Page 67 of The Forbidden
Anais screams into my chest, biting down so hard I wince. “That’s it, Brat. Mark me, so I never forget this moment.”
She looks at me with glistening eyes. And I must be a sick bastard, because that only makes my cock turn to steel.
“I feel so full,” she breathes, wiggling. “But it feels good.”
I lower my head, licking up the tears staining her cheeks, before pressing kisses to her lips.
“Feels fucking amazing,” I tell her honestly, voice filled with awe.
Her eyes flash triumphantly. “Careful, Evan. Keep this up, and you’ll be the one asking me to be your girlfriend.” She teases, her fire returning. Her bottom lip pushes out into a playful pout. “I hate to tell you this, but I don’t do boyfriends,” she mocks, throwing my earlier words back at me.
I growl, thrusting harder. I hit a part deep inside her, and her smile falls. “Shut it, Brat.” I pump into her slowly, feeling every inch of her tight walls. “And open your damn eyes.”
They snap open, and I’m caught in her lilac gaze. Anais tightens her hold on my neck, pulling me down and smashing her lips to mine as her body finally relaxes. I thrust into her, my movements turning animalistic. I can’t getefuckingnoughof her and that’s a huge problem. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, to get her out of my system. Yet, as her pussy squeezes the very essence out of my dick, I realize how delusional I was to think one time could ever be enough.
“Evan,” she gasps.
With one hand, I reach down, circling her clit. She tightens even more, her walls squeezing me as her whole body tenses beneath me. But I don’t let up. I thrust into her, raw and feral. Anais climaxes, her scream muffled against my mouth, her pussy pulsing around me, drawing out my own release.
My movements falter, and with one last deep thrust, I come harder than I ever have before, coating her insides and claiming her as mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, my whole body vibrating with the intensity of my orgasm.
Pulling out of her, I roll to the side, careful not to crush her. Anais lies still, and if not for the rise and fall of her chest, or the little bursts of air escaping her lips, I might’ve thought she was dead.
“Wow,” she murmurs, her voice filled with wonder.
Rolling my neck, I glance at her. “That good, huh?”
“That good,” she agrees, a wide smile spreading across her lips.
I smirk. “Careful, Brat, a small taste of good dick and you might just fall in love with me.”
Anais freezes. Her smile falters. I search her face, feeling my jaw tightening when I read the truth in her eyes. Fuck. I knew this was a bad idea.
It only gets worse, when I reach down to remove the condom and realize I’m bare. I push up into a sitting position, staring down at my unprotected cock. What the fuck? I’ve never, and I mean never, gone without a condom. Even with Valentina, I always used protection. I’ve never been so out of my mind with lust that I’ve forgotten to wrap it up. Anais achieving that? Well, it’s a massive red flag.
As if she senses my distress, Anais reaches over, grabbing my bicep. I glance over at her.
“What’s wrong?” She asks softly, and I hate the way her voice seems to calm me.
“We didn’t use a condom.” I say flatly.
Her brows furrow, and as if it just hit her, she glances down between her legs. Her cheeks turn beet red when she notices the blood and cum smeared on her thighs. She nibbles her bottom lip, clearly weighing her options. “I-I’m on birth control. And I’m clean,” she laughs nervously. “As you know, it was my first time.”
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I push to a stand, panic tightening my chest. “I’m clean, Anais. I’ve never fucked without protection.” I tell her, my voice tight. “But it was still irresponsible. Jesus, you’re Harrison’s little sister. Not only did I take your virginity, I fucked you bare.” I start dressing, my skin itching with the need to get out of here. “Get dressed,” I command her.
Anais glares at me. “There you go, running away again.” She shakes her head, expression resolute as if she expected this. “I think I’d like to clean up first. But why don’t you leave, Evan. I know where I stand. You were upfront before you stuckyour dick in me. No girlfriends. I get it. I don’t expect post coital spooning.” Her voice is cold, and I hate it.
I want to go to her, cuddle her,spoonher, to give her everything she wants. But the panic gripping me stops me. I need to collect my thoughts, process what just happened.
I need space.
I close the distance between us, cupping her face, and brushing my lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. As much as I wish things were different, as much as I want to give Anais everything she desires, I just can’t. The thought alone scares the shit out of me.
Sure, I was with Valentina for over two years, but it was different. I was monogamous on my side, but now I see how cold, almost transactional, our relationship was. And even more so after being with Anais. I thought I loved Valentina. But we never cuddled. We fucked, and then we slept if we were in bed.
A little voice in my head screams, that I’m projecting my relationship issues onto Anais. And I shouldn’t. Anais is not Valentina, and I shouldn’t treat her as if she is.
