Drown in You, page 17
I suppress my grin. Sienna and I will have the house all to ourselves. “Before you go, I need to talk to you about something.”
A crease forms between my mother’s brows. “Is something wrong?”
“I dug up some stuff on Mike while you were away.”
Her eyes spring open. “Luke! Why would you—”
“He’s a gambler, Ma. Before you got married, he had a lot of debt. A lot. I think he stole money from you to clear it. He’s after your money. You can still get an annulment without losing half your shit.”
Instead of gasping in horror or jumping to Mike’s defense, Ma does the last thing I expect—she bursts into a fit of giggles.
She squeezes my arm and tries to take a sip of her water, but she sputters into her glass, unable to stop laughing.
“I don’t see what’s funny about any of this.”
“Oh, honey. I appreciate you trying to look out for me, but I already know about all that.”
“You knew?”
More giggles. “Honey, we reunited at my therapist’s office. I told you that.”
“Yeah, you told me you were going to therapy, but you didn’t tell me why Mike was there. I just assumed it was about his divorce.”
She shrugs. “It was. And his addiction. But it wasn’t my business to tell.”
“So what about all his debts? You don’t think there’s any chance he tried getting in your pants for your money?”
She swats my shoulder. “No son of mine will talk like that. And no, Mike never asked me to help him with his debts. He’s never asked me for a dime—I offered. After we got serious. And he’s already paid me back.”
“Ready to go, dear?” Mike calls, stuffing his wallet in his pocket and holding Ma’s purse out to her.
She smiles up at him before standing and kissing the top of my head. “Have a good night, honey. Don’t wait up.”
Disappointment knots in my chest. The news of Mike’s gambling addiction was supposed to tear them apart. Break them up so I could finally have Sienna the way I want.
Mike doesn’t even love her like I love Sienna. He doesn’t track her every move, doesn’t spend every second she’s in front of him memorizing each inch of her face, doesn’t reach for her every time she’s in front of him because he can’t stand not touching her when she’s near.
And Ma doesn’t look at him the way Sienna looks at me.
Yet they get to be together. They get to have everything I want with Sienna, and we only get to have each other in the shadows.
Chapter 19
Sienna
I can’t sleep. Not when Luke is in a bedroom mere feet away. Not when my door doesn’t have a lock.
I’m filled with the same feeling I had that night when he snuck into my dorm—a restless need for him.
If Luke really is Ten, then he’s right that this thing between us is way more than sex. I’ve fantasized for years about the face beneath the mask, and Luke is even more gorgeous than I could’ve imagined. Ten is the best friend I’ve ever had, the person I trust most in this world, and I’ve always hoped that someday we’d meet and fall in love. I just assumed it was some silly fantasy, not something that could ever really happen.
Even though it’ll take me time to forgive him and he’ll need a great explanation for why he’s been ghosting me, he’s not the only one who’s been keeping secrets. We’re both guilty of that, and I can’t hold that against him without being the biggest hypocrite.
Maybe if I tell him my secret, he’ll tell me his.
Heart in my throat, I yank open my bedroom door and hurry down the hall to his room. I have to do this quickly, now, before I chicken out.
His door is shut when I reach it. I lift my fist to knock and hesitate. If I tell him what happened, I can’t take it back. This could change everything. He’ll know everything about me, and he might reveal the true identity of the man beneath the mask.
Sharing our secrets could bring us closer together. Or tear us apart.
I’m not sure which one I’m more afraid of.
I swallow, heart thumping, and knock. The whole house is silent. Beyond the door, no movement follows. I wait a few beats before knocking again. Still nothing.
I try the knob. He’s snuck into my room before—more than once—and it’s about time I return the favor.
But the knob doesn’t turn. He’s locked it. Locked me out.
The small bubble of hope in my chest deflates. What if Luke is Ten and he shuts me out again? What if I lose them both?
I’m not sure I’ll be able to recover from the loss.
Get a grip. I’m pathetic if I can’t get over an internet friend ghosting me and my stepbrother losing interest in me. I’m just like Mom—searching for a man to fill that hole in my heart.
I turn around and head back to my room.
Under the cloak of darkness, I sprint through the park, passing benches and rows of trees. Parents and children watch me race past, but none of them help me.
None of them stop the men from chasing me.
Their footsteps thunder behind me, getting closer and closer.
I’m panting, running as hard as I can with every muscle in my body on fire. Until my steps slow. I’m running through quicksand.
Their heavy breaths hit my ears. They’ve caught up to me.
Marcus’s voice rattles in my head. Found you.
I blink into the darkness of the dimly lit room. Sunlight trickles past the blackout curtains covering the windows.
At first, I’m certain the nightmare is what stirred me from sleep. Until something wet and soft strokes between my legs.
I attempt to clamp my thighs together, but there’s something hard and round between them.
Consciousness comes to me slowly. My shorts and panties are gone. Someone is hidden under the blanket, tongue sliding in my pussy as he groans at my taste. How long has he been doing this to me? Judging by the mess between my legs, he’s been eating me for a while.
His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks hard. Before I fully realize what’s happening, my pussy pulses and back arches, the orgasm hitting me.
