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I can’t do this anymore. She’s here — right here, talking to me like us fucking isn’t the craziest thing in the world and I’m not strong enough to resist it.
I never really have been.
“You want to know who he is, Atley? Fucking kiss me.”
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My pussy clenches so hard it might permanently stay that way.
Did he just...
My body overheats so suddenly, I forget how to breathe. All those fantasies, all those little clues that I dismissed. It was him all along. That’s why Nightbreed never called or texted when I was here, why he never complained that I was hanging out with other men when he was clearly spying on me.
It explains how Nightbreed got my number, how he knew where I lived, why he wouldn’t tell me his first name. Ronan isn’t exactly common.
Holy shit.
This is wrong and we both know it, but he knew who I was the entire time. He’s fuckedme in every hole I have, bred me in all three, and he’s sitting here in front of me looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him.
Fuck.
After way too many seconds of just staring at him wide-eyed, I whip the blanket off my lap and flip over to straddle his. As his hands find my hips and his fingertips dig in, I start to tremble. This isn’t some stranger in a bathroom or a mask, this is my brother.
“Ro,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“Because I wanted you as long as I could have you. I knew it wasn’t sustainable, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care, especially after I had that first taste. I only made that dumb TikTok to get your attention, and at first, that was as far as I planned it to go. I didn’t tell you, because... I’m selfish. Hit me, yell at me, call me a sick fuck, I don’t care, baby girl. Just say you’ll fucking stay.”
So much about his behavior recently makes sense now. I want to be mad at him for not telling me — for sitting here listening to me pour my heart out to him — but I can’t. I understand why he didn’t, it’s the same reason I never told him my crush returned.
This is wrong.
We’rewrong.
And if one of us brought it up when the other wasn’t receptive, it would ruin everything. So we couldn’t. He couldn’t.
“I love you.” It’s out before I even consciously decide to say it, but it’s true. Clicking all these pieces together confirms it. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Gripping his face with both hands, I kiss him like Nightbreed kissed me the first time. Passionately, desperately, fully.
The way he melts into it confirms everything he’s said. He is Nightbreed. No one has ever or could ever kiss me the way he does. His tongue moves with mine like they were always meant to be one, and the small whimper he releases as he pins me to him harder has me dripping wet in seconds. I’m wet for him, for my step-brother, not just Nightbreed, and somehow the anticipation feels even more delicious than it ever has before.
Never in a million years did I think learning his identity would beat the taboo of anonymous sex, and yet...
“I pictured your face the whole time,” I admit between kisses. “Always yours.”
Groaning, Ronan grinds his hard cock into me. “That makes me happy and jealousat the same time,” he admits back. “Do you know how hard it was to hear you moan a different name?”
I used his name as my fucking safe word.
The realization startles me so much I sit back a little and clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “Oh my god, you were my safeword. I’m so sorry.”
His fingers are still digging into my hips to keep me there as he huffs a laugh. “Don’t be. I got to hear you moan it once thanks to that. I thought that was all I’d ever have.”
That changes the context of what happened so thoroughly, I’m almost a little disappointed. Almost. “Oh, so you didn’t want to think you were taking me against my will, huh?”
The sideways smirk he offers makes me clench. “I plead the fifth on whether that made me come harder or not.”
I hope it did. “I’m just saying, maybe we could play around with that again in the future. I guess I need a new safeword.”
