Page 74 of Only If You Dare

“No,” she shook her head, “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Desiree moved but couldn’t make it past my stone barrier. My happiness was short lived, and I felt like a madman instantly.

“Why the hell not?” I roared.

“Because I don’t trust you.”

I let out frustrating breath.

“I saw Lila coming from your room Monday morning. It’s not my business what you do, but if you want to be with someone, you have to have the common decency not to entertain other women.”

“I’m not entertaining Lila; she wanted to talk about her tardiness and attitude since the day she arrived. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“At five a.m.?”

I sighed again. “Yes at five a.m., it’s the usual time to be up moving around. We were inside the room for fifteen minutes at most before I asked her to leave so I could take a shower.”

Desiree’s mind whirled, then she dropped her head into her hand.

“I thought…” her words evaporated before they had a chance to make it into the air.

“I’m not Cameron, Desiree. Let me build your trust back. I wouldn’t dare…”

“Don’t!” she yelled. “Just don’t tell me what you wouldn’t do, okay?” Desiree ruffled her hair. “We still couldn’t, we’re practically brother and sister. Your brother is marrying my sister, remember?”

I snatched Desiree up, and she yelped, shocked by my sudden movement. I crushed my lips to her mouth; sticking my tongue down her throat. I wanted to touch her soul and connect with her spirit. Desiree’s arms slid down my chest; her hands planted firmly against my torso. She moaned into my mouth, and a shudder flew through us both. I pulled up her dress and ripped her panties.

“Would your brother touch you like this…” I snatched my zipper down and thrust into her savagely. Desiree screamed, but I swallowed her cries with my tongue. “Would your brother make you feel like this…” I pumped into her, steady with a violent thrust and made her come instantly. She didn’t even get the words out. There was no warning, just a temerarious vibration that struck her core causing her to whine like that of a stricken animal. With reckless abandon, we rocked, forgetting about anything else going on around us. The warm wetness of Desiree’s fountain brought me to a stark edge. Desiree whimpered, and tears streamed down her face. “Would you be afraid to love your brother like you’re afraid to love me…” I growled. I bit down on her neck and came inside her hard. We moaned together and Desiree’s nails sunk into my shoulders. “You’re mine,” I stated matter of fact. “All mine.”

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