by Lana Grayson
“Why aren’t you scared?”
I answered him with every honesty. “Because I can’t let myself get scared.”
I’d make this easy for him, before he had any more questions or pried into something I couldn’t reveal. The stress thickened the breath in my chest, but Nicholas’s warning replayed in my mind. I wasn’t going to let Darius Bennett win. He wouldn’t hurt my step-brothers, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to touch me.
I pulled the shirt over my head. The material fluttered to the ground.
I didn’t hide myself—not even as the chill of the room stiffened my nipples. His eyes feasted on me, studying the swell of my breasts, the trimness of my waist, and the bared and silken patch that so enthralled his brothers.
“I’m not asking for romance,” I said. “Let’s just do it so Darius doesn’t have reason to suspect anything. So he doesn’t hurt me. Let him live this perverse fantasy long enough for Nicholas to do what he has to do to free me.”
“You’re never going to be free,” Reed sighed. “If you think Nick will release you once my father steps down, you’re in more trouble than you realize.”
The back of my knees collided with the bed. I didn’t know I retreated.
Reed wasn’t as intimidating as his brothers—he was younger, brighter, and acted as though he actually meant to spread warmth with his single, amused dimple.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t as strong, fierce, and overwhelming as the Bennett name demanded. His scars hardened him. Without his smile whatever violence caused the trauma to his face and neck proved Reed was just as tough as his brothers.
He stood lithe and graceful, possessing a perfect balance of strength and playful arrogance. As he breathed, the muscles over his chest tensed. Not nearly as defined as Max, and not as inherent as Nicholas. A swimmer’s strength.
He hardened.
My nudity had the desired effect.
“On my back?” I asked.
“Why are you being so damned formal? Did you ask Nick how he should fuck you?”
I wasn’t about to tolerate his tone. “Nick tied me down when he took my virginity. Max choked me with a leash. Sorry if I think you might have a particular position in mind.”
“Should I get some restraints?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Should you?”
“For Christ’s sake, Sarah.”
“You tell me! I’m trying to make this easy on us.”
“Easy?” His voice rose. “You think this is easy for me?”
“I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll try to be more sensitive—”
“Goddamn it!” Reed pushed me onto the bed.
I didn’t appreciate the force. I ground my teeth.
“I’m trying to help.”
“Help?”
My voice edged with impatience. “I knew this was going to be hard for you. Excuse me for trying to ease you into it.”
Reed stepped away, laughing and swearing in the same breath. His grin widened, but the coldness prickled my spine.
“Holy shit, Sarah, don’t you get it?”
“Get what?”
“Do you think I don’t want to take you?” The word echoed against his room. He stared at me. “Sarah, my every goddamned thought anymore is how badly I want to fuck you!”
I stiffened.
Uh-oh.
Reed turned from me to kick an ottoman from his path. He paced, ignoring me on the bed though he found my reflection from the mirror hanging on his wall.
“I have been fantasizing about this since we first captured you.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t think I could.
Reed groaned. “Christ, I’ve counted the hours until I get my turn!”
I twisted my legs under me. My voice weakened.
“But…you didn’t…You’ve been defending me?”
“Fuck.” Reed slammed a hand against the wall. The mirror fell. That was fine. My wide-eyed reflection revealed entirely too much of my shock. It didn’t calm Reed. Nothing would.
“I know it’s wrong,” he said. “The last thing I should ever imagine is fucking you. But every night I’m dreaming about sinking inside you. Sarah, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Obviously.
I tensed as he approached. He pushed me, dropping me against the blankets with the faintest touch.
“Here’s the sickest part.” He fell to his knees beside the bed and gripped my hips. I yelped as he tugged me to the edge and exposed every part of me. I didn’t fight. I didn’t even cover myself as he spread my legs and groaned at the first gaze of my slit. “I shouldn’t want you. You’re my fucking sister.”
Those types of thoughts didn’t help anyone sleep at night. I shook my head.
“Step-sister, Reed.” Why the hell did I try to correct him? It didn’t calm him. If anything, it made him more…aggressive.
“Like it matters. You’re family. I shouldn’t imagine fucking you. Filling you.”
My hands cupped his on my hips. The warmth surged through me, far too close to my vulnerable pussy waiting just inches from Reed.
“Maybe we should talk about this…” I whispered.
“What’s to talk about?” Reed’s voice layered with a heavy desire as he stared at me. His attention was every bit as overwhelming as Nicholas’s presence or Max’s strikes. The shudder surprised me. “I shouldn’t want to taste you. To touch you. To take you. But I do. Know why?”
I shook my head. He didn’t see.
“Because I’m not supposed to. You’re my sister. You’re my prisoner. You’re a fantasy no reasonable man would ever imagine. It’s…forbidden.”
His words tickled my skin. I whimpered as he licked without warning—a single, long taste of my spread slit. I arched. He dropped a hand over my belly to keep me still.
I wasn’t trying to get away.
“Look at you.” He murmured over a mouthful of me. A shiver quivered me against his tongue. “You’re absolutely helpless.”
“I didn’t think you’d like that.”
