Page 541 of Hell Hath No Fury
DORIAN & CLEMENTINE
THE THROWAWAYS BOOK 2
KL DONN
PROLOGUE
Dorian
“Sweet fucking Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?” I hiss at the girl in front of me as she stands naked, dripping wet from a shower she just walked out of.
“Please, don’t act like you haven’t seen it before,” she sasses back as she walks to her room.
“That’s not the fucking point.” What I wouldn’t give to follow after her, lick the water dripping off her perky tits. Suck it off those large, dusty pink nipples.
“Whatisthe point then, Uncle Dorian?” She’s playing with fucking fire.
“Not your uncle.” It’s what I keep telling myself so I can get through these visits, since my little sister, Kelly, recently married Clementine’s father.
Clem just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and she has made no bones about the fact that she wants me to fuck her hard and dirty. We’ve met a total of four times.
Once at the rehearsal dinner.
On the wedding day.
A month ago, where she pulled a stunt just like this one, only she had zero shame and bent over in front of me, showing off her round ass and that beautiful puckered little asshole of hers that I can’t get out of my head.
And now today. Where she’s naked. Again.
And we’re alone in the fucking house.
I’m so fucking screwed.
“Doesn’t it feel a little like you are, though?” She turns, showing me every sexy curve and a freshly shaved pussy that is wet for other reasons than it should be.
“Can’t fuck my niece,” I groan out. I didn’t mean to say that aloud. I’m at war with myself over whether to acknowledge our relationship or not. She’s not my niece, but she’s my sister’s stepdaughter, and I’m constantly contradicting myself. Trying to convince myself one way or the other that I shouldn’t feel shame at being attracted to her because we aren’t blood-related, but then admonishing myself that nothing can happen because of Kelly and Aaron. It’s a no-win.
Clem doesn’t miss a fucking beat, either. A slow, calculated smile graces her as she saunters towards me, her tits jiggling with each step until there’s no space left between us.
“So, you do plan to?” Her hand lays gently on my chest, slowly gliding down to the belt in my jeans.
“No.” My will must be stronger than my needs, my desires. I have to resist. “Don’t do that,” I warn, my voice a growl. Clenching my fists, I resist the urge to touch her, throw her against the wall and fuck her until she begs me to stop.
Barely.
“I don’t think of you as family, you know.” Her delicate fingers pull the leather of my belt from my jeans. The sound vibrates around us. “I love Kelly, but more like a friend. My best friend. And you’re just her big brother.” The fucking taunting is going to break me.
“Why do you keep calling me uncle then?” My jaw is locked tighter than Fort Knox.
“It’s a little dirty, a little kinky, and reminds me that if you do remain firm in your rejection of me that it’s not my fault. Despite the evidence that you want me, you’re a noble man, Dorian Wagner.”
Fuck. Fucking Christ.She can play me like nobody else ever has. Because now all I can think of doing is tossing her on a bed and rutting inside her like a wild beast.
“Clementine,” I snarl her name. She keeps ignoring me. Grasping a chunk of her hair, I yank her head back so she’s forced to look up at me. Backing her into the wall, I press my body as firmly to her as I dare, appreciating her rapidly beating heart, her sensual curves, and her hands on my sides, clutching my shirt.
“Listen to me, to the words I’m about to fucking say.” She nods and licks her lips. My eyes instinctually follow the move, and I moan, my dick throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside her. “You are too fucking young.Too young.” Damn, how I wish she weren’t.
Her mouth opens to protest, and I cover it with a hand, shaking my head. I can’t handle her expressing how much she wants me anymore.
