The bed dipped under his weight, the mattress shifting closer to me. My breath hitched, every nerve standing on edge as Adrian stretched out beside me, casual like he belonged there.
But nothing about this felt casual.
I clutched the blanket tighter, pressing it to my chest like a shield. My body, traitorous as always, warmed just from his nearness.
"You're trembling," he murmured, eyes glinting in the dark.
"No, I'm not." My voice betrayed me, thin and unsteady.
He smirked, dragging a hand slowly across the space between us. His fingers brushed my hip over the blanket, light as air. Still, my skin burned beneath the touch.
"Lila," he said softly, like my name was something forbidden he wanted to taste. "You want me to stop?"
I swallowed hard. My lips parted, ready to say yes, but nothing came out.
His hand slipped under the blanket, settling at the curve of my waist. Warm. Firm. Possessive.
My heart thundered. "Adrian…"
"Say it," he whispered, leaning closer. His breath fanned my cheek. "Say you don't want this, and I'll walk out that door."
But I couldn't. Because I did want it. God, I wanted it so badly it hurt.
The silence between us thickened, wrapping tight around my throat. Then his mouth was on mine.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't careful. It was a claim.
His lips crushed mine, hungry, demanding. The taste of him flooded me—warmth, danger, sin. My hands pushed weakly at his chest, but the fight bled out of me fast, replaced with heat that rolled low and heavy in my stomach.
I kissed him back. Desperate. Needy.
A groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my lips, and it only made me want more. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring, tasting, devouring me like he'd been starving for this.
The blanket slid away as he shifted over me, pressing me into the mattress. His thigh nudged between mine, spreading me open. The thin shorts I wore were no barrier to the friction, and when he ground against me, I gasped into his mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed against my lips, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed everywhere—my sides, my waist, up under my shirt. His touch left fire in its wake, and I arched into him, craving more, more, more.
"This is wrong," I whispered against his mouth, even as my fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Yeah," he murmured, lips trailing down my jaw to my throat. "So wrong." His teeth scraped my skin, and I shivered. "And it's never felt this good."
His mouth traveled down my throat, sucking at the soft skin until I whimpered. My fingers dug into his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away.
"Adrian…" His name slipped out, half-gasp, half-prayer.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his lips swollen, eyes dark and hungry. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Before I could answer, his hand slid beneath my shirt. Warm palm against bare skin. My breath caught as he explored slowly, tracing up my stomach until he cupped my breast. My nipple peaked instantly under his touch, betraying me.
A low curse rumbled from his chest. "Fuck, Lila…"
My back arched, pressing me against his hand. Shame burned hot in my veins, but so did desire. Every nerve screamed at me to stop, but my body—God, my body only wanted more.
He kissed me again, harder this time, swallowing the moan that tore from my throat as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. My hips lifted instinctively, grinding against his thigh.
"Feel that?" he whispered against my lips. "Your body is begging for me."
"Stop," I breathed, but the word broke apart, weak and trembling.
His smirk brushed my mouth. "That's not what your hips are saying."
His hand abandoned my chest, sliding lower, teasing over my stomach before settling between my thighs. Even through the thin fabric of my shorts, I was soaked. The moment his fingers pressed against me, a helpless cry escaped my lips.
"Fuck, you're drenched." His voice was rough, ragged, like he was barely holding back. "For your stepbrother."
The word should have snapped me out of it. It should have jolted me awake, reminded me of every reason this was wrong. But instead, it made the heat in my core pulse harder, made me shudder under his touch.
His fingers moved slowly, teasing me through the thin barrier, circling until my hips rocked shamelessly against his hand. My nails raked his back through his shirt, clutching him like he was the only thing keeping me alive.
Then his hand slipped beneath the waistband.
Skin on skin.
My eyes squeezed shut, a sharp moan ripping from my throat as his fingers slid over my slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. "So fucking ready for me."
I was trembling, my body betraying every protest my mind tried to muster. His touch was fire, and I was burning alive.
"Adrian…" My voice cracked.
His mouth captured mine again, devouring, desperate, as his fingers stroked me slowly, cruelly, until I was panting into his kiss, my hips bucking helplessly.
