Page 45 of My Forever Sin

“What the fuck did you say?” His hand abandons my neck and fists in my hair, angling me more towards him.

“I said—” I start, but before I can finish, his palm swiftly pushes on the top of my head, sending me down to my knees, where sticks scratch at my flesh. I swallow hard when his ever-growing bulge comes into view.

“You don’t know what you just started,” he growls. His veiny hand works to undo his belt buckle and I can’t do anything but watch as heat pools low in my centre.

No, no, no. This shouldn’t be making my body heat rise. It should be doing anything but.

A swirl of realisation shoots through me, suddenly bringing me back to earth and remembering exactly why I don’t want to be near this man. That I hate him. He’s my fucking stepbrother. I attempt to slide my head from underneath his palm, but he curls his fingers into my hair, keeping me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

And, fuck, I can’t help the pleasurable clench of my stomach.

The scratch of a zip tears through the silence, his impressive length stretching the fabric of his boxers. My throat dries because it’s bigger than I remember.

“This?” He hooks his thumb into the band of his boxers. “This is exactly what’s going to be claiming every single one of your holes, Jordie. Your stepbrother's cock.” Oh fuck no. “And if you so much as think about looking in another man's direction, I will fuck you in front of everyone. Punishment be damned.”

My eyes dip down to his strained boxers, the head of his dick now peeking through the top.

“You fucking wish,” I grit through my teeth, all the while my mouth is salivating at the sight of it. But he doesn’t need to know that. “My future husband wouldn’t be too happy about that. Neither would Lacey, or your father.”

What is happening to me? I’m provoking him. I know I am, but I can’t stop.

“Too bad I don’t give a flying fuck what they think,” he growls. My heart accelerates for a completely different reason now as Kain bends down, grabs my chin in between his fingers and jerks me up to face him. “And I don’t wish. I will.”

He yanks his boxers down, revealing his long length and I refrain from gasping at the size of it. “Has anyone other than me fucked you?” It comes out as a cocky question, but I can hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

This is it. I could tell him the truth, but that would give him the satisfaction he’s after, so, I lie by omission. Grinning, I reply, “And what if I have?”

His eyes widen momentarily as grips the base of his cock, guiding it towards my mouth. “Open up.”

“Careful, viper, I might bite again.” Even though just the sheer possessive grip he has on me is sending moisture to gather in my panties, this is different. Sure, he was possessive before… but this version of Kain? It’s like I flipped a switch in him, and my god, it’s making me… want him…

I’m starved. I’m so fucking starved of human touch that I’m willing to let this snake manhandle me.

“Careful, little devil, I might like it.” He smiles widely, the black paint around his eyes swallowing his irises and that dark, insatiable look holds me captive. “Open those pretty lips for me, step-sis.”

I draw my lips into a thin line, clamping them shut and his eyes flare.

Do not give into your body’s desires.

If only I’d told myself that the first time.

I feel like the old Jordan again—the one that should’ve resisted, but didn’t want to.

He grips my cheeks, bending slightly at the waist. His voice a threatening, low husk, as he says, “Open.”

I make a noise of rejection in my throat before he pinches my cheeks hard enough to make my lips pop open. Pre-cum already glistens at the tip as he guides it towards me. I fight in his hold, but he only tightens his grip. I haven’t done this before and I’m terrified. My hands fly to his arm, rapidly sweating palms and fingernails grasping at his wrist as my own heartbeat fills my ears.

He pushes the head of his cock through my lips, and a new taste fills my mouth. My traitorous tongue immediately swirls around him, making him groan, and causes my pussy to begin pulsing.

I should bite it off and leave him to bleed out for what he did.

The painted teeth on his face stretch to the sides as he smiles. “That’s it.”

A foreign salty tang spreads over my tongue as he glides in further, and as my jaw slowly opens wider, his face contorts in pure pleasure. “Fuck.”

My hands crash to his jean-cladded thighs and I growl as he pushes himself further into my mouth with force.