Page 25 of Grave Intentions

I push off from the counter and stalk toward her. Her breath catches as I lean down, caging her between my arms against the kitchen table. “Are you saying you still want me to fuck you?”

Her cheeks flush pink. “Yes.”

I drag my fingers along her jaw, tilting her face up. “You have no idea what you’re asking for. The things I want to do to you would break most people.”

“I’m not most people.”

A dark laugh escapes me. “No, you’re not. You’re mine.” I grip her chin harder. “But once I have you, there’s no going back. I’ll corrupt every innocent part of you. Mark you. Ruin you for anyone else.”

Her pupils dilate, and it drives me fucking insane.

“I’ve thought about bending you over this table countless times. Watched you doing dishes, imagining how pretty you’d look with my hand around your throat while I fuck yousenseless.” I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Is that what you want, Lena? To be destroyed by your psychotic foster brother?”

She shivers against me. “Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“I want you to fuck me, Talon.”

The taboo nature of our relationship only fuels my desire. She’s off-limits, forbidden fruit, and I can’t resist the temptation.

“Talon, I—” Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers.

“I will, but not right now.” I want to draw this out and savor our forbidden desire in every torturous moment.

Lena’s eyes widen at my response, her chest rising and falling sharply. She wants this, but I’m going to make her wait.

I step back, holding her gaze. “Come with me.”

Confusion flickers in her eyes, but she follows obediently. I lead her to her bedroom, a place I’ve invaded so often without her knowledge. I close the door behind us, relishing the privacy. I spot a pair of her dirty panties crumpled on the floor and smirk.

I can feel Lena’s eyes on me as I bend down to pick them up, inhaling her unique scent. It’s heady and musky, filling my lungs and making my cock even harder.

Lena’s breath catches, her cheeks flaming red as she realizes what I’m doing. I see the moment her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants, her gaze raking over me with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” I confess, my voice hoarse as I climb onto her bed. I kick off my shoes and loosen my belt, freeing my straining cock.

Lena watches, rapt, as I wrap her panties around my length, stroking myself slowly. “I’d imagine what it would be like to finally give in. For me to slide into that tight, innocent pussy ofyours.” I remember the countless nights I’ve tortured myself like this.

“Did you ever touch yourself with my underwear?” Lena’s voice is barely a whisper.

I chuckle darkly. “So many times. I’d inhale your scent and imagine you were riding my cock.” I lick my lips, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I stroke myself faster, the fabric of her panties soft against my skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about defiling that sweet body of yours.”

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

Lena’s eyes flicker with a mixture of desire and hesitation. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she considers her response.

“Tell me the truth,” I growl, my patience waning.

She takes a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Yes.”

Hearing that word leave her mouth sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock. I’m rock hard, aching to be inside her.

“Show me,” I command.

Lena’s eyes widen, her face flushing a deep crimson. She shakes her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I can’t.”

I climb off the bed and step toward her, relishing the fear and desire warring in her eyes. “You can, and you will.” I place a hand on her hip, my thumb grazing the soft skin of her lower back. “Get on the bed and show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

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