“What? Valentina isn’t at your beck and call?” She chuckles, ignoring the part about our grandmother. “Well, that’s news. Could it be possible that my big brother is losing his touch with women?”
In one swift movement, I’m straddling her lap as I run my hands over her fleshy tits covered in the sheet, flicking, pinching her already hard nipples and punishing her with my touch as I tear moans out of her body. I dip my head close to her ear and mouth her neck, savoring the taste of her sweat. “I don’t even need to bury my fingers in your cunt right now to know you’re wet.” I bite her lip hard, making her cry out in pain. “I can smell it.”
“You bastard.” She grinds her pussy against my cock. She’s needy as fuck and at my mercy. Just how I like them. “What do you want me to do?” She swallows, breathing heavily.
“I want you to go to Paris and bring her back. Tell her that I’m falling apart without her. Make her believe it.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“Figure it out. I’m sure your pretty, little head can come up with something.”
“Why don’t you go?”
“Because she doesn’t want to see me. She’s also supposed to think I’m giving her the space she’s asked for.”
She chuckles. “You don’t know women at all, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
She sighs. “You have to go get her, silly man. Show that you care. You know she’s weak for you. You’re her kryptonite. Work your magic, make the pathetic grand gesture, and she’ll believe you.” Gwyneth smirks, her eyes taunting me. “Besides, if she hasn’t come back, maybe it’s because there’s someone else …”
“That’s impossible.” I get off of her and the bed, my hands already missing the warmth of her skin. “But I see your point,” I say as I walk to the door.
“Leaving already?” I hear her ask, her voice tinged with disappointment coming from behind.
I lock the door, making sure that no one will bother us. Then I turn around to look at her as a smile crosses my lips. A silent understanding passes between us, one that speaks of a bond that can’t be explained or reasoned.
“What are you doing?” Gwyneth asks as she sits up, reclining her back against the bedframe. The silk sheet slips down her body like a waterfall. My cock stirs at the sight of her perfect tits, full and heavy, and so unlike my flat-chested wife.
“Think I’ll keep you company for a while.” I begin to tug at my tie, loosen it, as my feet move, closing the space between us. Lust makes my blood pump hard and fast.
“Oh yes?” She smiles hungrily like a cat about to feast on the poor unsuspecting canary. Pushing the sheet to the side, Gwyneth spreads her legs open for me without shame. “Want to join me after all?”
When I’m standing next to her, I lean down, reach out and twist her hair in my hand, tug her head back, and make her look at me. I absorb the fear, need, and want in her eyes, the sick bastard inside me feeding off of it, before I kiss my stepsister hard on the lips. It’s a bruising, punishing, filthy kiss. Just how we like it.
As the kiss comes to an end, Gwyneth whispers against my lips, “No one kisses me like you do.”
“Correction.” I slowly unbuckle my belt, taking in the rosy color of her cheeks and her swollen lips. “No one fucks you like I do, little sister.”
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS since I last saw Sébastien, and not a minute has gone by when he doesn’t intrude my thoughts. When I don’t yearn for him. Every atom of my body begs me to go to him, but I’m giving him the space he needs while I figure out what my next step is.
After he left me that night, alone in bed, I realized the idyll was over. And as much as it tore me apart, I knew it was time to wake up and fix my mess. I wasn’t being fair to Sébastien and William. They both deserved better from me. But doubt was always one step behind me. Lurking. Whispering seductively in my ear. It made me question every choice and decision that had brought me to this point, coloring my future with uncertainty and fear. I hated it. I wanted to cover my ears while drowning out all the noise. But it wasn’t working. I could hear everything. Loud and clear.
Could I throw it all away for a few wonderful months with Sébastien? What-ifs turned into more what-ifs, driving me mad.
There’s a knock at the door, and I open it to find Sébastien standing in front of me. It takes all of my power to remain in place and not go to him. Throw myself at his feet. Beg him to take me. Before Sébastien came into my world, I thought life was as good as it was going to get. But then I was gifted a brief glimpse into a life where happiness wasn’t something I had once known and forgotten all about. It became real. Tangible. It had the texture of a man. The intoxicating smell of his cologne. It sounded like his laughter. Felt like his arms around me. He showed me what it was to be happy, so ridiculously happy. However, as I stare at his achingly beautiful features, fear that this might be all gone corrodes me from the inside out.
And that’s when I know the answer to all of my questions.
He walks in without saying a word. I can feel my pulse, hear it beating out of my chest as I shut the door behind me and turn to look at him, hoping to find the same answer in his eyes.
“Hi.”
He comes to me until our bodies collide. Crash. The outline of his hard body molds against every soft curve of mine. The tips of my nipples tingle with desire. My core throbs for him. He wraps an arm around my waist as he splays the fingers of his other hand behind my head, pulling me closer to him.
“I want you to need me like I need you. Violate you like you violate my thoughts. Fill you without shame and mercy. Lose myself in your body and never come back,” he hisses before crushing me in an embrace so hard, I feel the air escape my lungs. He quiets all the voices with this kiss. It’s desperate. Needy. And then because we have nothing else left to lose, we jump over the abyss and fall.
What a beautiful death it is.
Sébastien ends the kiss first. “I’m sorry about the other night.” He leans forward with his forehead pressed against mine as his hands go to the back of my neck, holding me captive with his blue gaze. “I lost my head. I thought that—have I lost you?”
I grip his tee with shaky hands, suddenly feeling like crying from joy. I can’t continue to lie to myself. I’m aware it might be too soon but love knows no time. No rules. No boundaries. No logic. Love sees and recognizes its missing piece. And I’m staring at mine. “Late at night when I’m all alone, I replay you, Sébastien. I replay the beginning. The middle. The moment I knew. You don’t have to make me choose because I choose you.” I stand on my tiptoes to cover his face with frantic kisses as a tremor runs through him. Or maybe it’s me. “I choose you.”
“You asked me the other day if I felt this.” I take his hand and place it over my heart. “Feel mine as it beats for you. Over and over. Again and again. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.”