Page 196 of Pretty Little Lies

Leave it to him to flip this shit right back into something safely amusing.

“Whoever lets me stay out the latest.” He scoffs at that, inducing a chuckle to rumble from my chest. “Re-thinking that, Pretty Boy?”

“No.”

I roll my eyes. “Stubborn.”

“Sometimes.” He peers down between our bodies and a look of something more dangerous passes over his face. “When yougonna put me out of my misery and fuck me, Wildfire? I haven’t had you in days.”

I shove him back a bit, getting him to pass through the threshold of the foyer and into the living room.

Getting him to the plush couch, I deliver another gentle shove as he willingly falls to the cushions before straddling him on both sides of his broad body.

“This feels oddly familiar,” he muses, leaning back and starting at the button of his jeans already.

“Does it? I don’t remember.”

Torin grips the front of my shirt and heaves me against his chest. “I have no fuckin’ problem reminding you.”

Then his lips crash onto mine to fill in those memories that still live vividly in my mind.

However, we didn’t kiss that day.

I just rode his cock and enjoyed every second of it while he believed he was screwing Levi’s girl.

Torin’s tongue demands entrance, which I gladly give him, lacing my fingers through his soft hair and grinding my cunt against his hand that’s currently trying to free his cock.

“I could tell that day that you didn’t belong to anyone,” he mutters against my lips. “You were too wild, too much into yourself and your own release.”

“Maybe I’m just a selfish bitch.”

Torin squeezes my thigh and starts to grapple at the fabric of my leggings. “Maybe. Or my fucking stepsister, who I still want to fuck every single day of the week.”

I smile against his kisses and raise up on my knees so he can peel the fabric down my ass. “You’re sick.”

“You’re sexy.”

“This pussy worth the weird looks, Pretty Boy? I’m a fucking Wildes.”

“And I’m a Morrison by blood, but I’d still tell people I’m fucking my stepsister because it’s raunchy and hot.”

My leggings and panties get to the back of my knees, and Torin positions himself to enter me, making us break out kiss so he can get around the rest of my pants.

“Do you remember what you told me?”

I shake my head. “Which part?”

“The part where you were gonna fuck me until I was madly in love with you.”

I feel the slight blush of crimson heat my face because I did say that stupid shit. “I was mirroring your cocky.”

“You’re starting to succeed.” Then he enters me, filling me entirely to the hilt as I squeeze the fabric of the couch for stability.

His words, mixed with the way he’s slowly fucking me to get used to him, only intensifies the need to lose myself with him.

I never thought we’d end up here.

I never believed that I would start feeling such sharp feelings for the man who was supposed to be my enemy. Born on the wrong side of everything South Shore, I’m fucking him into the family’s couch with zero shits and a whole lot of need to hear Torin tell me everything he’s been feeling.

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