Page 78 of Corrupt Obsession

How many times had she considered confiding in a friend, school counselor, youth pastor, or therapist who was sworn tosecrecy? But who would believe her? Even she couldn’t believe what was happening. The only person who would probably take her word for it was the one person who avoided her like the plague. Tucker had been on the receiving end of a temper that no one even knew Jesse possessed. Tucker had returned to school and explained his absence by spinning some tale about being approached by a record label. His return had briefly stirred up everyone’s interest in her again, but this time, she didn’t care. She had bigger problems to deal with—namely, her stepbrother, who everyone idolized and admired and thought wouldn’t hurt a fly.

By the time the movie ended, she was once more stretched out on the couch with her head on the arm rest. Dad glanced at her and, when he saw she was still awake, flicked through a few channels before he settled on reruns of,I Love Lucy. When she was a kid, Dad only allowed her to watch old movies and shows so he wouldn’t have to worry about anything explicit being shown.

They chuckled together as they watched Lucy’s antics. When the episode ended, Dad got to his feet.

“You’re going to stay up?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He came over and set the remote by the lamp so she could easily reach it.

“Night, kiddo.”

“Night, Dad,” she echoed.

She listened to him shuffle down the hallway as another episode began. She was tired but couldn’t bring herself to go to her room. She turned off the lamp because the bright light was making her eyes water. She cocked her head when she heard footsteps making their way to the living room. Assuming Dad wanted a drink of water or had forgotten something, she looked up when a dark figure rounded the couch. When she realized itwasn’t Dad, she opened her mouth to scream. Jesse lunged at her, clapping a hand over her lips before she could utter a sound.

He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers as he murmured, “I can’t go another night without you.”

Even as she prepared to bite his palm, he dragged her to the middle of the couch and flipped her onto her stomach. The blanket was tossed to the floor before her bottoms were yanked to her knees. Even as she turned her head to the side to catch her breath, Jesse was already sinking inside her. She clawed the cushions and kicked her feet as her body struggled to adjust.

“Shh,” he soothed as he came down on top of her.

With her legs clamped together, he felt impossibly large, and though she was wet, it wasn’t enough. The couch absorbed her groan as he withdrew and then pushed for more territory.

“Good girl. Almost there,” he praised and ignored her furious hiss. “God, you feel so good, Vi. So perfect.”

“What the hell are youdoing? They could walk in any minute.”

“I jacked off twice and still tossed and turned. My hand won’t do. I need you. I need this. I’m going crazy. I can’t escape even in sleep because I dream of you.”

His hands skated down her arms until he reached her hands. Before she could pull away, he twined their fingers together.

“Do you know what it’s like, never having a moment’s peace? To want something so badly, you’ll do anything to possess it?”

He shuddered and buried his face in her hair as he sheathed himself completely.

“Thank you,” he said fervently.

“You’re sick.”

His tongue dipped into her ear before he breathed, “So are you. The difference between us is, I accept it.”

She screwed her eyes shut as he began to thrust, stabbing deep, making her toes curl.

“This doesn’t have to be sick. This doesn’t have to be twisted. It can be beautiful if you’d let it. If you stopped fighting and let us be.” His fingers tightened around hers. “I can feel you milking me and getting wetter. You love this.”

She buried her face in the cushions as she tried to deny what he was saying, but her body wasn’t under her command. It was under his, and it responded to him, bathing him in honey, welcoming him, while her mind did everything in its power to block out what was happening.

“You’ve been dodging me all week, denying me, denying yourself. Why do you do that? You want me to prove how much I want you? How I’m lost without you?”

Her stomach flipped as he released her hands and dropped off the side of the couch and pulled her bottom half with him. He positioned her so she was on her knees on the carpet with him behind her. Unfortunately, her face landed in the damp spot she’d just made on the cushions.

With a grimace, she straightened. Jesse immediately took advantage of the position to slide his hands beneath her top. He stroked her stomach and gripped her breasts as he gave her body time to adjust to him, to prepare for what was coming. One hand plucked her clit. To her disgust, she rested her head on his shoulder and spread her legs, giving him more access. He obliged while he sucked on her neck.

“Tell me you want this,” he said darkly.

That cut through the sexual haze. Awareness crept back in. She yanked on his arm to get his hand off her breast, but all it got her was a nipple pinch that suffused her with more unwanted heat.

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