Page 52 of Dare To Take

“I’m a monster, remember? Why would I feel remorse?”

His angry eyes meet mine and his gaze flicks to my mouth. I know what’s going to happen a split second before he kisses me. The hands around the tops of my arms grip harder, as his lips find mine. I kiss him back; I can’t help myself.

He releases my arms and grabs a fistful of my dress to drag it up over my hips.

I dig my nails into his neck. He shudders and bites down on my lip, then slams me back against something cold and hard. My legs wrap around his hips, my fingers tangling in his hair. One hand spreads out across my ass while he makes fast movements with the other beneath me.

I’m so lost in the frenzied kiss that I don’t fully register him shoving the scrap of lace between my legs aside. I rip my mouth from his, with a gasp at the feel of his cock at my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Eli snarls, and shoves deep inside me.

I cling to him as he pumps into me in harsh, short thrusts, the stone at my back keeping me in place.

His lips are against my ear. “You might hate me, but your body still craves what I give it. There’s no denying that.”

My lips part to cry out.

His hand flies up to cover my mouth, to smother my words as he rolls his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into me. My moan of pleasure is muffled by his palm.

“Just look at how much you love my dick. You’re fucking insatiable,” he whispers against my neck, picking up the pace and biting down hard on my flesh. “All it takes is one touch and you go up in flames. What the fuck does it matter what’s happened before when this is the result?” His teeth sink into the base of my throat.

I soak it all in.

It hurts.

It overwhelms me.

The pleasure and pain destroy me as my world comes undone.

An orgasm erupts through me, leaving my body shaking and bathed in pleasure.

Eli continues to fuck me, his movements becoming more frantic and uncoordinated. A beat later, he growls, bites the lobe of my ear, and a shudder wracks his body.

He drops his forehead to my shoulder, one arm wrapped around my waist. The only sound is that of our heavy breathing. His semi-hard cock still buried inside me. I throw my head back and stare up at the starry sky.

I hate him for making me want this. I’ve never felt so out of control. Lost in the heat of the moment.

He’s my nemesis.

My bully.

My lover.

My stepbrother.

He’s everything I shouldn’t want. Dangerous, violent, aggressive. And whatever this craziness is between us, he’s going to twist it up and use it against me as a weapon, eventually.

He releases me gently, lowering my legs to the ground and lets me go. I sway on my feet, and step away from him. Only then do I see what he just fucked me against. An angel. A beacon of purity … and we’ve just tainted it.

Eli’s cock juts up from the open jeans hanging low on his lean hips. His eyes are dark and stormy in the soft glow of the fairy lights, and a lock of hair has tumbled onto his forehead.

And that’s when it hits me. The warm wetness dripping down my thigh. The laugh which bubbles up holds a hint of hysteria. He didn’t use a condom.

“Ari—” He reaches for me.

I slap him before he can stop me, the sting in my palm nothing compared to the pain in my chest. I glare at him, as my eyes drown in tears. My laughter cuts off.

“I’m never going to forgive you for what you’ve done. Thank you for the reminder of who you really are.”

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