Page 68 of The Fallen Ones

“Nothing is going on with us,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Nothing? You never fucked him?”

“No,” I said, gripping theoh shit handleon the door, my anxiety setting in.

“No?” He laughed again. “I don’t believe that. Pretty girl like you and a handsome guy like him. I’m sure you’ve fucked him.”

“I’ve never,” I practically shouted at him.

“Kiss him then? You ever do that?”

The night with Caleb flashed through my mind.

“Y-Yes.”

“Did you like it?” his voice grew softer, an edge of fury to it.

“I-I… he didn’t. He didn’t kiss me back. Please slow down. You’re scaring me.”

“You kissed him and that was it? He didn’t kiss you back?”

“Yes. We’ve not spoken since. I upset him by telling him it was gross. That it was like kissing a sibling.” The words sounded awful as I repeated them, but I was desperate to get Damien to slow down, and I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t unless he was given what he wanted.

The needle on the speedometer was at eighty-five now. This road was too narrow, too dangerous, to be going so fast on.

“Damien, please. Please slow down,” I choked out.

He slammed on the brakes, the car sliding sideways before completely stopping in the road.

My breath came out ragged as I sat numbly in my seat.

“Tell me something, my sweet baby sister. Was it gross when you kissed me?”

I blinked at his words.

“That was…that was a long time ago,” I whispered.

He turned toward me, that darkness I’d come to know so well shining in his eyes.

“Then maybe I need to refresh your memory.”

Before I could protest, his lips were on mine. I didn’t move beneath his kiss, my body having lost its ability to function.

Vaguely, I heard the sound of his seatbelt unlatching before he shifted closer to me, pressing me hard against my seat.

With a firm grip, he held my face. If he cared about my lack of action, he didn’t show it.

At least at first.

With a soft snarl, he bit my bottom lip, making me cry out. He took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine.

As hard as I fought, I was losing as his fingers tangled in my hair. As his hand moved down to cradle my face before he was making a hand necklace around my throat and squeezing.

My lips twitched beneath his until I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go and kissed him, earning a soft groan of approval as he tugged me roughly towards him. He explored my mouth with his tongue. His lips moved expertly against mine, demanding. Taking. Owning. I let out a soft whimper against his lips, causing him to groan softly.

Just as suddenly as he kissed me, he stopped, his lips a breath from mine as I sat trying to rake in my breath.

“Tell me now how gross it is to kiss your big brother,” he whispered against my lips. His hand trailed to my thigh and beneath my skirt. I didn’t dare move as I stared into his dark eyes, my chest heaving.

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