Page 51 of Unwrapping Deviance

“If I kiss you, do you promise not to tell?” she says, gaze fixed on my lips.

I groan. “He’s my big brother, sweetheart. I don’t like keeping secrets from him. You’ll have to really convince me.”

There’s a little grin on her lips that tugs at every string around my stupid heart.

“Sounds like you want more than just a kiss.”

Fuck it.

Fuck everything.

I slide my hands under her flowy skirt and cup her pert, little ass. Mira’s eyes grow round, but she doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t make a sound as I lift her onto the edge of the shelf and wedge myself between her thighs. Her long legs automatically locks around my hips.

“I want your cunt, Mira,” I drive my rock-hard cock into her naked mound, stealing a sharp gasp from her. “I want to feel your tight hole grip my cock and squeeze until I cum all up inside you.”

I pump against her, grinding the rough grain of my jeans into her pussy as Mira fumbles to find purchase. Her flailing arms knock packets of cookies to the floor until she hooks her fingers into the shelf above her head. I release her ass to grab under her thighs, spreading her wide around me as I dry hump her right there in the aisle.

“Don’t stop!” she groans through her teeth, head back, eyes closed tight. “Please. I need to cum so bad.”

“Shh, baby,” I try. I really try, but Mira is lost. “You have to be quiet, or they’ll make me stop.”

“No!” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Christian, please!”

She sobs my name as I slam against her harder, driving her into the shelves. Something crashes to the floor in the aisle over and I know we’re running out of time.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

Her beautiful eyes spring open and fix on mine, devouring my whole soul with the raw pleasure boring back. “I’m so close. Christian...”

I don’t get the chance to answer when we hear a high, startled squeak of alarm at the end of the aisle. I hastily set Mira down and glance back at the two elderly women gawking at us like they’ve never seen two people fucking in the snack aisle. Still, when they hurriedly maneuver their carts to escape, I know we only have minutes before security gets involved and we’re escorted from the building. Granted, Jefferson doesn’t have security. It’ll most likely be the manager, but I’m not about to let Mira face that.

I turn back to my little demon and am met with those deep oceans. She looks as frustrated and miserable as I feel, but there’s nothing either of us can do about it now.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I skim her warm cheek with my fingers. “I’ll make it up to you later. Let’s go find your daddy before I get us kicked out of this place.”

She doesn’t protest. She grabs the last pack of triple stuffedOreosand my hand and lets me lead her out to find Daniel.

He’s leaving the cereal aisle when we finally spot him. His gaze swings from Mira to me to our joined fingers then back to me with a raised eyebrow.

Mira drops her gaze. Guilt a dark furrow between her brows.

I meet his glance head on, and I know he knows the look when he pivots his attention to the tiny figure between us.

“What did you do, Mira? Did you let Christian touch you?”

Heat swarms her cheeks, but she dares a glance at me before meeting the other man’s eyes.

She gives a faint nod. “Yes.”

Daniel brushes his thumb along her cheek and down along the line of her jaw. “Did he make my baby cum?”

Her flush darkens, but she shakes her head.

“We were interrupted,” I mutter.

There’s a ravenous scrutiny in my brother’s eyes as he looks her over. I know he’s dying to know what I did to her. Where I touched her. If I put my fingers inside her little hole. My cock.

He even glances at me like he’s waiting for details, but I just give him a shrug and move on ahead.

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