Page 11 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

She leans her body back and continues grinding on me, her tits bouncing with each movement of her hips, and I let her have her way with me until she’s ready for me to take over.

Etta opens her eyes and pushes herself back against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and biting my lower lip.

I get a firm grip on her, hands clasped under her soft, plump ass, and begin to thrust into her.

Etta’s moans are glorious.

The way her eyes flutter help the pain I’ve been feeling dull to a bare minimum, and the way her pussy grips my cock, attempting to milk the cum out of me, is the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

Which is why I’ll always put myself in danger to keep her high.

I know that I’ll never experience a love like this with anyone else.

So, for tonight, I’ll fuck my sister senseless to let her know that I love her more than anything in this world.

In the morning, when her head is on a little straighter, I’ll ask her if she wants to go hunting with me.

Etta Westbrook has always been damn good at making me feel like a man, but she’s always been even better at getting revenge.

And even though we haven’t hunted since she’s lost herself to her addiction, I’m sure that once I tell her the real reason I wasbleeding, it will be enough of a high to keep her ever needing anything but me ever again.

Hellraiser

BLURB

She left a year after she graduated from high school.

She told us that needed to find herself.

Far away from her family where no one would be able to help her decide what to do with her life.

I waited patiently, hoping for the day I would see her again.

And when she came back, she was different.

She wasn’t the girl that I remembered, she was someone else entirely.

Pure.

Soft-spoken.

Chaste.

Ready to join a legion of holy rollers and forget all about the life she left behind.

But I never really did forget how just looking at her made me feel.

And once I start something, I always see it through to the end.

Prologue

Ido my best to keep my breathing steady.

Sneaking into her apartment after she’s gone to sleep has become one of my favorite pastimes.

For the first few weeks, since she’s been back home in Cape May, I’ve practiced the skill.

I’ve turned it into an art.

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