He tasted like sin-dark, forbidden, and impossibly addictive. He was like every dark thoughts I’d ever had. How could something so forbidden be this addictive?
I should hate myself for this. I should feel shame curling in my stomach, twisting my insides. But instead, all I felt was heat. A deep, smoldering ache that refused to be ignored.
I was conflicted. But my desires were becoming stronger than my conflicts. Desire had a cruel way of twisting my reality, making the forbidden feel like the only thing that made sense.
Kester was a god-of sin, of pleasure, of ruin. And I had let him destroy me in the most devastating way possible.
He fucked like a god-like he owned me. And maybe he did.
Any woman would kill to have this.
Every part of me still throbbed with the memory of his touch. The way he stretched me and filled me so completely I thought I’d tear. The sinful, unbearable pleasure that left my body trembling at his mercy. The dirty words he whispered into my ears while he fucked me senseless. It all made my core quake.
When he kissed me, his lips tasted of dominance and ruin.
His kiss tasted like venom, but I drank it willingly.
I had given him everything-my first time, my innocence, my body. And instead of regret, all I could think about was how much I wanted him again.
I should feel disgusted about losing my virginity to my brother. Instead, I felt different. I craved more of him, even though I still felt sore down there. A part of me was glad he was my first because he made it worth every bit of it.
He had fucked me, almost losing himself in the process. I nearly died of the combination of pain and pleasure I felt all at once.
It felt as though the more sinful it was, the more I was becoming drawn to it.
“You’re still trembling,” he murmured against my shoulder, “Do you still regret it, little sister?”
My heart pounded. Did I?
No.
Because the way he made me feel-the way he unraveled me, shattered me, and put me back together-was unlike anything else in this world. And that terrified me more than anything.
His tongue darted out, slowly licking up the side of my face before finding my neck, biting and nibbling, and for a moment, I was scared he was going to mark me
“Too consumed to speak?” He stopped the sweet, sensational kiss he was peppering my naked body with, and my eyes half-opened, wondering why he stopped, but instead of an explanation, I felt his rough hands holding me by my thighs and flipping me over so I was laying on my stomach.
“What the hell?” I asked, attempting to turn my head to have a better view of what he hand held the back of my neck to keep me in place. as about to do, but his
“Stay still,” He commanded and grabbed my hips, pulling me forcefully toward himself so my ass bumped into his raging cock.
This position made my back arch low while my ass was almost high up in the air. I knew this position. I had seen it before, and it didn’t seem like one I’d like.
Didn’t Claire say this position gave a better and deeper penetration? My poor vagina wasn’t ready for that… Not from a man the size of Rester.
“Kester. I don’t want to be like this,” my voice quivered, and my protest was very weak.
He just smirked and slapped my folds, “You’ll be the good girl you are and take all I have to offer, won’t you?”
I only whimpered in response as one of his hands left my lips, guiding his hot length toward my entrance. “Fuck…” He growled before impaling half his length into my wet pussy.
“Kes!” I shrieked. My whole body tightened, and the sensation felt a thousand times more intense and overwhelming in this position.
My hips instinctively lowered down on the mattress, but he grabbed me, pulling me back up forcefully, making my ass bump into his crotch, and eliciting another cry from me. “You don’t get to pull away from me, Kasmine. I’ve told you before!”
Tears gathered in my eyes as I struggled to keep up with his thrusts when he reached out to my clit, stroking it gently while he thrust into me.
The sensation was maddening. I had never felt anything close to pleasure the way I did now, Tears of naughty pleasure ran down my cheek, and I found myself attempting to grind on his cock.
“Ahh.. Mine…” He breathed, his fingers digging into my hips. He was enjoying what I was doing. And even though the pain was still there, the pleasure his fingers administered to my clit while he slammed the fuck out of my Innocent pussy, clouded every ounce of pain I felt.
I felt him inch deeper into me, pushing in more of his length, “I want to fill you up with the whole of my cock. Your body was made for this… For me… It has to fit,” He said through gritted teeth as he pulled out to the tip, and before I could brace myself up for whatever he meant, I felt a searing pain shoot through me. He just forced his whole length inside me.
A scream tore through my throat at the impact. It was like I was being disvirgined for the second time.
I twisted around, my knees digging into the mattress, but his hold at the back of my neck tightened while the other hand kept torturing my clit with those strokes, which were becoming harder.
I flopped down to the bed, and he followed me, resting his weight on my back.
The sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the roon. His breaths came in harsh rasps as his thrusts became more erratic.
His muscles stiffened, and so did my walls. I couldn’t hold back the pleasure gathering within me.
A loud cry tore through my throat, my juices leaking out of my abused hole as I felt his warm seeds splashing against my insides.
“Fuck! Mine!” He growled, his movements becoming short and jerky before he fell limply on me.
KESTER.
When a devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.
I never planned to be obsessed with Kasmine. It happened beyond my will, like a sickness that crept into my veins and took root in my very soul. Sitting by the bathtub, carefully washing her delicate skin, I realized there was nothing more satisfying than this moment,
She had protested when I carried her into the bathroom, murmuring weak objections, but I ignored them because I wanted her to get used to this. She’d be seeing more of it from now.
Her body was like my temple now, and I craved to worship it in every way possible while branding her with my mark.
The thought alone sent a sharp pulse of hunger through me as my cock jerked in response, my self-control slipping for a fraction of a second, but I sucked in a breath to steady myself. She had gone past her limit as a first- timer. It would be cruel to take her for the third time today. She had to recover.
“Hey…” I broke the awkward silence between us. She turned her gaze from the distant spot she had been staring at to look at me, “Is the warm water helping with the pain?”
She hesitated, then nodded, barely meeting my eyes. She was clearly too embarrassed to hold my gaze for too long Her shyness made my chest tighten. She was so damn adorable it hurt.
“Good. You’ll feel better before the day ends,” I murmured, massaging the body wash into her skin, taking my time, memorizing the feel of her beneath my hands.
“I can barely walk,” she stated the obvious,
“I know. That’s why we are taking the day off from the office today. I’ll nurse you to wellness,” I told her.
“We?” She asked, confused, “No. I’ll be fine at home alone. You can go to the office,” she urged.
I chuckled, amused by her na?ve assumption that I could just leave her like this. “Why? Scared I’ll end up fucking you again?” I teased, watching with satisfaction as her cheeks turned a delicious shade of red.
“Stop it, Kes. Don’t use such words around me,” she looked away, and I saw the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed nervously.
“Why not? We did more than use the word all night… We actually ‘did’ the word,” I murmured, dipping my head closer to hers with a wink. “Or… does it turn you on?” I whispered, and she stiffened at my closeness. I caught the flicker of something in her eyes-something she was trying so hard to suppress – warm desires.
She didn’t need to say it. I already knew.
And gods help her because I had no intention of stopping if she made me start.
I felt like a child at heart around her. I just wish she’d see what she was doing to me and reciprocate just as ! wanted her to.
Her hair was soft, silken strands sliding through my fingers as I massaged some shampoo into her scalp. The fragrant lather bubbled between my hands, my fingers moving with a tenderness that would have shocked anyone who knew me.
“I’ll take care of you today, okay?” I murmured, my eyes fixed on her, soaking in every delicate feature, every flutter of her lashes. “I’ve told the malds to prepare some fend for us. If there’s anything else you need, just tell me, and it’s yours.”
She rolled her eyes, clearly not pleased with what I was saying, the gesture almost endearing
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