess than I’d left it.
I hold his cock steady, looking right into his eyes, and bring it right to my opening.
“Kira. Oh my God, Kira, please,” he begs me, his expression wild, his big body straining under me.
Moaning, I slide his swollen tip between my folds, covering it in me—
I choke on a scream as I drop down and his cock finally slams home.
White fucking bliss forces my hips up as she slides down, slamming all of my dick inside her.
Inside Kira.
Bare.
“Oh, shit!” My mouth drops open as I stare down to where we’re joined. “I’m inside you, I’m fucking inside you.”
There’s only one lift of her hips, then back down before her nails dig into my chest. She’s holding in a scream, and my cock is right there with her as I desperately keep from coming. Walls tight, pulsing around me, begging me to come with her.
“Brayden,” she gasps, rocking on my cock, shuddering as the wet clutch of her cunt almost forces my come out of me.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. My girl’s coming all over my cock, her sexy little lips wide open as she moans incoherently. It feels too good, looks too good, and I can’t hold it back.
I’m going to come.
Right here.
Right now.
Deep in Kira’s tight pussy.
Painting her walls, exactly how I’ve always wanted to.
I grip down on her hips, guiding her draining body as I pump up. Fisting the front of that pink and black bra she’s wearing, I bring her down, catching her when she collapses on my chest. One hand around her jaw, I kiss her, eating at her mouth, fucking it with my tongue, rotating my hips into her over and over.
She tightens around me, still coming, whimpering as our tongues twirl.
It’s all too much and I start coming, the first brutal wave slamming up my cock and into her, choking me with pleasure. “Fuck, baby. I love you. Fucking love you,” I hear myself desperately moaning.
Kira shuts me up, fisting my hair and kissing me senseless.
I start coming even harder, my entire world going black, my heart hammering like it’s about to explode inside me.
I’m a panting mess, and my muscles give out, relaxing back down onto the bed.
Her hips continue rocking, pussy fluttering on my still hard dick as she tries to sit up. It’s then I see the lust draining from her and reality settling back in.
Not fucking happening.
I’m stronger, faster, and have her flipped onto her back before she even realizes, looming over her, pinning her down with my cock locked inside her. I wrap my arm around her and shift her up the bed so I can climb on.
Her expression clouds over again, arms reaching around me, pulling my lips down to hers. Instead of kissing her, I dip down and lick up the side of her neck, resting on my favorite spot, biting her. She lets out a squeak, and my dick twitches inside her, making her do it again.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growl into her ear, nipping at it with my teeth. “I’m not fucking done with you yet.”
I sweep my hands down her thighs to her knees and push them open, spreading her wide. The new angle lets me slide in even deeper, and I groan as Kira lets out a high-pitched gasp, her back arching. I wrap one hand around her neck, holding her down on the bed, and look right into her eyes, stopping for a single, heart-pounding second.
“You’re mine.” I tighten my hold on her neck. I slide the length of my dick out of her, slowly, seeing it glisten with both her come and mine.
Kira tightens around me, as if refusing to let my cock go.
And that right there is all the answer I need.
“Fucking mine,” I repeat, slamming back in, holding one of her thighs open as I piston into her with every bit of strength in me.
It doesn’t matter that I just had the most draining explosion of my life. I have a mission to pump her so full of my come she won’t be able to live without me.
Each thrust of my dick into her causes little whimpers and cries and the most fucking erotic come face I’ve ever seen. Lips parted, eyes heavy and glazed over.
Her pussy keeps milking me, pulling me in.
“Kira.” I let my forehead drop onto hers, staring into her eyes, not breaking the connection as my hips slam into hers. “You feel so fucking good. Didn’t know—Jesus, girl. You’re killing me.”
She wraps her arms around me. Her legs. Her pleading eyes never leave mine, wide, emotionally open, finally showing me everything I’ve been dying to see. She needs me just as close. Needs me to keep going. To give it to her harder.
So I do.
Her pussy is so wet, filled with our come. Each thrust pushes it out the harder and deeper I go. My hips move, driven by the aching need for more friction.
It’s unbearable, mind wiping, animal driving instinct that keeps me going.
Fill her.
Again and again until she’s overflowing with my come.
More than she already is.
Soaking wet tightness pulls more from me. I can feel my balls pull up.
She tries to close her eyes. To block some part of herself from this unbearable connection. Her head turns to the side. I grab her chin and bring her back to me, nipping her bottom lip hard enough to cause her eyes to snap open.
“Those eyes, baby.” I push deep into her and stop moving, letting her feel each throb my cock gives. “They turn me on so much. Can’t live without them anymore.”
Her walls ripple around me. “Stop,” she begs me in a whisper, eyes watering.
“No. Never again.” I’m going to come. God, I’m so fucking close.
Her back arches, eyes rolling back and fluttering. The silent scream from her parted lips gains volume, leaking out shuttering whimpers and keening cries. Coming again, all over me. My fantasy is finally coming to life, and the real thing is so much more erotic that I start coming with her, unable to hold back.
I stop for a single breath-stealing second, feeling the come rising up my length, the explosion building at the base of my spine. Then I lose control, grabbing her hips to slam into her, my back arching to push me in deeper. “Fuck. Fuck! Ah, baby. I’m fucking—holy shit. Kira. Kira. God, I love you. Fucking love you!”
My hips pump until there’s nothing left in me. W
eakness sets in. I lose the strength to hold myself up and fall onto Kira, my mind going utterly blank.
Brayden’s sprawled on me, completely boneless. The weight of him is more than I can handle; I don’t care. Moving him is the last thing on my mind. Layers of clothes separate the majority of his body from mine, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to anyone.
I tense with panic.
He groans, shifting, and his cock slides out of me. “Wherever you’re at in your head right now, come back. Don’t start pulling away.” His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper in my ear, destroyed by all the roaring he did while coming inside me.
I stare up at the ceiling, my mind starting to detach. I’m too attracted to this guy. Too into everything about him. Being here, present in this moment, isn’t an option. I can’t allow myself to feel what he’s trying to make me feel.
Brayden kisses my cheek softly.
I flinch and tense more. Hot fluid leaks out of me, and I gasp when it doesn’t stop, realizing what it is.
Oh God, that turns me on. Knowing he pumped all that come into me is so fucking sexy.
Seeming to read my mind, he runs the head of his softening dick against me, smearing his come into my skin. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. It’s so fucking good, baby.”
“Liar.” I struggle beneath him, angry that he would dare lie to me about that.
“No, baby.” He pulls back to look at me and runs his fingers down my cheek. “I swear to God, you’re the only girl I’ve ever done that with, and you’ll always be the only one.”
I’m not looking at him. Refuse to do so, eyes still locked with the ceiling, but I feel him jerk.
“Wait. Fuck. Kira. We didn’t use protection. Holy shit!”
“I’m on birth control.” I went on it two months ago, telling myself I wanted to be safe when I went out there to experiment. Be with other guys.
It’s pathetic how I never got around to that.
An eerie stillness falls over Brayden. “You’re on . . . birth control.”
He says it like it’s such a bad thing.
What-the-fuck-ever. I just want him off me. I want to run away, hide, scrub the memory of this night out of my brain.
There’s a shift in weight, then he’s on his knees above me, his face blocking my view of the ceiling.