RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (42 page)

I closed the distance between us. “
Maddy
, if you don’t stop…” I lost the will to finish that
sentence. I didn’t know what to say. I just kept staring at the woman who would
become my sister and thinking how goddamn beautiful she was.

“Then what?” she asked me again. She didn’t
move. Not an inch. I could feel blood rush through me, but it wasn’t going to
my head. It was going far, far away from it, to places that would be bad for
the both of us. “Tell me, Preston. What the hell are you going to do if I don’t
stop calling you on your bullshit?”

She was searching me again. I could feel it.
The way her eyes bored into mine prickled my skin. It seared my soul. She
wanted the truth from me, a different kind of truth from the one I was used to
telling. She wanted the kind of truth a man wasn’t likely to give, the kind
that made him have to crack his ribs and bare his own heart for scrutiny. Was
this how it was supposed to feel? Was this how being with a woman was supposed
to be? Was it supposed to hurt like this, in a way that made every ounce of that
pain worth it?

No wonder it had never worked with anyone
else. If this was how it was supposed to be, and it sure as hell felt like it
was, then Madison Hearst was the first woman in my entire life with whom things
felt tragically, undeniably right.

I didn’t have an answer for
Maddy
. Not the way she wanted. Not with words and thoughts.
Not with anything but a primal force that took me by surprise as much as it
took her.

I grabbed my soon-to-be stepsister, one hand
tangled in the sleek waves of her gorgeous brown hair, and I kissed her. God
help me, I kissed her with passion and fury. And I loved it...

Oh,
fuck.

Those were the only words that came to mind
when Preston kissed me, the only words I could possibly form and hold onto long
enough to give them meaning and weight. But what
did
they mean? Was I disgusted with him, my stepbrother for all
intents and purposes, for the sweltering sweetness of his mouth on mine? Was I
angry that he’d dared to touch me like this, or angry that he hadn’t done it
sooner?

I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. I
didn’t know what I wanted them to do. Or at least, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to
admit it.

Preston’s lips were scorching hot on my own.
His breath was like smoke filling my lungs, only it didn’t burn. It warmed me,
but in places far below my chest, places that had begun to ache for more of
Preston’s illicit touch.

I wanted to fight it. I wanted to fight him
and this dark, forbidden desire lurking inside of me, the one that had been
there since that first day I’d run into him on the sidewalk. I wanted to forget
the cerulean flash of his eyes, his lopsided grin, the golden haze of his tawny
hair. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

Instead, I kissed him back.

I slipped my arms up around his neck, holding
onto him tightly as he lifted me against his broad, brawny frame, clutching at
my back as if he’d always wanted to do this. My ass was in his hands, and I
felt him squeeze and dig in his fingertips all along my thighs, then back up
again, roaming my body with his fierce touch. A soft wind blew in through the
open balcony doors, carrying away the husky moan from my throat as Preston’s
lips crashed against mine again and again, promising retribution for every
hateful word I’d said.

I’d been disappointed in him. I’d thought he
was different from his father, from the money that had corrupted the rest of
our family. Had I been wrong?

I didn’t have time to think about it now—not
when my stepbrother was dropping me onto the bed on my back and pulling my
casual Friday jeans down my legs.

I whimpered, struggling up onto my hands to
watch him as he yanked my ass to the very edge of the bed, then over it. With
my legs suspended on his shoulders, he grasped my panties and pulled, ripping
them off my hips and exposing my sweet, shaven pussy to feast his eyes on.

“Preston,” I whispered. “This is… wrong.
We’re family. We can’t do this…”

I felt like I’d betrayed everything inside of
me to say those words, and Preston didn’t even hear them. He was focused. He
had seen what he wanted. And now he was going to get it.

He traced his fingers along my nether lips
before spreading them wide and revealing the pink petals between. I could feel
my clit throbbing in its hood, begging for the attention he’d already paid to
my mouth and outer lips. He bent his head forward, delivering one long lick
from my chasm to my crest, and I melted beneath him. Any resolve I’d once had
to at least question the idea of fucking my stepbrother dissolved with one
touch of his tongue, and I moaned for him again as he dove in and began to
flick it against my aching button.

I wailed, burying my fingers in Preston’s
hair, pulling at it as he lapped hungrily at the nectar flooding from between
my thighs. I was feverish, shaking, convulsing, shrieking and rolling my eyes
into my skull as he pleased me. I was sick, and Preston was the only cure.

He hauled my hips closer to his face,
bringing me tight against his mouth as he sucked gently, his tongue still
undulating hard and fast against my throbbing clit. I felt my nipples stiffen
against the cups of my bra and pulled my blouse up over my head, letting him
see how hard my breasts heaved for him.

“Preston,” I whimpered, “please…”

“That’s right,” he praised me, torturing my
nubbin with his thumb. “I’m the one in control here,
Maddy
.
I’m your boss. You do what I say, whether you like it or not. Is that clear?”

I squirmed uncontrollably under his touch. He
laved me again, making me arch up off of his bed.

“Is it?” he asked me.

“Yes!” I answered, wriggling once more into
his face. “Oh, fuck, Preston! Please don’t stop!”

