Page 36 of Lust
“Tris, I don’t want to play this game anymore,” Sara croaked, placing both palms on my chest to push me away. “Please, stop.”
I would have given up my seat in Senate and the chance to win the presidency rather than stop. Grabbing her hands, I moved them out of the way to once more crush her with my body because, by God, she felt so right. She felt like home. Like comfort. Like warmth.
I came alive, blood thumping in my chest as if it were beating for the first time. And it craved all the unsavory things she wished to deny me.
Her inability to articulate this desire wasn’t enough to stop me from acting on the impulse. Removing one hand from the wrist I had imprisoned, I slowly traced the collarbone with my thumb. Her skin, God, it was warm and soft. So soft. I had forgotten to breathe, focused solely on the delicate skin. I kissed her collarbone, skimming my lips over it.
“Tris!” Sara pushed my shoulders with both hands. “What the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your goddamn mind?”
With a deep inhale, I lifted my head to kiss her.
Sara turned her face, body resonating with perplexity. “Tris, what are you—"
Her words of protest were cut short as my lips found hers. Circling my hands around her back, I dragged her closer, leaving not even the space for air between our two bodies, kissing her fervently, desperately.
I wedged my leg between her thighs, wondering what the hell I was doing.
I hadn’t a clue, only that I had gone mad upon hearing about that cop and somehow needed to solidify what’s between us by any means necessary.
Sara made one more attempt to break free, which I ignored. My hands roamed her back, waist, and hips; I couldn’t stop touching her. A rough tug on her hair made her gasp, and I took full advantage, exploring her mouth hungrily and without bounds. Her taste was invigorating, firing up every one of my nerves until the sensations buzzed through my body.
She protested when my insatiable mouth moved to her neck, behind her ears, only to return to her parted lips, licking to savor the taste of cherry from her lip balm.
“Get off me, you freak!”
Sara shoved against my chest with all her force, but it didn’t make a difference. Her hateful eyes gleamed with shock and revulsion.
“Are you really that hell-bent on revenge that you’d kiss your own sister just to make a point? You have stooped to a new low,” she hissed, careful to keep her voice low because who wanted to scream from the roof of their house that their brother was kissing them?
Sara continued to hurl all types of profanities at me. It was difficult to concentrate when she was so warm and inviting. Consuming.
My mouth covered hers again, this time more urgently. I trapped her hands between our chests, her body molding perfectly into my hold. My groin ground against her in rhythmic motion, separated by her panties under that dress and my slacks. They were so thin that I could outline the flesh underneath her panties. My bulge rubbed against her to create the perfect tempo to complement the mouthwatering kisses.
And God, that Jasmine scent—what was she doing to me?
I groaned, shaking in a last-ditch effort to maintain control before giving up any attempts to rectify the situation. That incessant voice kept whispering,take, take, take.
Fuck it.
Life was too hard, but everything was right in Sara’s arms, though her arms weren’t around my neck nor my waist. They had gone limp at her sides, not the sign of a woman in the throes of passion.
It was challenging to focus on that tidbit while my body was on fire with a need so primal that it’d be unnatural to let the call go unanswered. I didn’t have a choice in the matter; I didn’t. I had to continue even when Sara restarted her efforts to wiggle out of my grip.
“I don’t know why you are doing this, but enough,” she rasped between broken kisses, body squirming violently to escape. “Whatever your play is, you win. Now get off me.”
I was in a trance. The wild beats of my heart nearly broke my rib cage open. The desire was sadistically demanding. My body trembled with an urgency to suppress them, but it was as if I had lost all control. I tilted my head to suck on her neck, my thumb resting on her racing pulse. Her skin tasted salty-sweet, setting my insides ablaze.
At that moment, I lost all control and entirely succumbed to the demon residing inside me.
I sucked on her neck desperately, the skin there wet from my tongue. She was driving me mad with her taste and her smell. If there were a way to transport both, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so.
“You are sick.” The revulsion in her high-pitched voice rose with every passing minute.
Sara wasn’t concerned with the other residents of this home anymore. She was disturbed, traumatized, and unable to comprehend. A desperate plea was forming to escape her situation.
“Tristan, stop. You don’t mean to do this… something’s wrong with you… please, Tris.”
I was drowning in her scent, grabbing at her frantically even while she resisted. I squeezed her soft breasts, thumb moving restlessly over her nipple. It gradually peaked, her heart beating uncontrollably under my palm.
