Title:Six Years of Sin
Blurb:
Emma has wanted Liam since she was sixteen her brother's dangerously irresistible best friend, the one man she was never supposed to touch.
For six long years she buried the craving, convinced it was nothing more than teenage hormones. Now, at twenty-two and still untouched, she's trapped with him for one week at the family lake house. Jake thinks it's just a relaxing getaway. Liam knows better.
He's done waiting.
What starts as stolen glances and whispered threats quickly becomes something far darker. Liam is possessive, relentless, and utterly unforgiving. He'll claim every inch of her innocent body, push her to the edge of pleasure and shame, and make sure she understands one brutal truth: she's always belonged to him.
Even if it destroys her brother.
Even if she begs him to stop.
Even if the secret they're hiding explodes in their faces.
In this isolated lakeside paradise, resistance is futile.
Because once Liam decides you're his… there's no escaping the ruin.
Warning: This is a dark erotic romance containing explicit sexual content, heavy power imbalance, possessiveness, risk of discovery, dirty talk, virgin heroine, and intense (sometimes dubious) consent themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant creak of floorboards upstairs where Jake had disappeared to take a shower. I should have gone to my own room. I should have locked the door. Instead I was standing in the dimly lit hallway that connected the main living area to the guest wing, frozen as Liam stepped out of the shadows near the back door.
He didn't say anything at first. Just looked at me with those dark eyes that had always seen too much. The air between us felt thick, charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.
"Emma," he said, voice low and rough, already laced with something filthy. "You've been teasing me all fucking day with those little glances and that tight tank top. You know what that does to me?"
My back hit the wall before I even realized I'd been backing away. "Liam… stop. Jake's right upstairs."
He didn't stop. He stalked closer until his body crowded mine, one hand planting on the wall beside my head. The heat rolling off his bare chest made my knees weak.
"I don't give a shit where Jake is right now," he murmured, leaning in so his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "I've waited six years to get you alone like this. Six years of watching you grow into this sexy little thing who still blushes when I look at her too long. You think I didn't notice how wet you got just from me touching your wrist earlier?"
Heat flooded between my thighs at his words. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him back, but he was solid muscle and he wasn't moving. "We can't. Not here. Not with him in the house. This is insane—"
Liam's hands dropped to my waist, gripping hard. In one smooth motion he lifted me clean off the ground like I weighed nothing. My surprised gasp cut off as my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips to keep from falling. The hard ridge of his cock pressed right against my core through our thin summer clothes, and I had to bite my lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape.
"Fuck, that's it," he growled, voice dropping even lower as he started walking us backward toward the guest room he'd been given for the week. "Wrap those pretty legs around me just like that. Been dying to feel you like this."
"Liam—put me down," I whispered frantically, even as my body betrayed me and my arms slid around his neck for balance. My heels dug into the small of his back. "Jake could come down any second—"
"He won't." Liam kicked the door to his room shut behind us with his foot, the soft click sounding way too loud in the quiet house. He carried me straight to the bed and lowered me onto it, following me down so his body caged mine without crushing me. His mouth hovered an inch from mine, breath hot. "Not until I've had a taste of what's been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you again."
His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my shorts higher, fingers teasing the edge of my panties. "Tell me you don't want this, Emma. Tell me your pussy isn't already soaked for me right now."
I opened my mouth to protest, but all that came out was a shaky breath as his fingers brushed over the damp fabric between my legs.
He smirked against my lips like he already owned me. "That's what I thought."
I tried to shove at his chest again, but my fingers only curled into the hard muscle there, nails digging in as if my body had already made the decision my brain was still fighting. God, I've wanted this since I was sixteen. Back then I used to lie in my room after he left, touching myself and whispering his name like a secret I'd die if Jake ever heard. I told myself it was just a stupid crush. Told myself I wasn't that girl. Now I'm twenty two, a grown ass adult with a degree and a job and a life, and the second Liam puts his hands on me I'm right back to that trembling teenager who soaked her panties every time he smiled at me.
"Jake's upstairs," I whispered, voice cracking. "He could come down any second"
Liam's fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down my thighs in one rough motion, taking my panties with them. Cool air hit my bare, soaked pussy and I gasped, legs falling open around his hips before I could stop them.
"Fuck, Emma," he growled, eyes dropping between us. "Look at you. Already dripping for me. Been walking around this house all day with this pretty little cunt soaked and pretending you don't want it." Two thick fingers slid through my folds, spreading the slickness from my entrance up to my swollen clit. He circled it once, slow and deliberate, and my hips jerked like I'd been shocked.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. "Liam don't ah" The words died as he pressed one finger inside me, just the tip at first, teasing the tight ring of muscle. My inner walls fluttered around him instantly, greedy after years of only my own fingers and the occasional toy that never felt half as good as this.
"So fucking tight," he murmured, voice dark velvet. "You're clenching around me like you've been saving this pussy just for me. Tell me, baby how many nights did you lay in bed thinking about me stretching you open like this?"
I shook my head, but my hips rolled up, chasing his finger deeper. "I didn't I mean, I tried not to"
He pushed the full length of his finger inside me, curling it against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Liar," he chuckled low. "I bet you came thinking about me more times than you can count. Tell the truth, Emma. Say it."
Another finger joined the first, stretching me wider. The wet, obscene sound of him pumping in and out filled the quiet room. I was so soaked his palm was already slick with me.
"I… I wanted you," I admitted on a broken moan, cheeks burning. "Since I was sixteen. Every time you came over I'd go to my room after and… and touch myself pretending it was you. But I told myself no. I wasn't supposed to want my brother's best friend like that."
Liam's eyes flashed with something primal. He added a third finger, scissoring them gently, opening me up while his thumb kept lazy circles on my clit. "And now? You're all grown up, baby. This tight little pussy is still mine, isn't it? Even after all these years you never let anyone else in here."
I tried to answer, but he crooked his fingers harder and my back arched off the bed, a high, needy whine escaping my throat.
"Shh," he whispered, mouth brushing mine. "Quiet, or Jake's gonna hear what a slut his little sister is for me." He pumped faster, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit with every thrust. "You feel that? That's how wet you are for me. Dripping down my wrist like a good girl. Imagine if Jake walked in right now door wide open, his best friend three fingers deep in his baby sister's cunt. How would that make you feel, Emma? Would you come even harder knowing he could see you like this?"
The thought hit me like lightning shame and heat twisting together so violently my pussy spasmed around his fingers. "Liam fuck I'd die," I gasped, but my hips were grinding down on his hand, chasing more. "Please don't stop"
He didn't. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, yanked my thighs over his shoulders, and buried his face between my legs.
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds made me slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry. He licked me like he was starving long, flat strokes from my entrance to my clit, then sucking the swollen bud into his mouth with a wet pop. Two fingers slid back inside me, fucking me in time with every flick of his tongue.
"God, you taste so fucking sweet," he groaned against my pussy, the vibration making my toes curl. "Been dreaming about eating this cunt for years. Every time I jerked off I imagined you sitting on my face just like this." He sucked harder, tongue swirling, fingers curling relentlessly against my G-spot. My thighs shook around his head. I was so close already, the coil in my belly tightening dangerously fast.
"Liam~oh my God I'm gonna"
"Come on my tongue, baby," he ordered, voice muffled but commanding. "Let me feel you soak my face. Show me how bad you've wanted this."