Page 46 of Forbidden Obsession

“In your dreams,” I bit out, defiantly lifting my chin. “If you think I’m going to lie here and let you rape me, you’re out of your fucking mind. Get your dick out of me, and let me up, now, Blade.”

A deviant chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as a cocky smirk tugged his lips. “Forgive me, I haven’t formally introduced myself to you yet, darlin’. My bad. Blade’s my club name. My real name is Grant…GrantHolden.

Mind seized by a powerful vacuum, I was suddenly sucked back in time.

Aubrey burst through the door of our dorm room wearing a dazzling smile.

“You aced your test, didn’t you?” I asked, closing my textbook and hopping off my bed.

“Like a boss,” she beamed, dancing in a little circle.

“And you were worried,” I drawled, rolling my eyes, catching sight of the envelope on my bed. “Oh, I almost forgot. You got another letter from Grant.”

Aubrey let out a delighted squeal and snatched the envelope from my fingers before frantically tearing it open and plopping down on my bed.

“Come on, let’s see what dangerous crap my big brother’s doing now.”

Joining her, I leaned over Aubrey’s shoulder—as usual—and read the bold, masculine written words.

“Oh, no. He’s in the hospital again,” she groaned.

“Relax. He says it’s just a flesh wound.” I grinned, pointing to the little sketch of a man in armor with no arms or legs from the classic Monty Python movie.

“You don’t know my brother. His guts could be dragging behind him in the middle of the desert and he’d still say it was just a flesh wound,” Aubrey groaned.

“Well, he’s obviously healthy enough to send you the letter. That’s all that matters, right?”

“Yes.” She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Oh, Em, I wish you could meet Grant someday. He’s the most amazing man on the planet. You’d instantly fall in love with him.”

Fall in love with him.

Fall in love with him.

As her words gonged through my mind, my heart clutched and my stomach pitched.

I already had, at least, partially.

Another burst of panic rolled through me as Blade, err…Grant rocked his hips, dragging his masterful cock through my still tingling core. Struggling to dismiss the goosebumps peppering my flesh, I clenched my jaw and shot him a furious glare. “Why didn’t you tell me you were Aubrey’s brother?”

“Why are you pretending to be my sister?” he countered, thrusting deeper, lighting up the bundle of nerves beneath my pubic bone.

“Get the fuck off me, Grant. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, just…not like this.”

“Give me one good reason why I should believe you, darlin’?” He arched his brows.

“Because I haven’t lied to you about anything else since you brought me here.”

“You mean since Ikidnappedyou outside the fucking house Aubrey. And. I. Grew. Up. In?” he asked, emphasizing his last few words with deliberate and spine-bending thrusts of his glorious, thick cock.

Like sandpaper and silk, guilt and lust collided inside me.

“Yes,” I hissed, swallowing my pride. “Now get the fuck off me.”

A mischievous flicker skipped across his blue eyes. “I already told you. You’re not in charge, darlin’. This ismybed. We play bymyrules here.”

“I’m not playing anymore.”

“You sure?” he asked, flashing a dirty grin before he dipped his head and latched his sinful mouth over my left nipple.

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