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“No? You say you don’t like a bit of pain?” His hand slides in between my legs, and his thumb swipes up a bit pre-cum from my slit. “Hmm.” I hear him sucking around his digit and letting out another shuddering breath. “Is that all for me?”

“No,” I whimper, and he lets out a laugh.

Blanketing my back with his larger frame, I feel his wet cockhead prompt against my hole, then he slowly slides deeper between my cheeks, heading for my tunnel. Then he grabs meby the shoulders, and languidly pulls me back and into his lap, burying his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. I groan at the sensation, that intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. My ass feels hot against his pelvis, and our thighs connect.

“That’s it,chaton. Clawing and mewling, and way too fucking proud for your own good. Your time of hiding is fucking gone. Now, one last time, what are you going to tell everyone who asks you who’s taking care of you here at college?”

My head falls back onto his shoulder when I close my eyes. Full, I’m feeling so fucking full. I’m drunk on desire, on longing, as the heavy lit of craving is finally shattered to pieces, and its inside wraps around me. Holding close. Obsessive, dominant. Claiming.

“You,” I whisper.

“Hmm.” His hands reach for my hips and he starts grinding them into his lap for more friction. “That’s right. I’m looking out for you. Now, ride your big brother, ride him like the little slut you are.”

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ARTHUR

Régis rolls his hips into my pelvis, the soft, hot skin of his nape brushing against my collarbone as he does so. His long neck is tilted up, beautifully arching as he gazes up at the ceiling, making those messy curls tickle my sensitive flesh.

I’m on fucking fire, cock throbbing inside the most gloriously tight and hottest tunnel I have ever fucked. My little stepbrother’s ass. Dipping my head, I take in the handful of his round, perky ass cheeks, shimmering red by my hand, its tiny hole being invaded by my cock. It’s one hell of a fucking sight.

I did that.

I slapped him, forced those words out of his mouth.

I am his protector, his guide through this darker world.

I am the one he’ll turn to when things get too much.

Not his fucking dad.

Régis’s nails dig into the skin of my thighs as he mewls. My lips trail the delicious curves of his shoulder blades, licking up the delicate lines of the skin right behind his ears. His skin is already glistening with a delicate layer of sweat, and its salty flavor mixed with that faint tease of eucalyptus and burnedwood is intoxicating. I could clean his entire body with my mouth—lap up every single scent that is Régis.

He has left me fucking furious over the past days. For not coming back to me, even though I practically begged for it, for not needing more.

“I would have given you all,” I rasp. Instead he avoided me like the stubborn fuck he is. Hiding in the library before dawn or in the fucking forest at sunset, making me feel conflicted as hell. I can’t afford to be seen as anything less than strong. Not at college, and not with our brothers. I am the head of our family, the future leader of the Deverauxs. I shouldn’t be dictated to by my little stepbrother, that little deviant who now moans raggedly while his ass keeps rolling, keeping my dick deeply buried inside his tight heat. But I believe that we have passed that phase. He’s…fuck, he’s been messing with my mind for way too long. I can’t bear the thought of him hiding from me, of hiding his feelings from the world. His nails dig a little deeper into my flesh, tearing open my skin, making me wince at the exquisite sting. I watch my blood trickle down where it intermingles with Régis’s flushed ass.

“Fuck, there’s a good boy,” I breath against the delicate dip under his ear, painting him with soft, open kisses. “Fuck yourself on my big dick. Get yourself off.”

“Ugh—” Régis whimpers in reply, keeping his rhythm steady. More sweat leaks from his temple, where I eagerly lap it up, humming as I do so.

“Feels good?”

He doesn’t reply, just keeps on grinding into my lap, breathing hard as he does so. When I crawl my hand around his tapered waist and touch his smooth stomach, I feel his muscles ripple under my touch.

“God,chaton, you’re working so hard for me. Look at that. Taking my dick so well.” He replies with an animalistic howl and his nails dig sharper into my skin. My fingers trace the lineof his hard, strained cock, teasing the smooth flesh until I reach his balls. Velvety soft and so sensitive, judging by the way his wails become more urgent. He’s close. Grabbing his hands, I yank them behind my neck, pulling him impossibly close. He lets me, for once unguarded and too slow to tense and rage, and push him face first onto the bed. I wish I could see his face, catch sight of those gorgeous blue eyes. So wide and innocent. Régis doesn’t know how sweet he looks, how enticing his soft masculine features appeal to predators like me. With his hands immobilized, he falls onto the bed like a rag dog, ready for the taking.

And I fucking take.

One hand is around his cock, teasing his wet slit with my thumb while I pound urgently into his ass. I need this release so badly. After our first time together, and Régis’s first time, I’d half expected him to come and search for me. Once again, I seemed to have underestimated the level of stubbornness my little stepbrother has.

“Please,” he chokes, and his hips sluggishly move into my hand. I let out a chuckle, knowing that he hates it when I do that.

“Please, what, little slut? You need to come, hmm?”

“I, fuck—” He gives me another jerky roll of his lips, then moans.

“Tell me what you want.”

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