He licked me again. “Who wouldn’t? You’re here. Beautiful. Fucking softer than any other woman I’ve ever…”
I arched as he sunk his tongue within me. My confusion wound tight. I shifted away. He didn’t let me go.
“Know what’s even worse?” He whispered. “Know what makes me every bit as evil and depraved as my father?”
My voice couldn’t steady. “You aren’t.”
“I am.” His tongue toyed with me. I wasn’t ready for pleasure. I wasn’t ready for his admission. “He wants us to use you. He expects us to breed you. And, God, Sarah, nothing gets me harder than thinking about what I might do to you.”
I tensed. He expected it. His attention turned fervent, suckling and licking at my core as I panted against his ravishment.
“I’d love to hold you down, fuck you, come inside, and keep you in my bed until I’m certain it’s my child growing inside you.”
So did all the Bennetts. It was a universal trait—some sort of masculine need to dominate and oppress, to claim and capture, to taste and tease. I expected it from Nicholas. I understood Max’s aggression.
But Reed?
I didn’t think he had such thoughts.
“I won’t molest you,” he breathed.
The words vibrated against my clit. I gasped. “I think you already are.”
“Then I won’t indulge any more than I already am.”
I groaned as his tongue struck against me once more. “It’d be hard to get me pregnant then.”
He adjusted himself, unzipping his pants and taking his hardness in his hand. His lips sealed over my clit, and the rolling intensity drove me to silence.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
Jesus, he was far from hurting me.
I hadn’t expected any pleasure from Reed, even though his brothers seized me, tormented me, and dragged me through layer after layer of relentless bliss. I ima
gined awkward thrusting, hollow shame, and frustrating moments trapped within my own mind as his heat forced inside me.
But Reed was generous outside the bedroom. Why did I think he’d be any different with my legs spread and body offered? I gripped the mattress and fought the revealing groans that threatened to escape my parted lips. Reed’s insistence overwhelmed what fragile defense I mounted.
I fell limp against the bed.
Why did sex with three men—three Bennetts—feel this damn good? I should have been mortified. I should have been emotionally scarred, thoroughly damaged, and shadowed for the rest of my life.
Was something wrong with me?
Was something wrong with them?
The shuddering rumbled within me, and I couldn’t stop it. Nothing I did short of fighting Reed and escaping his fixation would have stopped it.
Reed anticipated my every tremble. He caught my lust, bound me with sensation, and relentlessly chased my hips as I bucked against the blankets. It didn’t matter. He commanded my body and took what he wanted.
And he wanted my pleasure.
I arched and crashed and shredded myself. The brightness of the room haloed in my vision. Sweet tingles and darker consequences gifted my orgasm to Reed. I offered as easily as he seized, and I had no idea what he’d expect in return.
I hadn’t imagined this.
I hadn’t hoped for this.
My fear faded in the trembling shock of his attention. I gently laughed. Of course Reed would be gentle and kind, even after revealing his darkness. I panted.
Reed lapped at the wetness between my legs. I shifted as the strike of his tongue lashed like the flogger. He had me convulsing, and I kicked at his side.
He groaned but didn’t release my clit from between his lips.
He nipped instead.
“Again,” he ordered.
I covered my face with my hands as the pink flush betrayed how wonderfully skilled he was with his kisses. But another orgasm?
Maybe Reed was as ambitious as Nicholas.
“Just…a minute…” I whispered.
“Again.”
He suckled. Hard. I pushed to my elbows and jerked away, but Reed’s hand was quicker. He forced me down on the bed, warned me with a muttered growl, and then returned to feasting between my legs.
“Reed…wait…”
He didn’t listen. Reed didn’t just ravish. He suffocated me in my own desire.
I was in trouble.
He moaned as I twisted and ached. My voice cracked as I cried out against his torment. He flipped his tongue over my clit, winding it again and again until I pulled at the blankets in crippled agony.
He’d torture me with pleasure and call it kindness.
“Reed, please!”
I edged up on the bed. He was stronger than me. His hands gripped my hips, and he tugged me to his mouth. His tongue whipped me, testing my tightness. I moaned for mercy.
Like all Bennetts, Reed didn’t understand the word.
He pinned me against the bed with one hand. His other furiously pumped his cock, stroking me in time to the pistoning tongue he teased inside me.
I gasped.
He wouldn’t fuck me.
The thought relieved and disappointed me.
He pleasured himself as he savored me, offering me the delicious bliss he denied himself.
Sweet, idiot Reed.
I arched again, biting my lip as painful shudders cracked through me. I wasn’t strong enough to resist him—not after the asthma, the stress of his brothers’ attention, and the pain that still struck me from the punishments. I cried out into the room, dug my hands into the blankets, eased away from his devouring.
It didn’t matter.
Reed captured me as thoroughly as Nicholas and as aggressively as Max.
And, like them, he wouldn’t let me go.
A second orgasm crested over me, layering my skin in a sheen of exhausted sweat.
He didn’t stop.
“Again.” His tongue and lips and words would dissolve me. “Again, Sarah. Enjoy this.”
Was it enjoyable? My body hummed and fought and offered more and more of my wetness for him to taste. Pain lashed with pleasure, tightening over my chest in an artificial restraint that would either kill me with intensity or worship me in rapture.