“No,” he said. “Not until we’re clear on
where you stand.” Then he turned me over so my ass was in the air, my knees
barely making it onto the bed before he was behind me, panting, ripping his
shirt off to reveal all those delicious muscles I’d secretly been craving for
weeks now.

His belt was next, his hands moving so fast
they seemed like a blur, and as I looked over my shoulder I saw the slick mast
of his manhood jutting out behind me. Its swollen tip was made even angrier by
the crimson sky outside, and the veins throbbing along the shaft looked almost
purple in that hot, violent hue.

I pushed against him, worried that if I
thought about what we were about to do for just a second more, I might lose my
nerve. But Preston was a step ahead of me. He’d already decided for us what
would happen next, and there was no way he was letting me off easy.

He seized my hips in his hands, digging his
fingers in hard enough to leave bruises where he touched, bruises I would gaze
at later and recall every detail of our tryst. They would remind me of my
stepbrother’s power, of his absolute authority in his house, and they would
remind me of my place and what running my mouth would do.

But if this was the punishment, then I would
run my mouth at every opportunity. Preston needed someone to challenge him, and
I needed him to fuck me in all the ways no man ever had.

When I felt his shaft breach me, I was sure
he’d split me in two. He was so thick and hard that I could feel him stretching
me, making way for the heft and might of his massive cock between the tight
walls of my poor, neglected cunt. I scrabbled at the sheets, clawing at the
silk, but couldn’t find purchase. I had nothing to hold onto as Preston worked
his way inside of me, nothing to ground me to reality as he filled me with his
cock.

“Oh, God…!”

Every moment after that was delirium. Every
thrust was sheer
ecstasy,
the sort no words could
possibly describe. Every touch burned me, scorched me, turned me to ash in his
skillful hands, and yet every other saw me rise from the ashes to be filled
once again by his thrumming cock. Preston was a wildfire raging over me,
surging over the acres of my skin, leaving no inch of me unviolated. I twisted
and arched, howled and writhed, pulled at my hair and shouted his name in ways
I never thought I would.

“Fuck me, Preston! Harder!
Harder!
”

He obeyed me until the only sound I could
hear beyond my own blood rushing in my ears was the steady slapping of his hips
against my ass, the symphony of our bodies colliding and parting, only to
collide again with even greater force. I was a slave to the sensations flowing
through me, unable to think or feel anything else other than what Preston
inspired with the roughness of his hands, the guttural tone of his growl, and
the unrelenting force of his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

Preston reached down between my legs, snaking
an arm over my thigh to rub my clit again with his fingers. I could barely keep
up with his frenzied pace. The wave of my orgasm was already so close to
crashing over me, and I feared that it would sweep me away into an oblivion I
couldn’t possibly fathom.

“I’m
cumming
,” I
whined, spreading my legs even wider for Preston’s girth. “Oh, shit—Preston!
I’m
cumming
!”

He let out a low groan as I exploded. It was
like the universe was coming together, like the two of us alone had created the
sun and the stars. I wailed in rapture, throwing my head back and crying out
Preston’s name again and again. Everything inside of me that said I should be
ashamed was silenced in that moment. There was only me, Preston, and the
undeniable passion we shared.

My walls hitched and squeezed, drawing tight
around Preston’s cock. I felt him shudder behind me. He was close.

He pulled out of me and I turned, somehow
knowing what he wanted from me though he hadn’t spoken it. On my hands and
knees I crawled to him, watching him stroke his glistening shaft from root to
crown, each jerk of his hand more desperate than the last. I pushed his hand
away, engulfing his tip in my mouth, and felt him wind both hands through my
hair to pull it away from my face as I bobbed mercilessly on his shaft, urging
him into the back of my throat.

Preston let out a hiss through his clenched
teeth. It was all he could do not to thrust into me, to make me choke on the
enormity of his dick. I could smell his scent and mine mingling on his base,
could taste my own lust for him as I spun my tongue around his shaft. I’d never
known anything more delectable in my entire life than the way I tasted on my
stepbrother’s cock.

“Fuck,” he gritted, feeling his balls tighten
against my chin. I picked up the pace, rushing my brother toward ecstasy,
pulling him into my mouth again and again as he surged forward suddenly and the
first warm gush of his semen hit the back of my tongue.

I let my eyes flutter closed, slurping and
sucking as Preston drove himself into me, eager to let the rest of his salty
sweet load fountain down my throat. I held myself there as long as I could,
forgoing even my own breath to see my brother twist in pleasure before me,
knowing no other high so intense as seeing the look of bliss on his face.

As he settled I withdrew, the both of us
panting. He fell forward onto his hands, staring into my eyes as I sat up on
his bed, naked save for my bra. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me,
crawling over top of me, pinning me beneath his weight in a way that made me
feel so safe, so secure, so
wanted
and
loved
.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he
whispered, his breath swirling like a sweet melody in the labyrinth of my ear.
“You have no idea,
Maddy
… No earthly clue…”

We fucked again, this time face to face, this
time with my breasts crushed in his hands as he looked into my eyes while he
took me. This time, there was no mistaking that I belonged to Preston Harvey,
the man who would become my stepbrother. I wasn’t just his personal assistant…
I was
all
his.