Page 69 of Corrupt Obsession

“Last week was a dream for me. Taking your virginity and then having you surrender so completely, giving me everything…” One hand balled into a fist at his side. “Now, you say you want to forget it ever happened, and I’m supposed to go back to treating you like a sister.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way, baby.”

“We have to get home. Mom and Dad…”

“Things were perfect until that call came in,” Jesse cut in, ignoring her nervous chatter. “I don’t care that I have to quitfootball. That’s a small price to pay for giving him the beating he deserved.”

“Tucker—”

He closed the distance between them with a speed that made her let out a startled yelp. He pinned her against a tree and gripped her face as he ducked down, so they were eye to eye.

“That’s the last time you say his name,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m sick of hearing about him. I don’t regret what I did. I’d do it all over again, except I wouldn’t stop until I was sure the damage was permanent.”

“You can’t mean that!”

“I do.” He trailed his knuckles down the sensitive line of her throat. “He had no right to touch you.”

His pupils were so dilated, there was only a thin ring of blue. She should run, fight, or scream her head off, but she was locked in a strange paralysis that kept her pinned between Jesse and the massive tree at her back.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for me. I won’t believe you.”

His knuckles trailed down to her breasts. When he strummed her nipple, she jolted.

“You love what I do to you,” he rasped as he cupped her breast and tightened his hold on her face, giving her no way to hide her reaction from him. “You want this so bad, you’re shaking.”

She was shaking. Whether it was from desire or terror, she wasn’t sure. She wrapped both hands around his wrist and tugged. “Please don’t do this.”

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone,” Jesse said almost to himself. “I thought I would be satisfied once I had you, once you gave yourself to me, but you’re always trying to slip away.” His expression hardened, and his fingers dug into her cheeks as hepressed his lips to hers. “But I have you now, Violet. And I’m not letting go.”

He held her gaze as his hand left her breast and went to the button of her jeans. Her paralysis broke. She erupted into motion, but he was anticipating that and swept her legs out from under her.

She landed on her back without any idea how she’d gotten there. Winded and stunned, she lay there, staring at the underside of the tree’s canopy until Jesse blotted out her view. He undid her jeans, yanked them to her knees, and slipped his fingers inside her. She sat up with an outraged shriek as he retracted his hand. Before she could defend herself, he shoved those same fingers into her mouth so deep that she gagged.

“Tell me again you don’t want me,” Jesse mocked.

Along with bile, she tasted her own honey. She wrenched her head to the side and coughed.

“We’re not going backwards,” Jesse declared with frightening calm as he positioned her on her hands and knees and knelt behind her. “Nothing’s coming between us. No other guys, Mom and Dad, even God.”

She reached back and pushed at him. “You can’t do this!”

“I have to do this. For both of us.” When she tried to scramble away, he pulled her back and smacked her butt hard enough to stun her into immobility. “You’re scared of what people think and too ashamed to admit what you really want.”

His fingers slipped inside her.

“Soaked, just like I knew you would be. Are you wet for your brother, Violet?”

“Stop!” she sobbed as she tore at the grass to get away.

He gripped her hips, hauling her backwards, and slammed in to the hilt. She screamed. The horrible sound bounced off the trees and ricocheted back to them. As she hung her head, panting, she waited for the distant shout of some GoodSamaritan coming to the rescue, but there was nothing but the pleasant sound of the stream, which she now realized would drown out any call for help.

“I come here often because of how isolated it is,” Jesse said as he blanketed her much smaller form. “Scream all you want. Nobody’s going to hear you.”

“This isn’t you,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Something’s wrong. Can’t you see that?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me,” he groaned into her hair. “I haven’t been sane for over a year. You love toying with me and throwing obstacles in my path. I’d let you do whatever you want to me, but the moment things get rough, you want to run. I’m not going to let you do that anymore. You’re sticking with me.”

He began to move in shallow, hard thrusts that stabbed something inside her that made her keen and uproot the ground around her.

“How can anything that feels so fucking good be a sin, Violet?” he panted as his hand slipped under her blouse and stroked her stomach. “We were made for each other. Can’t you feel it?”

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