Page 14 of Corrupt Idol

“In every way.”

“I think you have multiple personality disorder,” she announced.

“You think so?”

His lack of reaction enraged her.

“Yes! There’s something wrong with you, Jesse! You need help! I also think you have a taboo fetish.”

He paused in the middle of buttering pancakes. “Fetish?”

“Yes. That’s why you’re fixated on me…” She waved her hand as she tried to find the right words. “You get off on our relation to one another. It has nothing to do with me. If I wasn’t your step-sister, I’d be nothing to you.”

His eyes narrowed, but she was on a role and couldn’t stop. She needed to get this out.

“You like the risk of being caught. That’s why you did it in the car yesterday and why in the light of day.” She jabbed her finger at the sunlight streaming through the windows. “You can act perfectly normal. You—”

It happened so fast, she didn’t have time to run. One second, he was standing beside the stove and the next, he was on her. He gripped her face as he leaned down and kissed her. She screamed and beat her fists against his chest. He backed her against the fridge. The cool metal was a harsh contrast to her feverish skin.

“I fucked you in the SUV because I couldn’t wait,” he said as his hand fisted in her hair and pulled, bearing her throat to him. “And I can act normal right now because I had you under me last night, but if you want more, I’m ready.”

He arched against her and she stilled. He was rock hard. How was that possible?

“We could go to a foreign country where no one knows us and get a hotel room for a month. I’d fuck you so many times you’d forget your own name.” He bit her jaw and then licked away the sting. “It has nothing to do with a fetish and everything to do with you.”

She dug her nails into his neck. “No.”

“You don’t understand why I get you on your back every chance I have? Why I’ll take you in a car? Why gas stations and even our parents in a room down the hall doesn’t matter to me? I don’t care what’s proper and normal. I need you.”

When his hand went to her jeans, she gripped his wrist.

“Jesse, don’t.”

“Me wanting you has nothing to do with our relation. I wanted you from the start, but you didn’t want to see.”

He undid the button and shoved his hand into her jeans despite her attempts to stop him.

“So, I forced you,” he said against her ear as his fingers slipped inside her. Tension eased from him as if he had stuck his cock in her. He sighed and rubbed his face in her hair. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop. I need this.”

She shook her head as he worked her roughly. “Jesse.”

“Anywhere, anytime, I’ll take you. I don’t care who sees.”

“Jesse,stop!”

He glared at her, face carved with lust, anger, and determination.

“Five years, Vi. Five years you stayed away. You want to diagnose me? Paint me as a monster? I can take it. I’ll take anything as long as I get this.”

As he rubbed her clit, she hissed through her teeth. He groaned and withdrew his fingers. In seconds he had his pants undone and was sliding into her wet heat.

“Years, I’ve dreamed of this. No one came close.”

His tongue stroked hers and when she tried to turn her face away, he braced a hand against her cheek.

“How can you deny what’s between us?” he asked hoarsely.

The fridge began to move as he hammered into her so he transferred his grip to the metal box to hold it steady. The sound of the garage door opening made her stiffen.

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