Page 64 of Drown in You

Luke

Watching Sienna come is like watching the sun rise and shine down on you. Her breaths become increasingly shallow, she bites her bottom lip like she stands any chance at holding it back, and her chest flushes. When the orgasm finally barrels through her, her back arches and she cries out, music to my ears.

By the fifth orgasm, she’s a wet, trembling mess. Thighs shaking violently, legs and arms limp, cheeks streaked with makeup, eyes red-rimmed. So fucking beautiful.

She’s more resilient than I expected. Even after two a.m., she doesn’t give in.

Her silence crushes me. She’d rather take this for hours than be mine. No matter how perfect we are for each other, she doesn’t want me.

Would she have already given in if she knew who I really am? But I already know exactly how that confession would go—she’d leave me and never look back.

Finally, I let her up to pee. She waddles into the bathroom, simultaneously pale and flushed, eyelids droopy with exhaustion and hair a tangled mess. This is my favorite version of her. Not done up like a doll—fucked up like my own personal plaything.

This is the tip of the iceberg. That night in the hotel room was only the beginning. She’ll never know how much better it can be between us if she refuses to ever give us a chance.

When she shuffles back, bleary-eyed, she bends slowly to grab for her jeans.

“Not a chance.” I scoop her up and drop her onto the mattress between me and the wall, draping an arm over her. “You’re not going anywhere. I get you all weekend.”

She stiffens. “Luke,” she whines. “I can’t take any more.”

I smile and flip her onto her side before pulling her against me and tucking the blanket around us. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll let you get some sleep.” Briefly, she relaxes until I add, “You’ll take it in the morning.”

She’s too drained to protest, and even though my balls are aching to come after watching her writhe and cry out in ecstasy for hours, we both fall asleep in minutes.

When I wake up, she’s still sound asleep beside me. A huge grin stretches across my face. I slept like a damn baby, and so did she. I want her in my arms every night. My perfect girl.

Silently, I climb out of bed. Just in case, I toss her clothes in the closet where she won’t find them and head for the kitchen. She’ll need sustenance.

By the time the eggs are fried and the bacon is burning, a door squeaks open and Knox shuffles out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He gives a groggy chuckle when he spots me. “Who’s the girl you had screaming in your room last night? Please tell me it was your stepsister.”

Shit. I figured with the music blasting, none of them would overhear us. “Don’t know. Forgot her name.”

He gives me a wry smile. “But you’re making her breakfast?”

“Gotta keep her energy up.”

That makes him laugh. “My favorite kind of puck bunny. What happened to Sienna?”

“Went back to her dorm last night after she cleaned up my room.”

“Tell her she can come clean my room next. I’ll keep her busy all night long.”

“No-sister rule,” I remind him and toss him a few strips of burnt bacon to buy his silence. He scarfs them before digging in the cupboard for cereal.

Even if he knew it was Sienna in my room, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Until she showed up and he opened his big mouth to tease her for it. Then she’d murder me.

Sienna stirs once I open the door and lock it behind me. I hand her the plate and fork, and she sits up to take it with a sweet smile. God, I love being the one to put that smile on her face. “Thanks.”

She’s still in my jersey, her messy brown hair falling over the fabric. This is how I want her in my room always. In my jersey or naked whenever we’re alone.

She yawns. “I didn’t have any nightmares last night.”

“Do you usually have nightmares?”

Her eyes drop to her plate, realizing she’s confessed too much. She pops a piece of bacon in her mouth. “Usually. It’s not a big deal.”

She’s never told me about nightmares, not even as Ten. Her silence is pissing me off. Doesn’t she realize how much I love her? That I would do anything for her? She doesn’t have to hide shit from me.

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