Broke and Famous

by Elizabeth Gannon

“It’s not a good idea, no.” She shook her head, taking on a sarcastic shocked tone. “What would our Mom and Dad say?” She took him by the back of the head and craned her neck up to kiss him. “But maybe dad will be thrilled that his kids are getting along so well…”

  He pulled away, swearing. “Now I’m good and pissed, Sasha.” He pointed to the door again, hand trembling in rage or desire or both. “Out. Now, damn it! I ain’t kiddin’!”

  She reached out to touch him again, and he grabbed her wrist in his grasp. It felt like a damn vise clamping down on her. He stood straighter, towering over her, eyes burning. “I’ve spent my life fixin’ things wrong with this building, Darlin’… but there are things in you that I can’t repair. ‘Specially not in the way you’re thinking right now. You’re gonna have to mend those yourself, from the inside. Stop dwellin’ on stuff that happened years ago and start livin’ now.”

  But Sasha was too far gone to care about what he was saying. She was at her emotional end. Stretched too thin. She’d been fighting herself for too long, botched too many things… and now she was tired.

  She was so tired of failing.

  She wanted to feel good. Feel something.

  Even if it was only the humiliation of doing something this unforgivable.

  It was the perfect way to get back at herself, and her father, and her mother, and Thraex. All at once. It sounded perfect. Particularly since it’s what she’d been wanting to do for quite some time anyway.

  He used his hold on her wrist to propel her towards the door. “Out.” He ordered again, voice hard as iron.

  She ignored that, moving towards him again. She looked up at him, once against so close that her breasts where pressed against him. Challenging his demand and daring him to do something about it.

  He was breathing fast, his eyes blazing a passionate red.

  He was either going to hit her or kiss her, and Sasha was drunk enough not to care which.

  She became aware of his massive erection pressing into her stomach, straining against the fabric of his black jockey shorts.

  She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, using a handful to pull him in for another savage, hungry kiss.

  He held up his hands at his sides, indicating that he wanted no part of this. But inside her mouth, his tongue pinned hers down, making sure she knew that he was in charge. Making sure she knew that he would be the one setting the pace. Telling her that he wanted her.

  He broke away a second later, once again swearing a blue streak. He ran a hand through his own hair, trying to decide what to do about this. “Listen… I think you should leave. I don’t think you know what…”

  “Don’t be silly.” She took his broad, rough hand in hers. “I’ve known what you wanted from me since you were 12, Thraex.” She told him knowingly. Her body was hot and damp as she slowly guided his fingers under her skirt. “Is this what you want?” His fingertips touched the delicate lace of her panties and she gave a trembling nod. “Right there… Feel that? You finally made it…”

  He cursed again, every muscle in his body tense and straining now, jaw clenched.

  “Yeah, that’s what you want.” She was already very wet, and his thick fingers wrapped around her underwear and moved through her dewy blonde curls. A moment later they slid into her tight channel with almost no resistance, her body welcoming him. His palm pressed against her mound and she let out a soft, hungry whimpering sound. “Thaaat’s what you want, isn’t it?” She pounded a fist against his chest, hard, voice accusing. “What you’ve always wanted? Why you’re here…”

  Thraex didn’t answer, too occupied with where she’d put his hand.

  She panted in desire, seething in the angry, toxic, madness of her lust for this man.

  He slipped another finger inside her, and Sasha bit her lower lip and made a hissing sound of pleasure as her body stretched tighter, looking into his eyes the entire time. Wanting him to see what he was doing to her and the humiliating impact it had on her.

  Wanted to make herself suffer for feeling it. Wish he’d laugh at her. Spit in her face and make her thank him for it.

  Anything… anything…

  Her clothes felt hot and stifling in the warm interior of the room, she yearned to rip them off. Sprawl naked on the floor, sharing every inch of her body with him. Finally.

  She ran her hand across his body, exploring him. His stomach was flat and muscled, his hips narrow. She bent her head down to lick his chest, tongue circling one of his dark nipples, which glowed blue. She teased them for a moment, wondering if they changed color.

  Her other hand lowered to grab the thick circumference of his cock through his underwear, wanting to see how hard she could get him. Wanting to shatter his damned eternally confident exterior and hear him break. His body pulsed with arousal at the touch of her fingertips, his hips jerking forward violently.

  He stepped backwards in surprise, muttering an oath.

  She advanced on him, wanting his fingers deeper. Wanting to be closer to him. Wanting him to fuck her bloody, if that’s what he wanted. If that was the last thing he had to take from her, then she’d gladly give it to him right now. If it meant being rid of him. And of the shameful person she’d become.

  She’d do this, and then Sasha Westgate wouldn’t even exist anymore.

  He fell back into one of the room’s colorful Eames chairs, causing it to skid across the floor.

