Page 79 of Make You Beg

“This. What are we doing, Kayden?”

“We can do whatever you want.” His words are suggestive and slow.

His face is so close to mine, the air he lets out as he talks hits me. My whole body is glued to him. “Want to sit on my face, baby?” A smirk. “I can arrange that.”

“N-no.” I pull away from him and stand up.

My heart is ricocheting in my chest. The thought of actually doing what he suggested…

No. That can’t happen. It won’t.

“I’m going to my room,” I announce. “This is a bad idea.”

“Or the best idea.” Kayden puts the cap on the bottle of whiskey and tosses it on the sofa. He stands up too, drawing the distance between us closer again.

“Shut up.”

“You really need to expand your vocabulary, sis. If you keep telling me to shut up, you’d better keep my mouth busy.”

I gnaw at my bottom lip, leaning closer to Kayden, driven by a strange force.

My hand’s on his chest inexplicably before I retreat.

What am I doing?

“This isn’t happening.” I step back.

Kayden yanks my wrist and drags me to him. “Then you shouldn’t give people the wrong idea.”

“I didn’t,” I say, heading toward the door.

Kayden follows me.

“I don’t need this,” I insist.

I do. My thighs are almost screaming for his touch. My heart is racing. My body is on fire.

My pussy is clenching with thoughts of his mouth on my clit again.

He points at the fucking red puck on the sofa again. “You left that for me to see. It means you do.”

“It’s a stupid red puck. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Are you sure about that?” He backs me against the door.

I attempt to push him away, but he seizes my wrists, pinning them over my head with one hand and towering over me.

I can’t take this anymore. Anger boils in my stomach. He can’t keep getting away with making me feel these things, sabotaging my life, and then cornering me and having his way with me whenever he wants.

“Fine,” I mutter. “You want to know how my day was? You want me to talk? Is that what you want?”

“That or eating you out, I enjoy both the same.” He smirks.

My breath grows ragged, and I sigh.

“Go ahead, sis.”

“I officially have no friends again. They think I’m a freak who has some weird relationship with her brother. Are you happy?”