I couldn’t think. My breath rasped between shrill groans and begging for more or less or God only knew. The heat chilled me with shivers, and the trembles burned me against the sheets wrinkling in my clutches.
And still his tongue savored and stole and adored.
“Don’t ever stop coming for me, Sarah.” Reed’s order flicked at the end of his tongue.
Who was I to refuse?
The third peek cracked my voice and lost my words to moaned nonsense.
My body rested heavy against the bed, spent and exhausted and thoroughly fucked without Reed once pressing his thickness within my desperate core. I ceased struggling if only to ensure I could still breathe without fracturing into delirious pieces.
Reed groaned against me, tasting every shiver. His voice turned rough. He pumped his cock harder. Faster. A punishment.
“Sarah…” He warned. “I gotta do it…”
He might have slit my throat then and I would have thanked him. His weight shifted over the bed, and his movements jerked hard. His cock thickened in his hand. It throbbed against his palm. The angry red head pulsed.
I quivered beneath him as he edged between my legs.
“Quick,” he promised. “I’ll put it in and come. I promise. I won’t do anything else.”
I nearly wept.
Was it possible to be tortured with compassion?
Maybe it was his plan all along. Sweet, kind Reed—more of sadist than Max and a greater manipulator than Nicholas.
Maybe he wanted me to beg.
Maybe he wanted to watch as I wound myself tight in stress, exhaustion, and confusion.
Maybe he planned it as my greatest humiliation of all.
Or maybe he was just Reed, and he wanted to protect me.
His cock hesitated at my entrance for only a moment before his grunted instinct seized control. His movements stretched me open inch by thickening inch, as though he were afraid he’d hurt me.
He’d drive me insane.
I shattered with sensitivity. I arched my hips and stole the rest of his length before he dared to thrust within me. His groan mirrored my own. I clutched at his hands on my waist, struggling to hold onto anything that would grind me against his fullness.
“Fuck,” he swore again and again. “God damn, Sarah. I gotta come.”
I squirmed against the bed. “Don’t.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t—I have to—”
He didn’t understand. Damn the blind fool. He had no idea. He’d make me say it.
I gasped. “Don’t stop!”
Reed stiffened. His hands dug into my flesh—the first time he hurt me and he didn’t even realize it.
“What?”
“Just take me,” I whispered. “It’s good, Reed. Don’t stop now.”
“I…” His words cut with guilt. “I can’t do that to you.”
His cock already imbedded me. I shifted, driving him deeper. Our bodies tensed. It wouldn’t be long. Not now, not since I had been torn apart and fit back together and his urges tightened his every muscle.
“You aren’t hurting me,” I whispered. “Take me.”
He swore. His grip hurt, but his thrust broke with his own hesitance. He nearly pulled out. My hips reflexively shifted, offering more to him. The shudder thundered over me.
He wasn’t cruel enough to leave me to Darius.
But if he stopped, Reed Bennett was just as merciless as his brothers.
He seized my hips and wrapped me in his arms. I yelped as he rolled, falling onto his back and letting his cock pierce me from below. I fell awkwardly over him. The timid rocking of my hips was a moment of pure instinct.
“You l
ike it?” He gritted his teeth. “Then I’ll give it.”
“You like it too.”
“Too much.”
I moved over him, but I hardly had the strength to find a real rhythm. I shrugged as his cock throbbed within me. Reed helped. He held me tight and guided me in place, drawing me against his thick demand.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he whispered.
“I bet you say that to all your step-sisters.”
I giggled as he groaned. His hands tightened over my waist. He drew me against his cock, pumping me up and down until I squeezed him too much to accept anything but pleasure.
I was on top, but he didn’t give me an ounce of control. He allowed me to set the pace, only because my timid motions teased his cock. He helped me as my inexperience trapped me with a possessing fullness and no idea how to ease the tension within me. I begged my step-brother to fuck me, and he savored my shame and chased away my fear.
His reward pounded me from below, and I spread my legs to grant him every access.
“I can’t hold back,” Reed whispered. “You know what I gotta do.”
The cresting pleasure seized control of me too.
He’d do the same thing Nicholas did with the same fury Max had thrust.
They planned to claim me. They thought they’d fuck me, conquer me, and watch as the evidence of their mounting proclaimed them a master over me.
Christ, if they knew.
I sunk deeper against Reed, taking every bit of ecstasy I could steal from the Bennett under my spell. I hadn’t meant to seduce them or be seduced. And I never planned to take satisfaction with their desire. I intended to mislead, destroy, and ruin them.
How easily they did the same to me.
I dug my fingers into Reed’s shoulders, breaking myself in a stolen orgasm I didn’t deserve and he didn’t give. His words grunted into a feral growl, and he seized my hips, driving me down upon his thickness as he jetted.
Thick. Hot. Consuming.
Useless.
We bound together, shuddering in time and moving in breathless demand against each other. The crushing pleasure tormented us, and, when my first full breath returned to me, I met Reed’s stare with as much gratitude as trepidation.
But he hadn’t figured it out.
None of them had.
And the greasy guilt of the secret stained me from the inside.