Drown in You, page 15
His mouth comes down on my peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I gasp, arching into him.
The shock of his unexpected touch, the anticipation from not knowing where or when the next brush of contact will come, makes it that much sweeter, makes the pleasure pump harder through my veins.
He cranks up the pressure on the vibrator until it’s pulsing hard on my clit, electric bursts zapping me down to my toes and up to my scalp.
“Luke!” I mean his name to come out like a warning, but he must take it as encouragement because he presses the silicone harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves. My heels dig into the mattress of their own accord, trying to get away from him.
“Stop trying to escape me, Sienna. You never will.” His mouth crashes down onto my nipple, sucking it as deep as he can into his mouth, abusing it far worse than the other. I cry out, writhing beneath him. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
My pussy pulses, arousal pooling and threatening to spill down to the sheet beneath my ass. Overwhelming pleasure makes my eyes sting, and I can’t bite back the moans that leave my throat unbidden.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, barely audible above the depraved drone of the toy. “Come for me.”
Against my ribcage, my heart thumps wildly. I can’t hold back my orgasm even if I wanted to. That crest of pleasure barrels toward me like a runaway train.
Fireworks explode in my head as my pussy pulses, clit throbbing beneath the unrelenting pressure of the vibrator. I claw at my restraints, struggling to get away from the overwhelming sensation between my legs, but Luke doesn’t relent. He keeps the vibrator glued to me, still cranked to one of the highest settings.
“Stop!” I pant, tears pooling. The stimulation is too much. I can’t take any more.
His finger dips down to swirl in my arousal, but he doesn’t remove the vibrator. “You’re the only one who can stop this.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m aching to be filled, to feel him stretching me and thrusting into me over and over while he keeps that vibrator on my clit until I’m coming with his cock inside me.
But I can’t give in to him. I can’t. I may be willing to give him my body, but not my heart.
He tsks at my silence, at the absence of the words he longs to hear but I can’t say to him. “We’ll have to give you another then. And another. And another.”
Anticipation and panic mix. How many orgasms is Luke going to force on me before he lets me leave this room? How many will my body be able to handle before my heart explodes? It already feels like I just swam ten laps.
With a soft click, he cranks the vibrator to the highest setting.
A scream rips from my throat, back arching as my still-sensitive clit gets pulverized by the vibrator. No amount of thrashing against my restraints helps. Luke tugs the jersey down off my face before pinning my hip to the mattress, forcing me to take the pulsing vibrator against my clit with legs spread wide.
I whimper, tears spilling down my face as the second orgasm rockets through me, wringing every remaining ounce of energy from my limbs.
This time, Luke lowers the pressure from the vibrator as I come back down, heart pounding. Relief settles in my bones. Maybe this sweet torment is over.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He dips the silicone down, pressing it against my entrance. Playing with me.
I try not to preen at the praise.
He positions the vibrator so it rests on me when he lets go and backs away. Panic constricts around every muscle. “Where are you going?”
No response comes as he digs through his drawer again. This time pulling out a mask and covering his face. My heart skips.
Next, he finds a lighter and flicks it with his thumb, a flame springing to life. In the darkness, shadows play across his mask. He lights candles around the room.
“Very romantic.” I try to force sarcasm to drip from my words, even as my chest squeezes.
When he’s finished, the room fills with a sweet jasmine scent, and goosebumps prick up along my exposed skin. The scent I told Ten was my favorite.
Luke searches through my clothes on the floor until he finds what he’s looking for. The disposable camera he gave me.
“What are you doing?”
He holds the camera above me and snaps a photo.
“Luke!” I fight against my restraints. “Delete that!”
I don’t have to see his mouth beneath the mask to know he’s smirking. “Relax. No one will see it but me.”
He ditches the camera on his bedside table and grabs the vibrator again, swirling it in the mess between my legs. I whimper. “Please.”
But I’m not sure what I’m begging for anymore. Him to stop and release me, or to keep going and give me release.
“Is this what you imagined with Ten? That he’d still be wearing a mask when you finally met and make you come over and over again?”
“N-no.” Every inch of me is wound tight. I don’t know what answer he wants to hear—the truth or a lie.
He smacks the vibrator against my clit and I cry out, jerking hard. My muscles are already aching. “Don’t lie, Sienna.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “That’s what I imagined.”
What if my doubts were wrong? What if Luke really is Ten? That would explain the intensity in the way he watches me, his insistence that we’re meant to be even though we hardly know each other. Because maybe we actually know each other better than anyone else does.
But why wouldn’t he tell me? Why would he allow me to think Ten ghosted me? If he actually is Ten, he’s an asshole for not telling me sooner, for letting me think my friend abandoned me.
Yet part of me still hopes he is. That the masked man who’s been my friend for years is also the hockey goalie who can’t get enough of me.
Luke glides the vibrator up my pussy slowly, and I brace for the impact against my swollen, overly sensitive clit. “Forget about Ten. Forget about every other man before you met me. Because I’m the only one who will ever do this to you. The only man who will ever make you feel this way.”
