Page 33 of My Favorite Sin

“Yes. It makes me feel differently about our past. Inadequate. I thought what we had was intimate and intense. Now, I’m realizing it was probably all very amateur to you. I never really knew anything about your sexual desires. You always watched me, but I never saw you do anything.”

His gaze drops to my lips and remains there as he speaks slow and deep. “Don’t you think that tells you what kind of sex I’m into—watching my stepsister do things Idefinitelyshouldn’t be asking you to do. Teaching you about sex. Corrupting your sweet virgin ways and turning you into a desperate little slut for me and only me. Since telling me you’re still a virgin, all I can think about is teaching you how to ride my cock.” His eyes return to mine, boring into me, making my pussy clench. “That’s not quite true. Takingyour virginity is all I’veeverbeen able to think about. So, you don’t question for another second whether I have any fucking care factor for Chelsea. Or any other woman.”

Every inch of me is burning up. My clit is aching, begging to be taken care of. I press my hips firm to the car seat and grind a little. Just once. The movement isn’t as subtle as I thought, and the slightest smirk rises on Dan’s lips.

“Ally, are you rubbing your pussy on my car seat?”

My breath hitches. I nod, too embarrassed to speak the truth. Common sense tells me I should have just lied. But when Dan gets me in these moods, I can barely think straight.

“That’s my girl. My sweet little sister. Don’t stop.”

Everything in me wants to follow his command. The times I’ve been vulnerable like this in front of Dan were the most intense moments of my life. But they were also wrong.

“I… can’t,” I whisper, lowering Dan’s hand from my chin and reaching for my purse. “What you want with me is the exact thing I’ve been running from. It scares me.”

“It scares you, but you want it. Admit it.”

I weave my arm through the purse strap, trying to occupy myself with a task, any task, so long as it distracts me from Dan. “I can’t stay at your place tonight. I don’t trust myself alone with you. Maybe we shouldn’t continue this teaching thing either. Lines are being crossed. I think I could have something good with Liam.”

“Yeah, I can see you two really hit it off.” His words are bitter. Dan leans back against his door, watching me rummage through my purse. “You don’t care about the open relationship policy?”

“It’s different from what I expected but I’ll see howthings go with him. He seems like a really good guy, and we got along well tonight. I made a commitment to myself that I’d stop being so timid and start seeking out life experiences. I don’t need exclusivity.”

“Ally, any guy who is happy to share you is a fucking idiot. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

My eyes pop open wide and I freeze, hearing the wordqueenleave his mouth, remembering all the times he called me Queen, symbolizing exactly what I meant to him. It’s not right how much I want to hear that pet name leave Dan’s lips again.

“I should go. The car service is waiting for me.”

“I’ll let you go if you answer one question for me.” He takes my hand and pulls me in close again, whispering, “Are you wet right now?”

I swallow hard, my breath heavy. “Yes.”

“All from a little conversation about riding my cock.” He’s so smug about the effect he has on me, and I hate that I find it so hot.

“It won’t ever happen.” I speak with confidence, trying to throw him off his game. “I’m not precious about my virginity. Maybe Liam will take it next weekend on our date.”

My words only intensify his smug demeanor. “You get off on teasing me? You always have, rubbing your ass against my cock each time you snuck into my bed. Leaving the bathroom door open so I could watch you with the showerhead pressed to your pussy. You’re mine, Ally, and I’m not letting anyone else fuck you.”

The ache between my legs is so intense, hearing him claim ownership of me. I fight against the urge to grind against the car seat again. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.” I pull free of Dan’s grip and exit onto the sidewalkbefore he can stop me, knowing if I spend another moment with him, I’ll cave in and do something I shouldn’t.

“Ally.” Dan’s car door slams shut as he calls after me.

His footsteps approach but I don’t look behind me. Instead, I slip into the backseat of the car service, telling the driver to take off immediately.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ALLY

“Time out. I can’t breathe,” I struggle to say.

“No time for slow pokes,” Killian teases, running ahead of me with Violet.

Monday morning and I’m breathless, jogging on the beach with Killian and Violet before work starts. After Violet came to my house last week to help me choose an outfit for the double date, I took things a step further and asked her to join the morning runs.

Both she and Killian look like they should be in an active wear ad campaign; they’ve barely broken a sweat and somehow manage to look good while exercising. Meanwhile, my shirt is soaked, and I need to bend over, bracing my elbows to my knees in order to catch my breath.

Killian glances over his shoulder at me. “Fine. A quick break.”

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