~LANA-
“What are you doing?” I demand, shoving Apollo away from me. “You don’t want to be with me, yet you can’t stand the thought of another man being with me either. But somehow, you think it’s okay to call me your woman?”
He looks conflicted and replies, “I don’t think any of this is okay.”
I narrow my eyes and glance back at the restaurant, disbelief swirling inside me. How could he not see the double standards? I was done with it.
Before I can protest, he grips my waist and hoists me over his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I shout. “This is my life! You can’t just stop me from dating!”
It’s as if he’s completely lost it; he opens the car door and tosses me inside. As I prepare to speak up, he slides into the seat next to me.
My eyes widen as he locks the doors.
“Have you lost your mind?” I demand, trying to gauge his sanity.
His eyes are intense, and I can see his chest heaving as if he’s struggling to contain his emotions over my actions.
“Yes.” He growls. “You make me lose my mind, Lana. Do you know how long I’ve been fucking trying to keep my hands off you? Do you know how difficult
that is?”
My lips part slightly, caught off guard by that disclosure. Just how long had he been trying? Days, months, or even years?
“No.” I snap. “Because all I ever see you do is sleep around with random girls every week. Why would I ever believe that you were trying to keep your
hands off me this entire time?”
He winced at my question. I was only speaking the truth. For as long as I knew my step–brother, sleeping around with girls is how he spends the majority of his days.
“The fact that I haven’t touched you in ways I have been craving for the past few years should tell you that I’m speaking the truth.” He growls.
How could that be enough to persuade me?
I roll my eyes, “And I’m really supposed to believe that?” I ask, skeptical. “Maybe that would work on one of those girls you like to be with on a weekday, but it cannot work on me.”
There was no evidence to support his claims. I wasn’t about to buy into his lies or fall for his blatant attempt to keep me from heading back to my date.
I don’t have time to prepare as he grabs me and pulls me on top of him. I gasp as I feel him beneath me.
His hands slowly slide up my thighs, “keeping my hands away from you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Believe ifte when I say that.”
Why was he messing with me? He had so many women at his fingertips all these years, not to mention a whole possible bric waiting for him back in his
hometown.
So then why would I believe he’s been waiting this long to have his hands on me?
“You don’t mean that.” I whisper, already breathless from just one simple touch.
His dick stirs under me and I gasp.
“Every night I dream of your body.” He growls against my ear. “I dream of your taste, and wake up in fucking pain knowing that you are in another room so close to me, and yet I cannot dare lay a finger on you. Do you even know how many times I wanted to barge through that door and bury my tongue in
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your pussy?”
My eyes are wide. And my body reacts in ways I cannot even begin to explain.
“Right now, I would love to bury my nose in your softness, I want to feel it squeezing my fingers as well as…” he groans. “Fuck Lana. I know I shouldn’t be saying these things to you. I promised myself to keep away for your own good but it feels as though I have been failing miserably.”
Why would he promise himself to stay away from me? I didn’t understand any of this. If he’s wanted me this badly all along, what was keeping us apart?
“Then touch me,” I whisper. “Touch me anywhere that you desire. I will not stop you.”
He inhales sharply at my words, “No,” he growls. “Don’t give me permission, Lana; it will only make things worse. The only reason I’ve managed to stay away this long is that I knew all along that you hated my guts.”
“But-,”
“Dont say it.” He warns me. “There is only so much I can do to stop myself but the second you agree to let me continue, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to stop.”
He doesn’t realize that I do not want him to stop. He doesn’t realize just how much I crave for his touch also.
“Touch me.” I whisper. “Please.”
I couldn’t believe I was practically begging him to continue. How did we even reach to this point? I was pulling away from him just a few minutes ago, insisting that he let me go. Now, somehow, I was begging him to touch me while my fake date waited in the restaurant for me to return. He wasn’t the only one, my sister was surely waiting to rub it in my face that she was right about everything.
Despite knowing this, I cannot pull away from my mate. I’m holding him tighter, pushing us closer together.
Apollo buries his face in my neck and I do not have the chance to breathe as he slowly grazes his fingers over my panties. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. He wasn’t even doing much, his touches were so light yet it felt stronger than ever.
“Please,” I beg. I knew I wanted more than this. I could tell that he was holding back but I didn’t want him to.
I can feel his warm, shaky breath against my neck as he slowly pushes my panties to the side so that he can get access to me.
I gasp when his finger finally touches my opening without anything blocking his access. I felt an instant surge of wetness down there and it doesn’t go unnoticed by my step–brother. His breath hitches and I know just how hard he’s trying not to rush this.
“You make this feel like my first time.” He growls. “I–FUCK!” He says when I push forward a little so that his finger inches into me.
I cry out at the contact.
Oh.
This feels…
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