Forget about Ten. Maybe they’re not the same person. Because Ten would never want me to forget our friendship. He would know I’d never be able to forget him, and even if our friendship is over, I would never want to.
When I left Wakefield to come here, this isn’t at all how I expected things to turn out. I didn’t dare hope my new stepfamily would want anything to do with me, let alone . . . this.
This fucked-up, twisted, taboo affair between me and my stepbrother.
My eyelids are heavy, ready to fall shut when the vibrator finally reaches my clit and every muscle in my body goes rigid as the pleasure radiates through me.
“Ready for another, sweetheart?”
Chapter 16
Luke
Watching Sienna come is like watching the sun rise and shine down on you. Her breaths become increasingly shallow, she bites her bottom lip like she stands any chance at holding it back, and her chest flushes. When the orgasm finally barrels through her, her back arches and she cries out, music to my ears.
By the fifth orgasm, she’s a wet, trembling mess. Thighs shaking violently, legs and arms limp, cheeks streaked with makeup, eyes red-rimmed. So fucking beautiful.
She’s more resilient than I expected. Even after two a.m., she doesn’t give in.
Her silence crushes me. She’d rather take this for hours than be mine. No matter how perfect we are for each other, she doesn’t want me.
Would she have already given in if she knew who I really am? But I already know exactly how that confession would go—she’d leave me and never look back.
Finally, I let her up to pee. She waddles into the bathroom, simultaneously pale and flushed, eyelids droopy with exhaustion and hair a tangled mess. This is my favorite version of her. Not done up like a doll—fucked up like my own personal plaything.
This is the tip of the iceberg. That night in the hotel room was only the beginning. She’ll never know how much better it can be between us if she refuses to ever give us a chance.
When she shuffles back, bleary-eyed, she bends slowly to grab for her jeans.
“Not a chance.” I scoop her up and drop her onto the mattress between me and the wall, draping an arm over her. “You’re not going anywhere. I get you all weekend.”
She stiffens. “Luke,” she whines. “I can’t take any more.”
I smile and flip her onto her side before pulling her against me and tucking the blanket around us. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll let you get some sleep.” Briefly, she relaxes until I add, “You’ll take it in the morning.”
She’s too drained to protest, and even though my balls are aching to come after watching her writhe and cry out in ecstasy for hours, we both fall asleep in minutes.
When I wake up, she’s still sound asleep beside me. A huge grin stretches across my face. I slept like a damn baby, and so did she. I want her in my arms every night. My perfect girl.
Silently, I climb out of bed. Just in case, I toss her clothes in the closet where she won’t find them and head for the kitchen. She’ll need sustenance.
By the time the eggs are fried and the bacon is burning, a door squeaks open and Knox shuffles out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He gives a groggy chuckle when he spots me. “Who’s the girl you had screaming in your room last night? Please tell me it was your stepsister.”
Shit. I figured with the music blasting, none of them would overhear us. “Don’t know. Forgot her name.”
He gives me a wry smile. “But you’re making her breakfast?”
“Gotta keep her energy up.”
That makes him laugh. “My favorite kind of puck bunny. What happened to Sienna?”
“Went back to her dorm last night after she cleaned up my room.”
“Tell her she can come clean my room next. I’ll keep her busy all night long.”
“No-sister rule,” I remind him and toss him a few strips of burnt bacon to buy his silence. He scarfs them before digging in the cupboard for cereal.
Even if he knew it was Sienna in my room, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Until she showed up and he opened his big mouth to tease her for it. Then she’d murder me.
Sienna stirs once I open the door and lock it behind me. I hand her the plate and fork, and she sits up to take it with a sweet smile. God, I love being the one to put that smile on her face. “Thanks.”
She’s still in my jersey, her messy brown hair falling over the fabric. This is how I want her in my room always. In my jersey or naked whenever we’re alone.
She yawns. “I didn’t have any nightmares last night.”
“Do you usually have nightmares?”
Her eyes drop to her plate, realizing she’s confessed too much. She pops a piece of bacon in her mouth. “Usually. It’s not a big deal.”
She’s never told me about nightmares, not even as Ten. Her silence is pissing me off. Doesn’t she realize how much I love her? That I would do anything for her? She doesn’t have to hide shit from me.
Whatever horrors plague her mind each night, I guarantee they have something to do with whatever asshole she ran from to come here. The same asshole who sent her that text.
I sit beside her on the bed, needing to be close to her warmth again. “I didn’t have any either.”
For the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully through the night. I don’t remember a single dream. All I remember is the soft warmth of Sienna in my arms.
She lifts a brow, her nose nearly brushing my skin as she turns to face me. “What do you have nightmares about?”
What the hell have I already told her? As Ten, I admitted to nightmares about Pop’s death. The air around us grows heavy with her suspicion. I rest a hand on her bare thigh and rub my thumb along her soft skin. “Losing you.”
Not the whole truth, but not a lie. Losing Sienna is my biggest fear.
Her eyes soften. “Because you lost your dad. And Chloe.”
I nod. “I don’t want to lose you too.”
