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My stepsister.

Mine.

I lick my lips. A dark smile pries them apart before I push her knees open further.

“Slut,” I repeat.

“Dickhead,” she throws back.

The unrelenting voice in my head disappears entirely as I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The first swipe of my tongue against her pussy is both pure agony and pure ecstasy.

The sounds of pleasure coming from her lips?—

I’m undone.

The things I feel for her right now…I’m past trying to figure out why.

I growl against her, massaging my lips and my tongue to her folds while she curses me, and loving every moment of it.

I thrust my tongue inside her tight little channel, feeling the way she tenses around me, her hands in my hair but not to push me away.

To pull me closer.

Chapter 22

Gilli

Soren’s head is between my legs, his golden hair bobbing with every movement of his tongue.

Soren.

Who hates me.

Who’s made no show of camouflaging his disdain for me, and now has his tongue inside me and his beard tickling my thighs. He thrusts his tongue up further before withdrawing and curling it around my clit, moaning with the movement.

He sucks me between his lips so hard I lose my breath and stars dance in front of my eyes.

Holy shit, my stepbrother is devouring my pussy and I’m not stopping him. I twist my hips up while he tastes me, my body moving on its own, to get closer.

A groan escapes and I’m burning alive. Reaching for him. Reveling in the silkiness of his hair against my palms in contrast to the rough grind of his beard on my sensitive skin.

His hot breath has me tensing up, the nerves and the pleasure mingling.

My voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to come.”

He pushes his tongue into my core again and again before he looks up at me, our gazes locking. “You’re going tocome, Gilli, like a good girl. And I’m going to taste you through it. I want to swallow you down.”

I’m too nervous, though. Too in my head because this is Soren and he’s licking me like I’m the best ice cream he’s ever had.

But I want him. I want him to take me and mark me. There is nothing gentle about him.

I’m done with gentle. I’m done with being agood girl.

Or maybe I’m done with beingme.

He splays his hand over my stomach and pushes me down before twirling his tongue over my clit. Pushing me toward climax the way he’s pushed me since I got here.

My fingers clench in his hair. “Yes, yes.”

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