I stared at her.
“So that’s it? You let your friend drag you to a fucking club dressed like this? Like you had no fucking self- respect? Half-naked, in a fucking bar full of drunk men? Is that what you wanted?”
She sniffled and tried to turn her face away again, but I gripped her jaw and made her look at me.
“That man almost raped you, Anna. You understand that, right? That piece of shit would’ve had his way with you if I hadn’t seen you on the damn screen! Is that what you wanted? Is that what you fucking planned when you put on this trashy dress?”
She slapped my hand off her face and glared up at me through her tears.
“Why do you care, Ryan? You made it clear I wasn’t welcome anymore, so why the hell do you care what I wear or where I go? Why were you even watching me? Stalking me?”
I blinked.
She shoved my chest. “You kicked me out! You told me to get out of your house, so why are you here playing the possessive brother now?!”
That word made my entire body tense.
She kept going. “This is my life, Ryan! I’ll dress how I want and go wherever the hell I want.”
My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would shatter. I could feel myself losing it.
“That’s why he almost raped you!”
She crossed her arms, her body shaking, but the defiance in her eyes still burned. “At least he wanted me. At least he wasn’t some coward pretending not to want something he clearly does.”
My breath hitched.
She didn’t say my name, but I knew exactly who the hell she was talking about.
I knew she meant me.
“So now I’m a coward because I haven’t thrown you against a wall and fucked you yet? That’s what you want? That’s what you think desire means, Anna? Letting some stranger grope you in public just because he wasn’t scared to touch you?”
She didn’t answer, but the way her chin lifted and her jaw stayed tight told me that’s exactly what she thinks about me.
I growled, stepping closer until her back pressed fully to the car, her breaths fast and short. “You think I don’t want you? You think I don’t fucking dream about you? You think I don’t fucking wake up hard every morning wishing I could bend you over and fuck you senseless? Is that it?”
Her lips parted in a gasp, but before she could say anything else, I’d grabbed both her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, holding her in place, and with the other, I crushed my mouth to hers.
My lips devoured her.
I didn’t go slow. I couldn’t. I kissed her with all the fucking frustration that had built up for weeks, months, years. Everything, I buried. Everything I tried to fight. Everything that burned while she touched me or called my name or just looked at me with those soft, innocent, infuriating eyes.
She kissed me back.
Harder.
Hungrier.
My mouth moved down her neck, savoring the way she trembled. My hand slipped under that short dress, fingers trailing up her thigh, pausing right where her panties started. I didn’t wait. I tugged them aside, found her wet and ready, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“You wanted to be desired?” I whispered, breathing hard against her cheek, my fingers breaking her open, dipping into that soft, wet heat. “You fucking wanted it, Anna? Then feel it. This is me, losing every bit of control I had left. This is me not caring anymore.
She was a moaning mess now, her thighs trembling, her head thrown back against the car, and my mouth found hers again, silencing every sound she tried to make, letting her feel every inch of the desire she thought I didn’t have.
“I’ve always desired you,” I whispered against her lips. “Always wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter ever since you come. Always wanted to push your face into the couch and slide my hot cock into you from behind until you screamed. But I held back because I fucking respected you.”
My voice broke.
“But if you call that being a coward, Anna… then fuck it.”
“I’ll be the worst fucking bastard you’ve ever met.”
RYAN’S POV
I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. It was low, rough, broken. And the second those words left my mouth, I was done pretending. Done holding myself back.
I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I crushed my mouth to hers again, kissing her with everything I had in me, my body already moving on instinct. Her lips opened for me like she was waiting for this. Like she’d been craving it just as bad as I was.
“Fvck, Anna…” I gritted out, my voice row, my c0ck pressed so hard against her body that it actually hurt. I was grinding into her without even thinking, breathing heavily against her neck, my f!nger$ still inside her, moving faster now, fvck!ng her deep while my mind went completely blank except for how worm and w3t she felt.
“Fvck, I really want you,” I hissed. “Fvck. Fvck.”
I was losing it. Completely. There was no holding back left in me. Everything I’d bottled up, every d!rtie thought I had about her, every second of restraint was just breaking all at once. She felt too good, sounded too perfect, her moans were driving me insane.
Then she looked at me, her eyes wild and full of need, and said, “Then take me, Ryan… stop holding back and take me. Right here, right now, please.”
That did something to me.
My fingers picked up pace instantly, fvck!ng into her harder, deeper, while my c0ck rubbed against her cvnt through both our clothes. She was a mess now, her arms wrapped around my neck, moaning into my ear like she didn’t care who heard or where we were. And I didn’t either. My lips were on her neck, biting, kissing, ponting against her skin as I grinded into her like I wanted to tear our clothes apart.
I groaned, deep and low, then grabbed her and lifted her up, making her legs wrap around me tight, her dress riding up high and my cock pressing right against her clit through her panties. She gasped and dug her nails into my back, her hips rolling into mine like she needed me inside her.
“Fvck, I swear I want to rip this dress off and just take you here,” I growled into her ear, grinding into her harder. “I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to see you naked, underneath me, begging!
“Then do it,” she begged. “Please, Ryan. Stop holding back.”
I crashed my mouth on hers, swallowing her moan as my fingers plunged back into her, fvcking her rough and fast curling just right until she broke apart in my arms. Her whole body jerked, her cvnt squeezing around my fingers her head thrown back as she came hard, her moans loud and desperate.
I pulled my fingers out slow, my eyes never leaving hers, and brought them to my mouth.
“You taste so fvcking good,” I said while sucking her off my fingers, my eyes locked to hers.
She was panting, sweaty, looking like she just ran through hell and loved every second of it. I grabbed her neck gently and pulled her mouth to mine again, kissing her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
I wanted more. I wanted everything.
And that scored the shit out of me.
I pulled back with a frustated groan, my body still hard, my dick throbbing so bad it felt like torture.
She touched my cheek. “That wasn’t a mistake.”
I looked at her, my heart still pounding. “No… it wasn’t a mistake, Anna. But that doesn’t mean it was right.”
She pulled away, her expression changing. “So what now? We’re just gonna pretend this didn’t happen? You’re still gonna send me out of your house after this, huh?”
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