I can’t help the broken moan that escapes, heart hammering in my chest. Pleasure pulses through me, bringing me to full consciousness.
What the fuck just happened?
He shifts under the blanket before emerging. I blink, trying to identify him, but a mask covers his face. The same one he wore the night he chased me in Nohren Hall—gray with scowling eyes and red devil horns.
“We’re in our parents’ house,” I whisper. “We could get caught.”
Luke shakes his head, trailing his fingers over my jaw. “They went out.”
We have the house to ourselves. I give him a sleepy smile. I don’t care if we’re step-siblings—I want him. I want him in my bed like this every night, and I’m tired of fighting it. We can keep this thing between us a secret.
We’re both great at keeping secrets.
I grip the hard muscles on his arms as he braces himself over me. “I knocked on your door earlier. You didn’t answer.”
His voice drops, intense and gravelly, as he threads a hand in my hair. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”
He always knows exactly what to say. Just like Ten.
“Good.” I squeeze his arms, tears pricking my eyes. “This is exactly where I want you.”
His throat bobs. “Do you want me, Sienna?”
This is what he’s been waiting for. For his feelings for me to be reciprocated. I care about him, I know that. And I want him. Every inch. “Yes. I want you, Luke. I don’t care about the rest of it. Our parents or anybody else. I just know . . . I want you.”
He comes down on me, the nose of his mask brushing against my neck, and a whimper builds in my throat. The adrenaline and desire mix as wetness pools between my legs.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” Through the few pinprick holes in front of his mouth, Luke’s hot breath hits my bare skin. I’m already burning beneath his warmth. Then he murmurs, so low I almost can’t hear, “You have no idea how long.”
He trails his mask along my collarbone and across my chest, softly blowing the entire way. Goosebumps prick up along my skin. I’ve fantasized about sharing a bed with a masked man for a long time, but it’s a thousand times better knowing it’s Luke beneath the mask.
When he suddenly straightens, taking his warmth with him and leaving me in the cold, I nearly whine in protest. But before I get a chance, he lifts me up until I’m sitting, pulling my tank top over my head as tenderly as he did that first night.
My breasts fall in front of him, and through the mask, his eyes are glued to them. Eating me up. “Tell me how long, Luke.”
“How long what?”
“How long you’ve wanted me.”
He stiffens briefly before murmuring, “Since the moment I met you.”
Does he mean at the hotel bar or online? Why can’t he just admit to the truth? Why can’t I?
I push the thought aside. Neither of us is ready to bare our souls entirely. But we are ready for this.
“Can you blame me?” He pushes me back down and grabs my breasts with both hands, squeezing to the edge of pain. I gasp, wanting him more than I ever have. “Every inch of you is incredible.”
The tip of his masked nose glides down between my breasts and to my navel. He sweeps the mask from one hipbone to the other. All of my nerve endings collect where he touches me, making every brush of contact set me on fire.
I grab for the hair spilling out behind his mask. “Every inch of you is mouthwatering.”
He growls as I tug and wriggle beneath him. “Waiting to take you again has been agony.”
My heart is about to burst, and I gasp, “So stop waiting.”
His chuckle reverberates down my spine, and my god, I’ve missed that sound. “You’ve made me wait way too long, Sienna. Now I’m going to torture you the same way.”
Oh fuck. This is going to be a long night.
“Take your clothes off,” I breathe. I’m fully exposed in front of him while he’s completely covered. Even his face. I miss his hard, devastating body. I want to eat him up exactly like he’s doing to me.
He shakes his head. “Not yet. You’re going to have to suffer a lot longer than this.”
Goddamnit. The wait is already excruciating. My protest comes out in a whine. “No.”
Luke slides off the bed. Onto his knees.
My heart stops.
Until he jolts it back to life by tugging me to the edge of the bed. He tucks my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide. My bare pussy glistening in front of him.
Yet he still doesn’t remove his mask. Instead, he leans down, his mask brushing against my clit as he blows on my pussy.
I jerk beneath him. He tightens his grip on my legs, clamping them against his hot neck.
We’re both burning up. Both of us on the edge of exploding.
When he blows on my wet pussy again, I clutch at the bedsheet. I can’t help writhing beneath him. But his hold on me is so strong, I hardly move in his grasp.
He keeps blowing softly, his mask barely brushing against my clit. The overwhelming sensations are driving me insane. Enough to keep me aching, needing more, but nowhere near enough to drive me over the edge.
If this is anything like the agony I’ve inflicted on him, I’m a monster. I’m not going another day without letting this man get his hands on me.
Finally, he tosses the mask off his head. His intense, seductive, stormy eyes bore into my skull. No man has ever looked at me the way Luke Valentine does. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”
I do as I’m told just as Luke’s tongue sweeps up my slit.
When his tongue strikes that tense bundle of nerves, I cry out. Thank god our parents went out. There’s no way one of them wouldn’t already be storming up here to ask what all the noise is.
Only to find Luke kneeling between his stepsister’s legs.
When his tongue sweeps up me again, his throaty groan alone makes the muscles in my thighs wind tight. Jesus. I’m already on the verge of coming again.
