Page 23 of Dangerous Allure

“Do I? Seems like you all have a little thing for the girl.” I accuse.

“We are not discussing this shit. You should fucking talk. The tension is thick when the two of you are together, don’t even try to deny it.” He counters, but I ignore his bullshit, changing the subject.

“Did you know her mom was a Radley?” I ask and everyone is quickly stunned into silence.

“Wait a minute,” Rick says as Casp chimes in.

“So she’s been fucking her cousin?” He laughs, shaking his head. I look up at Rick who looks like he’s seen a ghost and I laugh.

“No, you idiots. Francine was adopted, more or less a foster kid that they ended up adopting. So no, there is no blood relation. I’m not even sure Presley knows about it. Francine has always had the last name Hart. She was never a true Radley, but Grandad told me stories about all the families through the years. Funny how all the only daughters of all the families end up dead or on drugs then OD. Anyone else see the pattern here?” I ask.

“I could really care less. Shit doesn’t affect me, but yet again, more burning questions as to why mom was the way she was.” Casp says and I nod.

“Something happened that we will never know. Was Francine the last living female from their generation? They were all friends, best friends.” Rick says but I shake my head. I know a lot of things they don’t, but I’m not ready to divulgethe history of the founding families, at least not tonight.

“I think there is one more still alive. The only one who wasn’t shunned. Who abided by the rules and did everything that was asked of her.” I say but I raise my hand to shut Rick up before he can say another word.

“It doesn’t matter. All those women died with the information you seek. The other is gone. She ran. No one has been able to find her. She’s a ghost. So let's drop it for now. Leave it alone. We don’t want to go digging up the past only for it to affect ourfuture. Got it?” I say, looking at the four of them as they all nod. A knock at the door distracts us all from the conversation. Rick goes to get the food, but it’s not food he returns with.

“Hey. I don’t mean to interrupt but I didn’t want to be alone tonight. I can leave if I’m intruding.” Presley says but I shake my head as Axel gets up offering her his seat.

“Sit down. We’re just about to eat. Hope you like Chinese.” I say with a smile as she sits while Axel grabs another chair, sitting next to her. A few minutes later, the food arrives and we fall into mindless conversation, laughing and joking with our little guest.

Something must’ve happened at home tonight because every time she moves, I notice the little wince, and I swear to god I will break all ten of Stan’s fingers if I find out he’s been abusing her. And if it’s not him, then little Radley will be next.

Seeing how happy she is hanging out with us forces me to leave the issue alone and let us enjoy the night. As long as she’s smiling, I’m happy. I just wish it was me and not my brothers lighting up her features.

This isn’t going to end well for any of us if she keeps coming around and none of us claim her. I can’t, even if I wanted to, she’s only eighteen. Then there’s Amber.

After dinner, Presley insisted on helping with the dishes and cleaning the kitchen while Brax, Mav, and Axel fight over a movie to put on. Caspian disappeared to go play video games, so I decided to help her in the kitchen.

Clearing the table, I watch her standing in front of the sink, humming a tune while soaping up the sponge. My eyes are glued to her ass as her hips sway to whatever song she’s singing. I walk over and place the forks and glasses in the sink as she turns towards me. She startles and the sponge drops between us sending suds flying in the air. I laugh as I crouch down to grab it. I look up at her staring down at me with wide eyes as I take thesoaked sponge and run it up her bare leg, leaving a white bubble trail. I drag my other hand up her calf and over her knee as her hand grips my shoulder. I look up at her again, licking my lips.

“What I would give to taste you.” I whisper, throwing the sponge in the sink as I run both my hands up the backs of her thighs, gripping her bare ass. She squeezes my shoulder as I take in her scent. Running my finger down the crack of her ass I snap the string, causing her to shudder.

“Tell me to stop, Presley. Tell me to get up and fuck off.” I beg, but she says nothing as I stick my head under her skirt and run my nose over her slit, sucking the silk into my mouth. My taste buds burst and it sends me spiraling, knowing my brothers are in the next room.Fuck.I grip the strings of her thong and pull them down letting them fall to the floor.Purple. Nice.I run my hands back up her thighs and spread her lips, licking her clit, once, twice, three times, savoring her flavor as a small whimper leaves her lips.

“Harls, make some popcorn. Beauty, grab some drinks.” Rick yells from the living room as I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue slowly. She lets out another whimper and I stop. Pulling my head from underneath her skirt, I look into her eyes as I sink a finger into her tight pussy then bring it to my mouth, sucking it clean.

“Delicious.” I say as Ilift her foot up, one at a time and taking her soak thong, shoving the silk into my back pocket as I stand. Her breathing hitches with how close I am to her and fuck, I just want to kiss her. I take the same finger that was inside her moments ago and bring it to her mouth.

“Taste yourself.” I order as she slides her lips over my finger, sucking gently.Fuck me.She bites the pad of my finger as I remove it from her sinful mouth and grip her chin.

“Sorry for this.” Is all I say before I smash my lips against hers, reveling in the way I can taste her pussy in her mouth. I groan asher tongue moves gracefully with mine.Fuck. I need to stop or I never will.Pulling away, I smirk. Placing a kiss on her cheek.

“I never got to say Happy birthday. So, happy birthday beautiful. See you later.” I whisper and walk away.Fuck. Why did I do any of that? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Now that I’ve tasted her, I’m not sure anything or anyone else will suffice and that alone is going to be a problem.Fuck.

Chapter 17

Presley

It’s been a rough three days, but hanging out with the Cyprus brothers last night made me feel so much better. It’s like I live a different life when I’m with them.

Slamming my concealer down on the desk, I look at myself in the mirror. I’m getting sick and tired of piling on all this makeup to hide the bruises. I wish someone could actually see the real me, completely bare, but there is no one. I could never tell the guys. I’m not sure if they would even believe me, or what their reaction would be.Ugh. I really need to get the fuck out of here.

My mom’s funeral is this weekend, along with my birthday party. Stan has made it his mission in life to take everything he can from me. I don’t remember anything that happened after he knocked me out, but I woke up naked in my room, aching and a pile of vomit next to my bed. I’m almost positive he shot meup with whatever drugs he loves to do. I guess I’m lucky to be breathing.

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