Page 18 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

I blow out my breath as I pull up the hood of my sleeveless jacket.

Even though I know there’s no way to do this without at least one or two people seeing me, it’s not the strangers that I’m trying to hide from.

Honestly, it’s not Monroe either.

My parents would be plenty pissed off if they ever knew that I was going over to Monroe’s.

Not that they know what I do to her, or rather, what Iwantto do to her, but because they had already placed us in our own separate castes after she moved in.

Monroe Barclay. Chaste, pure, innocent, able to make something of herself.

River Dawson. Used, wild child, immoral, never amounting to anything other than just working at some small, privately owned garage in town.

I think my parents also have their suspicions about my tastes,but they don’t know just how deep myperversionsrun.

And until I saw her again, until I remembered how she made me feel when she finally came back to Cape May no matter how hard I tried to fucking forget, I didn’t either.

Chapter

Four

I’m standing inside the doorway of her bedroom, arms crossed, leaning against the sturdy wood, watching her sleep.

The curve of her body is a prominent outline even in the semi-dark, and the way it moves gently with her steady inhaling and exhaling makes me smile.

I know that I can do anything I want to her because she’s a heavy sleeper, but for some reason, watching her seems to be good enough.

For now.

I inhale as quiet a breath as I can, finding contentment in watching her, thoughts of Zeni’s cunt taking her place not a few hours before.

And it makes me wonder if she’d hate me for it.

For daring to taste, tease, and own a pussy that wasn’t hers.

Running a hand over my mouth, I push away from the entrance to her bedroom and finish making my way toward her bed.

I walk around and take a seat in a small chair she has near her balcony doors.

I smile fondly when I see that Monroe’s mouth is slightly open, her hair is partially obscuring her beautiful face, and how oblivious to the fact that she is that I’m here again.

I lean toward the balcony door and push the curtain aside, almost immediately taken aback by the fact that she can see as clearly into my bedroom as I can into hers.

Letting the curtain go, I turn my attention back to my cousin curiously. If she can see into my bedroom, does she see me when I think I’m obscured in the dark, sitting on my bed, viciously fingering myself when I catch her undressing?

Does the moonlight hide my secret from her, or does it expose it?

And if she does see what I’m doing, does she like it?

Thoughtfully, I begin to grind my teeth together. I could always just get the charade over with and wake her up. I could confess what I’ve been doing and hope that she’s either okay with it or wants more.

Of course, what I choose to do for the moment, is continue to hide in the game I’ve squarely placed myself into, making her an unwilling participant, yet again.

Getting to my feet, I pull my jacket over my head, then rest it on the chair. I’m too worried that if I had unzipped it, that it may have been the one thing that would actually wake her up.

I walk around the length of the bed, gently climb in behind Monroe, and ease up as close to her as I can.

Quickly licking the tips of my fingers, I slide them underneath her cami, cautious not to wake her up, then gently grip her soft, right tit in the palm of my hand.

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