"Say it," he demanded between kisses, his thumb circling my clit until I nearly screamed. "Say you want me."
I couldn't breathe. Every nerve lit up under his touch, my body trembling so hard it felt like I was unraveling in his arms.
But then—he pulled his hand away.
A weak whimper escaped me before I could stop it.
"Shh." His lips brushed my ear. "I'm not done with you. Not even close."
In one swift motion, he tugged my shorts down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my bare skin, but then his heat replaced it as he slid lower on the bed, settling between my thighs.
My eyes went wide. "Adrian—what are you—"
"Shut up, Lila." His voice was husky, dangerous. "And let me taste you."
Before I could protest, his mouth was on me.
The first stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves ripping through my body. My back arched violently, a cry tearing from my throat. His hands clamped on my thighs, holding me open as his tongue explored me—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, like he was addicted already.
"Fuck," he groaned against me. "You taste so good. Sweet. Addictive."
My hands flew to his hair, fisting it, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure built sharp and fast. My thighs tried to close around his head, but his grip only tightened, forcing me to take everything he gave.
"Adrian—oh my God—" My voice broke, high and desperate, every word laced with a moan.
He growled in response, his tongue circling my clit with brutal precision, dragging me higher, higher. He sucked hard, and my whole body convulsed, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
"You like that?" he muttered, not stopping for a second. "Tell me you like it, Lila."
"I—yes!" I gasped, nails clawing at his scalp. "Don't stop, please—don't stop!"
His chuckle vibrated against me, sending another shudder through my body. He devoured me mercilessly, tongue plunging deep before flicking over my clit again, relentless, ruthless.
The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter, unbearable, until I thought I might burst apart.
And then it happened—
My orgasm slammed into me, violent and blinding. I screamed his name, back arching off the bed, body convulsing as wave after wave tore through me. My vision blurred, my chest heaving, and still he didn't stop, licking me through every tremor until I collapsed against the sheets, shaking and undone.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.
"Sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. My body was wrecked, ruined, and still craving more.
And the way he looked at me told me this was only the beginning.
I was still shaking, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, when Adrian crawled back up the bed. His body hovered over mine, hot and heavy, his lips glistening from what he'd just done.
"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, brushing his thumb across my swollen lips. "Ruined for me."
I swallowed hard, still dazed, unable to look away.
Then I felt it—hard, thick, straining against his jeans as he pressed closer. My eyes widened, heat rushing through me all over again.
"Adrian…"
"Don't worry," he whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. "I'll take care of you."
His mouth crashed into mine again, rough and hungry, while his hands tugged at his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open jolted through me, equal parts terror and need.
My legs spread without thought, my body betraying me yet again, aching to be filled. His hips ground into mine, the hard length of him pressing against my soaked entrance through the last thin barrier of fabric.
"Feel that?" he groaned, biting at my lip. "That's how bad I want you, how long I've been waiting to bury myself inside you."
A shiver tore through me. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as if to anchor myself. Every instinct screamed at me to stop this, to shove him away. But my body…my body only begged for more.
He pushed my panties aside, the blunt head of him sliding against my slick folds. I gasped, hips jerking at the contact.
"So wet," he muttered against my neck. "You're ready for me. You want this, don't you?"
I shook my head, but my moan betrayed me when he rubbed against my clit with the tip of his cock. My legs trembled around him, pulling him closer even as my lips whispered, "We can't…"
"Yes, we can." His voice was fierce, dangerous. "And we will."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the pressure building, stretching me just enough to make my breath hitch. My heart thundered. This was it. The moment we crossed the point of no return.
"Adrian—"
And then—
The shrill sound of a phone shattered the moment.
We both froze. His jaw clenched, eyes flicking toward the nightstand where my phone buzzed violently. The glow of the screen lit up the room with a name that made my stomach drop.
Mom.
Adrian's grip on my hips tightened, his face hard with frustration, chest heaving like he was fighting a war inside himself.
"Answer it," he ground out, voice low, dangerous.
I scrambled for the phone with shaking hands, pulse racing, while he hovered over me, still hard, still pressed against me, a reminder of how close I'd come to letting him all the way in.
As I whispered a shaky hello into the phone, Adrian leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
"Next time," he promised darkly, "I'm not stopping."