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I sigh, turning to face him. “Really?”

He laughs, grabbing me by the throat with one hand and sliding the other in the front of my pants and underwear, pressing a finger against my clit. “You wanna sleep in separate beds because I don’t like a character from a movie?”

I swallow hard, letting him feel my throat flex against his palm as he starts rubbing little circles between my legs. My eyes flare, capturing his gaze, which has turned molten. He moves toward me, putting his face an inch from mine before he speaks again.

“I need to be inside you.”

I feel wetness pool between my legs as he presses his finger harder against my bundle of nerves, making me moan through the hold he has on my throat.

He moves again, teasing me by keeping his mouth a hairsbreadth from mine as he keeps rubbing my clit. “You want your big brother inside of you, Logan?”

My eyes roll back as I bite onto my top lip, holding a moan in the back of my throat as I nod at him.

“I want to tie you up, use your body any fucking way I want,” he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper that radiates through me like fire. “Will you let me?” His eyes flare as they connect with mine.

“Will you let me tie you to my headboard and fuck you into submission?”

His finger moves faster, pushing me further and further into ecstasy. My legs shake, my knees going weak as pleasure washes over me. I moan, the noise vibrating through my throat and into his palm. He loosens his grip. “Answer me, Logan.”

I nod, letting my head drop back a little with the freedom, as his fingers continue to play with me under my pants. “Yes, anything you want, Carson.”

He slides his hand around the back of my head, grabbing my hair and pulling my face back to his. “Say it. Say you’ll let your big brother do whatever he wants to you.”

His teeth grind, making my stomach flutter with need. “I’ll let my big brother do whatever he wants to me.”

“Good girl.” He removes his hand from my pants, and I sigh in protest. “Get upstairs, get your clothes off, and wait for me on my bed.”

I spin without another word, taking the stairs two at a time as I race toward his room, pulling my clothes off one by one as I do.

forty-seven

CARSON

Iwait a minute before I go upstairs, giving Logan the chance to do what I said, and to make her sweat a little. I want her to have a knot in her stomach, want the suspense to climb inside of her and make her clench, wondering when I'll finally come through the doors.

Getting a bottle of water, I drink half of it leisurely at the island in the kitchen with my fist clenched. My cock is a rock in my pants, pulsing and leaking as I keep myself downstairs. I’m torturing myself as much as I’m torturing her, and it’s going to be explosive when I finally fuck her.

I scroll through the notifications on my phone, responding to a few and ignoring the rest, and after ten minutes, I finally start walking slowly toward my girl. Crossing the house, I take my time as I step light on my feet, then climb the stairs one by one and go down the hallway at the same pace.

As I push into my bedroom, I’m pleased to find Logan sitting on the edge of my bed, completely naked. I ignore her, though, closing and locking the door behind me and walking past her to my dresser. I pull open the second drawer, fingering at the many ties I’ve collected over the years before I finally pull a plain black one free and wrap it around my fist.

Turning, I let my gaze collide with hers and take a step forward. Continuing to wrap the tie around my fist playfully, I grin when her eyes ping from my hands to my face a few times. I see the muscles in her toned stomach flex as I near her, and my smile widens when I catch her thighs parting a little more.

Instead of touching her, I keep walking past her to grab my phone from the side table next to my bed. I scroll my playlist, looking for something loud to drown out the screams I plan on pulling from her lungs tonight. Once I’ve clicked on a song, I crank the volume and drop my phone back onto the table.

I turn, climbing onto the bed on my knees. “Come here, Logan.”

She crawls from the end of the bed, her eyes on mine. Once she reaches me, she tries to grab the hem of my t-shirt to remove it, but I pull back, slapping her hand a little. “Lay down.”

“Carson, let me touch you,” she whines, her eyes big as she breathes heavily through parted lips.

“Lay down, Logan.”

She blinks a few times as she stares at me, unable to obey as sass and dominance run through her veins. I hold her stare, my fists tight as I keep myself from touching her.

“Logan,”I warn, unwrapping the tie from my hand and letting it hang loose in the air between us. “Do I need to make you?”

She smirks, shuffling on her knees to the center of the bed, putting her back against the headboard when she finally lies down for me. She parts her thighs, showing me her glistening cunt before she slides a finger through her slit, pulling a moan from her lips.

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