Page 62 of Drown in You

I’m tied up, so I don’t exactly have any leverage to argue. “What deal?”

“You tell me you’re mine, and you can leave. You let me hold you at night and walk you to your classes and keep you safe. You come to my games and cheer me on and let me show you how much I care about you, every day.” He traces the vibrator along my thigh without turning it on. My breath catches. “Or I make you come over and over with this all weekend until you give in.”

Somehow, Luke wants more than sex from me. This isn’t just about his twisted fantasies of his stepsister. I still don’t know why he wants more from me, but I’m starting to want more from him too, no matter how reckless that is. I definitely want more of this.

He has no idea how badly I want to give in to him. How an ache settles in my chest every time I try to push him away, try to convince myself that he’s forbidden and I shouldn’t want him. How terrified I am that if I let him in, he’ll hurt me like Dad hurt Mom. Like Ten hurt me. That he’ll leave me behind because that’s what always happens.

So I keep my mouth shut.

His gaze drops to my body splayed out in front of him, disappointed. “Guess you’ve made your choice.”

Without another word, he yanks the jersey up over my eyes, shielding my view of him.

A dull drone hums from the vibrator as Luke turns it on. My heartbeat turns staccato as he glides the silicone up my body, the pulsing pressure on my bare skin foreign. When the silicone reaches my nipple, I stop breathing as he increases the pressure.

I bite my lip, trying not to give away just how good it feels. My nipple hardens and the space between my legs grows slick.

For a fleeting moment, I wish he would use his hands and mouth on me. Sink his fingers back inside me like he did in my hotel room, in the stairwell, on the bus.

“You ready to say it yet?” he purrs. “Admit it?”

Several seconds of silence tick by before Luke lifts the vibrator from my breast and smacks it down onto my clit.

I yelp, jerking against my restraints. They don’t budge—only make my ankles and wrists and shoulders ache deliciously. Yes, keep doing that. Don’t stop. I bite the words back down before they can escape.

His mouth comes down on my peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I gasp, arching into him.

The shock of his unexpected touch, the anticipation from not knowing where or when the next brush of contact will come, makes it that much sweeter, makes the pleasure pump harder through my veins.

He cranks up the pressure on the vibrator until it’s pulsing hard on my clit, electric bursts zapping me down to my toes and up to my scalp.

“Luke!” I mean his name to come out like a warning, but he must take it as encouragement because he presses the silicone harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves. My heels dig into the mattress of their own accord, trying to get away from him.

“Stop trying to escape me, Sienna. You never will.” His mouth crashes down onto my nipple, sucking it as deep as he can into his mouth, abusing it far worse than the other. I cry out, writhing beneath him. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

My pussy pulses, arousal pooling and threatening to spill down to the sheet beneath my ass. Overwhelming pleasure makes my eyes sting, and I can’t bite back the moans that leave my throat unbidden.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, barely audible above the depraved drone of the toy. “Come for me.”

Against my ribcage, my heart thumps wildly. I can’t hold back my orgasm even if I wanted to. That crest of pleasure barrels toward me like a runaway train.

Fireworks explode in my head as my pussy pulses, clit throbbing beneath the unrelenting pressure of the vibrator. I claw at my restraints, struggling to get away from the overwhelming sensation between my legs, but Luke doesn’t relent. He keeps the vibrator glued to me, still cranked to one of the highest settings.

“Stop!” I pant, tears pooling. The stimulation is too much. I can’t take any more.

His finger dips down to swirl in my arousal, but he doesn’t remove the vibrator. “You’re the only one who can stop this.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m aching to be filled, to feel him stretching me and thrusting into me over and over while he keeps that vibrator on my clit until I’m coming with his cock inside me.

But I can’t give in to him. I can’t. I may be willing to give him my body, but not my heart.

He tsks at my silence, at the absence of the words he longs to hear but I can’t say to him. “We’ll have to give you another then. And another. And another.”

Anticipation and panic mix. How many orgasms is Luke going to force on me before he lets me leave this room? How many will my body be able to handle before my heart explodes? It already feels like I just swam ten laps.

With a soft click, he cranks the vibrator to the highest setting.

A scream rips from my throat, back arching as my still-sensitive clit gets pulverized by the vibrator. No amount of thrashing against my restraints helps. Luke tugs the jersey down off my face before pinning my hip to the mattress, forcing me to take the pulsing vibrator against my clit with legs spread wide.

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