  She mounted him, straddling his lap. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back roughly, leaning her face over his. “Coming into my house…” She growled out, so furious that spittle from her mouth landed on his cheek. He didn’t seem to mind. “…Following me around like a puppy…” She licked the side of his face to clean him, tasting his skin and finding it hot and intoxicating. “...’Miss Sasha’ this, and ‘Darlin’’ that…” She continued, using gravity and her hips to screw herself down on his fingers, which were deep in her body. “…Invading my fucking dreams… Never letting me escape…” She was snarling out the words like an insult now, not being at all gentle with herself, becoming a grunting, writhing thing. Furious with him and herself. “Looking at me like… like…”

  He roughly tore the cups of her bra down with his free hand, baring her nipples which were dark and already puckered for him. His gaze was intense enough to set her skin afire, practically burning a line across her flesh as he inspected her breasts.

  She used her handhold on his head to press his face against her flesh, shoving her breasts into his mouth, whether he wanted them there or not. “Yeah… be a good boy…” She bucked her hips, her moisture dampening her thighs under her dress and across his palm.

  He kissed and caressed her breast like it was the best thing he ever tasted, tongue traveling around teasingly, then wrapping around its urgent center. He sucked hard on her skin, closing his teeth over her nipple as punishment. He left her flesh swollen and wet and wanting more attention, then he moved to the other one.

  His teeth closed over her large swollen nipple, harder this time, and she hissed, enjoying the mix of intense pleasure blended with a bite of pain. Wishing he’d bite harder. Wanting him to make her beg for it. “You want me?” She moaned through gritted teeth. “Is that why you’re here?”

  Thraex murmured his answer, the words lost because his tongue and lips were otherwise occupied with her breast.

  “Then fucking take me.” She commanded, leaning down to pull her nipple from his mouth and kiss him again. “Just fuck me and be done with it, ‘Brother.’” She bit his lip. Hard. “Please… Just fuck me, Thraex… Make me feel something…"

  Thraex didn’t need to be told again, and he simply stood up, picking her up like she was a feather. He carried her to the bed and tossed her into it.

  She hit the flannel sheets hard enough to bounce several times on the springs, lying back on his pillow. The bed smelled like him; strong and clean and masculine.

  He took a moment to enjoy the scene before him: her top pull
ed down exposing her taunt nipples which were wet with his saliva, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her body weeping and spread open from the invasion of his fingers.

  She was very, very ready to be fucked.

  She recognized how much he enjoyed the sight. It made her even more excited. “I’m so wet…” She purred, sliding her hand down to run her fingers through the damp blonde hair between her thighs, then gently caress her folds with her index finger, inserting it into her body and collecting her moisture. She met his eyes, then licked her finger lavishly, tasting herself for his pleasure.

  He swore more viciously than she’d ever heard anyone swear in her entire life, in three different languages, his entire body shaking with desire now. Literally glowing with power and lust. He took off his jockey shorts and tossed them away.

  Sasha’s eyes settled on his cock, which was already throbbing in desire. It was thickly veined and its head glowed with the same blue light as the other darker areas of his flesh. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

  She wanted it inside her.

  Wanted to taste it.

  Wanted him to use it to punish her for thinking the things she’d thought and doing the things she’d done.

  Wanted him to empty himself deep inside her, again and again, until he finally got what he wanted from her and wouldn’t haunt her like he’d been doing for so long.

  Wanted him to make sure that no matter what happened, Sasha Westgate could never go back to being Sasha Westgate again.

  He slowly climbed into the bed with her, crawling up her body with the grace of an animal.

  It was positively terrifying.

  There was no way she’d be able to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her.

  She was tempting with fire here. And she wasn’t the one in control.

  And that realization sent her pulse spiking even higher.

  “Fuck you and your whore of a mother.” She spat out, moving her leg to kick at him. “You ruined my life.”

  He caught her leg and used it to roughly spread her body open for him. He was so hot for her now that his teeth were gritted, his breath coming in deep pants.

  He moved over her, rubbing his hardness against her soft warmth. Torturing her with its length, and tracing the lines of her sex with the tip. Wanting her to feel how much he wanted her, and make her wait for it.

  She swore at him, wrapping her legs around him. She didn’t want to wait anymore.

  He kissed her again, violently. Using his hot mouth as revenge instead of cruel words. His tongue and teeth punishing her and leaving her body aching for him. Leaving her little to do but gasp and claw at him.

  He took her hand in his, and wrapped her fingers around his erection, using her grip to milk his body. “Look at me, Miss Sasha.” He growled in his definite tone, eyes blazing and not allowing any hesitation from her. “You look at me while you jerk me off, Darlin’. I want you to know who’s cock is in your pretty little hand.”

  She did as she was told.

  Eagerly.

  His breathing grew quicker as his body got impossibly harder in her grip, surging against her palm. She tightened her fingers, hoping to hurt the bastard, but it only seemed to make him more excited.

  He gritted his teeth and held her hand there, thrusting against it.

  He moved again, grabbing her wrist and directing her, so that she was holding his shaft against her own entrance.

  “Guide me...” He whispered. “Guide me home, Sasha…”

  Again, she obeyed, and the fullness of his erection pressed into her, slick and hard and irresistible.

  “Give it to me then, Thraex…” She spat out, close to losing her mind from how stretched and full she felt with him inside her. It was almost too much to bear, and left her panting. She wasn’t sure how much more of him she’d be able to take. “Stick it in me and…”

  He kissed her tenderly, cutting off her words.

