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And God, it pisses me off that she’s still trying to manipulate me.

Her pussy lips are gleaming.

Harper’s already wet for me.

“Open.”

Her hair’s in her face, hiding her eyes. I brush it away and fold over her again, lifting my bare cock and resting its length against her slit.

I put my mouth by her ear. “Open.” Slowly, reluctantly, her knees shift an inch apart. “Really think my cock’s that small, princess?”

She lets out a stifled gasp when I wrench her open. Christ, I’m aching to fuck that perfect slit. Throbbing to empty myself inside her.

“This is what happens when you try to fuck with me,” I growl.

Harper’s thighs bunch as she tenses, forcing her juices out of her. I release her neck to throttle the base of my cock, to guide it over her cunt. Harper squirms as I drag my cock through her folds, coating it in her arousal. I move to the side, grab a fistful of her hair, and use that grip to hold her head an inch away from my dick.

“Lick.”

She hesitates, so I let go of my cock and slap her ass so hard she lets out a breathless cry. Pain lights up her eyes, and my cock throbs as need grabs hold of me with an iron fist. I’m trembling—externally, internally. I don’t know how long I’ll last like this, caught in this tantalizing anticipation…but I’ll be fucked if I lose control now.

I know this is wrong. Fucked up beyond belief. She’s my stepsister and that should be enough to force me to keep my distance. But I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I’ve wanted Harper. The forbidden fruit. This wicked, wicked sin.

When I make her scream with pain, in pleasure, I want the name on her lips to bemine.

Chapter 42

Harper

I came in here to see if my plan worked, maybe gloat a little, and now I’m on my knees in front of Jude, about to suck his dick.

How did I let this happen? Is it because of what Alex said? I had no idea Jude was so possessive over me…but it didn’t shield me. If anything, it turned me into a target.

Isthatwhy Sean did what he did? Was it just to fuck with Jude? What if, all this time, I was a pawn in a game I didn’t even know I was playing?

My insides are quivering. Every time I tense, wetness builds inside me.

I’m fucked in the head. An utter deviant. I should be furious at how Jude’s been controlling me since the day we met, instead I’m about to sleep with the enemy.

Jude slaps me on the ass again, but I sigh instead of screaming at him to stop. He wrenches my head closer to his cock. He’s seeping from the slit in his crown and I can smell myself on him, too. With one hand in my hair, he wraps the fingers of his other around his cock and starts pumping it an inch from my face.

I look up at him, but I don’t know if I’m protesting or encouraging him. His face contorts the moment we lock eyes, and for a second, I think he’s about to come. But then he licks his lips and murmurs, “Open.”

I want him tohurtme. To make me beg for his mercy. Because I know what I did to him was unforgivable. I’m a bad person. Ideservethis.

“Open,” Jude says through his teeth.

When I don’t obey a second time, he sinks his thumb and forefinger into my jaw, forcing my teeth open. Parting my lips whether I want them open or not. I struggle, but when he twists the hand in my hair and pain shoots through my scalp, I freeze, whimpering as I glare up at him.

Jude eases the tip of his warm, tangy dick between my lips. His hard length slides over my tongue and wedges in the back of my throat. I gag and push at his hips. He hisses, eyes hooded as he slowly draws out and then sinks in again.

I’ve never seen such unadulterated want on someone’s face. My heart flutters, my stomach tightens. I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles and shudder when wetness oozes out of me and trails down my inner thigh. I relax my jaw, but if Jude notices, he decides not to relinquish the grip on my face. He keeps his hand there, pushing open my jaw so I can take more of him into my mouth.

Wider.

Deeper.

And then harder.

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