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I smile, pulling it out and it makes her slump. Using the arousal soaking her pussy, I massage the tip of the toy up towards her clit. I lock my gaze on her while she glowers but her mouth parts when I hit the exact spot she needs and her eyes roll back. “Only for me,” I growl, shoving two fingers inside her soaked cunt. Her walls grip me, and she finally moans out loud, allowing herself to enjoy the pleasure I’m giving her without restrictions.

The sound slides over my ears like warm honey and makes my dick twitch. The urge to bury myself inside her is holding me like a vice but doing it right now would be no fun because I need her to surrender herself to me again. When we fuck again, it’s going to be because she can no longer stand it. She’ll be begging me.

She snarls, her hands flying into my hair, and pulling at the roots. It causes a delicious sting in my scalp and urges me to pick up speed at which my digits work inside her. Tasting her the other day in the hall did nothing to sate my incessant hunger for her, it only made me crave her more. Which is unlucky for her, because if she thought that there was any chance I was going to stay away from her, it’s long gone now. She tasted like mine, just as she always was.

“Look how wet your cunt is for your stepbrother.”

Her pupils are blown wide, much like mine, but for a completely different reason now. Hearing her moaning and panting just from touching her is more than what drugs could ever do to me. It’s an authentic sort of euphoria.

“Stop—” she starts, but a whimper cuts her off as her eyes shut, head plunges to the pillow, and her hands fist my hair tighter.

Maybe I am a little fucked up for referring to us that way but fuck I can’t help it. It’s taboo as fuck, and that excites me. And we’re not related. Me and Jordie were born to be lovers, not siblings. And not to mention, it riles her up more to hate me, it means she still feels something for me. And that, I can’t let go.

Every muscle in my body tenses with each murmur, pant, thrust of my fingers, and vibration, and I feel like a ticking bomb waiting to combust.

“Kain,” she moans.

Kain. Not viper.

One of her hands grips my chin and forces me to look at her, which I gladly do so. Her glazed eyes, parted mouth and contorted eyebrows send a warm feeling through my chest. It’s the first time she’s looking at me with something other than… hate.

“Yeah?” I breathe, my arm verging on cramping with each pump.

I need to free my cock. Need to bury myself inside my love.

Her nails dig into my cheeks painfully, her lips pressing into a thin line as she mewls.

“I hate you.” Her voice is but a pathetic whisper through her clenched teeth.

“Yeah?” The corner of my mouth curves. “You’re still gonna come for your stepbrother, though.”

I rip the vibrator away, replacing it with my tongue and groan when I lap at her, the addicting taste of her exploding in my mouth. The bar of my piercing rolls around my tongue as I put it onto her clit.

“Yeah, I am.”

Her walls clench around my fingers and I press harder into her clit, viciously pumping my fingers into her like my life depends on it. Her body convulses around my digits, and I might just fucking come in my jeans again from the way she moans my name. Not viper.

I slow my thrusts and close my mouth around her clit, sucking and letting her ride out her orgasm on my face. Watching her come makes the veins in my cock pulse with need. I yank my fingers out and fumble with the button of my jeans, freeing my cock and gripping it tightly.

She slumps to the bed as I lift off her, completely spent.

But I’m not done with her yet. I will never be done with her.

I spread her juices over my cock, fingers gliding along the thick veins.

“What are you doing?” she asks, out of breath.

Slowly coming down from her high, her eyes return to the usual hateful look. Suddenly, her palm connects with my face and I relish in the pain it provides. “Dick.”

I kneel over her, stroking my painful erection I’ve been sporting, and grin.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she warns.

I yank her skirt up, simultaneously dragging her down the bed. She still looks like she hasn’t come to with her blown pupils and the way she lets me manhandle her like a ragdoll. Something she would never let me do.

I twist her onto her stomach, then I grip her thighs and bring her ass in line with my cock. I slide myself along her wet slit, keeping a pathetic whimper in my throat. I’m fucking aching to be inside her.

Not yet. Not. Yet. She needs to beg me. She needs to want me just as bad.