Page 13 of Curvy Girl for the Stepbrother

"Destiny?" She scoffs, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. The longing. "You're my stepbrother, Ethan. What we're doing is sick. It's..."

She trails off.

The disgust in her voice cuts me like a knife. Rage bubbles up inside me, and I grip her tighter. "I don't give a fuck what you call it. All I know is that you're mine, and I'll be damned if I let you go now."

I crush my mouth to hers in a brutal kiss, swallowing her gasp. She resists for only a moment before melting against me, her lips parting for my invading tongue. I explore the hot silk of her mouth, memorizing her addictive taste.

Mine. My Lila. She'll never escape me.

I tear my mouth away to trail biting kisses down the slender column of her throat. She tilts her head back with a breathy moan, giving me better access. I suck hard on her pulse point, determined to mark her. Claim her.

"You're mine," I rasp against her racing pulse. "This body, this heart, this sweet pussy. It all belongs to me. I won't let you run from this. From us."

"Ethan, please," she whimpers, but I can't tell if she's begging me to stop or keep going.

I slide my hand between her thighs, groaning when I find her wet and ready again. "This is your fate, baby. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. I'll only ever bring you pleasure. I'll worship this sexy body the way you deserve."

I stroke her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She bucks against my hand with a needy whine. "Let me love you…”

Lila

"Let me love you," Ethan whispers huskily against my skin. "Let me show you how good we can be together."

His skillful fingers dip inside me, stoking the embers of my desire back into a raging inferno. I buck my hips, grinding myself wantonly against his hand.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, curling his fingers to hit that magic spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "Ride my fingers. Take what you need."

I'm so close already, my body primed and needy from our previous coupling. The wet squelch of his digits pumping in and out of my dripping sex is obscene in the quiet room.

"Ethan, oh god..." I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders as I shamelessly fuck myself on his hand.

"Come for me, Lila," he demands, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "Soak my fingers with your sweet cream. Let me feel this greedy pussy squeeze me tight."

His filthy words are my undoing. I detonate with a silent scream, my thighs clamping around his wrist as I gush all over his pumping fingers. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, shorting out my brain until all I know is pleasure.

Ethan works me through it, his touches gentling as I slowly float back down. He presses soft kisses to my slack mouth, my cheeks, my fluttering eyelids.

"So beautiful," he murmurs reverently. "I'll never get enough of watching you fall apart for me."

Boneless and sated, I slump against his solid chest, too blissed out to feel anything but contentment. In this moment, wrapped in his strong arms, it's easy to believe his promises of love and destiny.

But in the back of my pleasure-drunk mind, a small voice whispers that this can only end in heartbreak...

And then I hear a gasp.

nine

. . .

Lila

The door bursts open and I jump back from Ethan's embrace, heart pounding. Mom and Richard stand in the doorway, expressions shifting from surprise to anger as they take in the scene.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mom demands, voice shaking.

Before I can find my words, Ethan steps in front of me, one arm held back protectively. His broad shoulders are tense, muscles coiled beneath his shirt.

"Lila and I are in love," he states calmly, but I can hear the undercurrent of defiance. "I'm in love with your daughter."

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