The effect Luke Valentine has on me is beyond dangerous. It’s cataclysmic.
“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” His tongue swirls over my clit, sending shockwaves pulsing through my veins before he laps up the flood of arousal that trickles down to the bedsheet.
When he slides a finger in, I involuntarily clench around him. “You feel so fucking good.”
The groan that slips past his lips is obscene. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re so tight. I can’t wait to squeeze my cock inside you.”
An unexpected dose of panic zips up my spine. I’ve made a grave oversight. Luke’s cock barely fit inside me the last time we did this.
He must sense my uneasiness because he slides a second finger in, stretching me for him. We groan in unison. A man’s groan shouldn’t be enough to make me want to burst, but it is. My god, it is.
“You’re coming on my cock this time. And when I’m finally inside you, I’m not going easy on you. You’re getting fucked hard and fast.”
He went easy on me last time? There’s no way in hell—
Luke’s tongue returns to my clit, stealing my breath. When his lips wrap around that sensitive nub and suck, my back arches and I tear at the bedsheet, pulling it up from the mattress. My cries echo in the room.
“God, that sound is so sexy,” he murmurs.
How have I gone so long without allowing this man to do whatever he wants to me? I must’ve had an iron will. That’s completely disintegrated now.
Just as the orgasm begins building, Luke drops my clit from his mouth and pops his fingers out of my pussy. Being brought to the edge of pleasure and suddenly having it stolen away makes the corners of my eyes sting. “No. Please don’t stop. I need more.”
I yelp when Luke abruptly stands and flips me onto my stomach. He doesn’t give me a chance to orient myself to the new position before he’s hauling my hips up.
His hands leave my skin only briefly as he yanks his shirt and pants off. I ogle him as he strips, admiring the ripple of hard muscle beneath taut skin. He is perfect. A specimen to be admired, studied.
When he catches me watching him in the dark, a grin blooms across his face. He grabs his throbbing cock and gives it one long, slow stroke. “Watch me while I fuck you, Sienna.”
My name is filthy leaving his lips. A four-letter word. R-rated. Not suitable for virgin ears. Hell, he’s making me blush.
But I do as he instructs, leaning down on my elbows and never taking my eyes off him as he presses the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Despite his promise to fuck me fast and hard, he sheaths his cock inside me slowly, deliberately.
I hiss at the stretch. The burn of his cock inside me makes me claw at the mattress again. I don’t know how much more I can take.
His hand slips around to rub my clit, mixing the pain with overwhelming pleasure and building that orgasm back up. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
His growl makes me shiver. My cheek falls to the mattress, neck weak, and my eyes flutter shut.
A sharp slap on my ass makes me gasp and eyes fly open to find him glaring at me. “What did I tell you? Eyes on me.”
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I should’ve known the moment I met Luke Valentine that my life was changed forever.
I force my eyes to stay open and glued on him as he slowly rocks his hips back. Once the tip is all that remains inside me, he slams in to the hilt.
A scream rips from my throat, and the bed rocks with every movement as Luke buries his cock inside me over and over. The intensity makes my head grow lighter. I’ve never passed out from sex before, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Luke fucks me back to unconsciousness.
My nails bite into the mattress, and he holds me firmly in place with one hand on my hip while the other frantically circles my clit, driving pleasure through me to unprecedented levels.
“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, barely audible over the frantic smack of skin on skin. “I’m going to paint you with my cum.”
I expect him to yank out of me, but he keeps up the delicious torment, pounding into me relentlessly. No matter how badly he aches to come, he’s going to make sure I finish first. That his cock slamming inside me is what makes me scream this time.
When he presses down harder on my clit, the familiar crescendo of an orgasm climbs steadily to the crest. My legs and arms tighten as I brace for the impact.
Luke’s stormy gray gaze boars into mine as he splits me in two. My name leaving his lips on a mix of a groan and a plea is my undoing. “Sienna.”
Release barrels through me and I can’t keep my eyes on him anymore as they cross through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
My throat grows hoarse as I scream around the gag, and Luke hisses a string of curses and praise as his thrusts turn shallow and staccato.
I jerk, yelping and collapsing onto the bed as he suddenly pulls out of me. Hot cum hits my ass and then my back. Was that my neck? Jesus Christ. He meant it when he said he’d paint me in his cum.
I’m still panting and weak, nowhere near recovered, when Luke returns and cleans the cum off me with a towel. “At least you’re a gentleman afterward,” I mumble.
He smirks. “Next time, I’ll make sure to come where you can lick it off.” When I part my lips, he adds, “Or maybe I’ll just come in your mouth. No mess to clean up then.”
I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been eager to swallow somebody’s cum before, but Luke Valentine is a totally different beast. A Devil.
Luke climbs onto my bed and throws the blanket over us.
“What the hell are you doing?” Spinning to face him, I try to push him out, but he tosses an arm around my waist, pinning me against him.
“Going to bed. Big day tomorrow.” He’s so beautiful this close. I want to memorize every inch of his face so I see it in my dreams.
“What’s tomorrow?”
“I plan on waking you up with a slow, tender fuck before our parents come looking for us.”