  It was a soft kiss. Affectionate. Meant to make her feel good, rather than hurt her. And it said…

  That wasn’t what she wanted. She broke free of the kiss, trying to again spout off profanities at him.

  He made a gentle shushing noise, voice soft. “Just tell me you want me, Sasha…” He all but pleaded. “I just need to hear it… Just once in my life, I need to hear it…”

  She bit his lip again, trying to make him angry. She needed this to be rough and dirty and…

  He kissed her again, his mouth catching her small whimper as he moved further inside her, the fullest and most complete she’d ever been. He was very large, and as ready and willing as her body was to accept him, she was still too tight. It took a moment for her to stretch around him, and then he pressed himself home, making her gasp in pleasure and glorious pain.

  Her legs automatically wrapped around him, fearing he’d withdraw and leave her. Wanting him to stay with her forever while paradoxically hating that he’d ever arrived.

  His breath was on her face, lips inches from hers.

  Thraex was inside her now. Her body was enveloping him, hungry for the feel of him.

  She met his eyes. And saw…

  She got terrified.

  This had been a mistake. This wasn’t what it was supposed to be... It wasn’t supposed… It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. This was a mistake…

  She tried to pull away but her efforts were wasted. He caught her arm as she prepared to hit him, pinning it above her head.

  His eyes didn’t leave hers. “It’ll be okay, Sasha.” He assured her softly, body still hard but unmoving. Every muscle in his body was still, like it was physically painful for him, but he didn’t move. “It’ll all be okay, I swear it.” His voice was shaking from the strain of remaining motionless. “Please… Please don’t be scared…”

  And Sasha broke down. Weeping against him, trying to hold onto her sanity.

  She had been terrified of her lust for this man, but looking into his eyes… whatever this was terrified her more.

  And no matter how horrible she knew this was… How much she told herself that she should stop… How much she wanted to flee this room and never look back…

  It just felt too good.

  God help her, she wanted it. She’d rather die than stop. She’d rather burn in hell forever than have him withdraw from her.

  It felt too good to be in his arms, and in his bed. To have his body firmly rooted inside her, listening to his assurances that he would take care of all of her problems.

  But he didn’t understand.

  He was the problem.

  Thraex had ruined her life. Destroyed everything about herself that she thought she knew. Made her feel powerless against the emotions he could bring to life in her with just a simple look.

  And now… now she was fucking her step-brother.

  One of her former students.

  Her family’s ex-ward.

  Someone who trusted her, probably more than anyone had ever trusted her in her entire life.

  And that was something she couldn’t forgive herself for.

  She’d wanted to hurt herself, and that’s just what she’d done.

  She’d never forgive herself for doing this to him.

  To them.

  He’d ruined her life.

  She wrapped her legs around him tighter, nodding at him and trying to get a handle on herself. “Okay…” She sniffed, helpless to do what she knew she needed to do because this just felt too good and too right. Her desire instantly burned through all of her concepts of morality and pride and mercy. She needed him too badly to quit. “Okay… Please don’t stop…” She whispered, wanting it more than she wanted breath in her body. “Please… make me feel…”

  He slammed into her and Sasha rolled her hips with him, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure she could out of this horror. This was unforgivable. How could she do this to him? And how could she possibly be enjoying it?

  His hand slid down her body to where they were joined, strong fingers stroking and pl
ucking at her center, intensifying her pleasure while his body stretched her open.

  It didn’t take long for her to climax. The man was too passionate and she loved everything he made her feel. It was humiliating how quickly he’d been able to break her. He’d barely had to touch her and she was already half over the edge. It had always been that way between them and this just reaffirmed that Sasha had always been a bad person.

  This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be enjoying it so much. She shouldn’t be getting this much pleasure from his touch.

  It was a deep, vibrating orgasm, which left her practically squealing beneath him, her eyes clenched tight but still somehow seeing stars.

  “Open your eyes.” He demanded.

  But she didn’t want to. She was afraid.

  “Open your eyes, Sasha.” He demanded again, voice harsh and hoarse.

  Sasha shook her head, starting to cry again.

  “Sasha…” He began, but didn’t complete the thought, as he was overcome by the tightness of her body and the continuing movement of her hips against him.

  Her brain might recognize the insanity and dreadfulness of this, but her body was a willing participant. She had no control over herself, her body was wrapped around him and urging him to ride her harder.

  His fingers clenched handfuls of the sheet next to her head, and he let out a deep growling roar, as he climaxed deep inside her.

  She hated herself for how much she enjoyed the sensation of his release. Feeling him lose himself in her. The closeness and intimacy of it…

  Sasha turned her head to the side, not wanting to see the look in his eye that she knew she’d see.

  She’d see something other than anger or hate.

  Thraex cared for her.

  She’d always known that.

  And that scared her.

  Because if he cared for her… then this meant something entirely different.

  Sasha couldn’t handle that. She needed it to be quick, and dirty, and shameful. It needed to be two people who hated each other, taking out their rage on each other’s bodies. This needed to be about his revenge and her using her body to buy her freedom from him in her life.

  It couldn’t be anything else.