She bites her lip and silence falls between us as she returns her full attention to her plate. Because she can’t promise that I won’t.
In the library, Wes flirts with Violet behind the circulation desk. Sienna sits at a table with Juliet while a few puck bunnies swarm our table. One on Knox’s lap, two fighting over a seat on Damien’s, and one perched on the table in front of Finn with her legs practically spread open for his viewing pleasure. I already pushed away the blonde fawning over my lap, hence the fight over Damien.
Even though I know she wouldn’t dare, I want to leave the spot open for Sienna.
I’ve tried to give her space since the Devils kidnapped her. From the shadows, anyway. Lurking where she won’t see me, my eyes never leaving her. Give her the chance to miss me, to miss my hands on her and cock inside her, to miss the praise I murmur in her ear and the way my attention sets her on fire, until she finally comes to her senses.
At Sienna’s table, Juliet rises from her seat. My stomach twists when she sets her sights on me with a grin.
Sienna must’ve encouraged her to come over here to talk to me.
Except an ember of jealousy flickers to life in Sienna’s eyes when Juliet rests a hand on my shoulder. Her tight black skirt rides up so high, I can nearly see the curve of her ass.
Sienna may think she wants me to shift my focus to Juliet, wants me to find another girl who can fit into that spot in my heart reserved for her, but the jealousy is already eating her alive.
I rest a hand on the small of Juliet’s back and tug her closer. Sienna’s jaw clenches, and she forces her eyes back on her textbook, but she’s not reading.
When Juliet claims the space on the table in front of me, I don’t protest.
She drops her boot in the spot between my spread legs and leans forward, cleavage on full display. Her overwhelming perfume floods my nose. Too strong. Sienna’s scent is more subtle, softer. Like her.
“You want her, don’t you?” Juliet murmurs, so quiet no one else at the table can hear. “I can tell.”
Her smirk tells me she knows the bulge in my pants isn’t for her—it’s for my stepsister. The stepsister I can’t drag my gaze away from. The stepsister who watches from the corner of her eye as her best friend perches in front of me.
“Sienna’s a rule-follower and a people-pleaser. I’ve spent our whole friendship trying to corrupt her, but she’s tougher than she looks. If you want to get her, you’ll have to keep things between the two of you quiet. I can keep a secret, but these?” She points at my eyes. “They’re telling the whole world how badly you want to fuck your stepsister. I support it. She wants you too, even if she won’t admit it. But you need to get better about pretending you don’t so no one suspects anything. Otherwise, she won’t bother with you. She won’t risk it.”
I don’t know how long they’ve been best friends, but as much as I hate to admit it, Juliet knows Sienna better than I do and she’s probably right about this. I’ve done a shit job of bottling up my feelings for my stepsister. Anyone on this campus could take one look at my face while she’s in the room and know how much I want to fuck her. How much I care about her. I’d rip every inch of this world apart for her.
Luckily, no one suspects anything is going on between us when she goes out of her way to ignore and avoid me. Everyone assumes the attraction is one-sided. The only person who doesn’t is the one who knows Sienna most—her best friend.
I’ve been selfish, wanting her to be public with me when she isn’t ready. But I’d rather have her in the shadows than not at all.
Juliet's breath hits my ear. “And you better treat her right, Valentine. Or you’ll have me to deal with.”
“I’ll take good care of her. I’m a great big brother.”
“Careful.” Juliet smirks. “You might actually turn me on.”
I cock a brow, knowing how much Sienna is seething with jealousy at our little performance. “What does turn you on?”
She shrugs. “A masked man chasing me in the dark. Knife play. Somnophilia. A little bit of pain with a lot of pleasure.”
I snort. “So unhinged psychopaths.”
Too bad for Juliet, Trey Lamont was kicked off campus last semester. She just missed her dream man.
We know it won’t last, though. Trey’s father is the Head of Athletics. Daddy’s money and influence will buy his way back onto campus and the Diamond Devils team. Just a matter of time.
“I’m going back to my table now. Pretend to stare at my ass while I walk away.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“It’s not for you,” she says simply. “It’s for her. Sienna is the best friend I’ve ever had. She’s been through a lot, and she deserves to be happy.”
I can’t keep my eyes off Sienna anymore. Her cheeks are pink as she flips through pages of her textbook. Hard proof of her jealousy. “Why is she really here? What’s she running from?”
Juliet stiffens. “She’ll tell you when she’s ready.” She hops down from the table, blue eyes softening with concern for her friend. “Just look out for her, okay? Protect her.”
“I will. From anything.”
Chapter 17
Sienna
Sigma Chi knows how to get a girl drunk. Give me some fruit juice with vodka I can’t taste and I’m the happiest girl in the frat house.
In the dimly lit living room packed with sweaty bodies, Juliet, Violet, and I are the only ones dancing. At least, dancing in a way that doesn’t involve grinding on someone.
I’m in the new black dress Luke bought me. On my bed, he left the box with a note on top. Wear this to the Sigma Chi party.
Buying me a new dress was the least he could do after he ruined the last one, but I still grinned like an idiot when I pulled it from the box.
