Obsessed (Hostile Takeover #1) (7 page)

“Lower. Please, lower.”

My shorts came next, ripped off my body, leaving just my bathing suit bottoms.

Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod. This was it. I was about to have sex. For the first time. With him. With Kent. With a man I had dreamed about, had fantasized about, had tried mightily to forget since April. With a man I knew I should not want.

He was bad. So deliciously bad.

My insides clenched. Hot cream dampened the lining.

He audibly inhaled. “I can smell your cream. Intoxicating.” He pushed my knees apart. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

When I parted my thighs, I was rewarded. A single finger traced my lycra-covered slit, and I trembled. More heat pounded to my center. I had never been so hot, so tight all over, so desperate to be taken by any man before.

To think that I had almost convinced myself that I despised this man. And now…now I was writhing with decadent pleasure, hoping he wouldn’t torment me any longer. He was no prince charming. He was a jerk. And off limits. My stepbrother. But none of that mattered now. I needed him to touch me…
down there
. To stroke away the awful, glorious need he’d ignited in me.

“Please,” I whispered.

His fingers grazed my sensitive folds and I bit back a scream of frustration. No man had ever touched me there. It felt so good. And wrong. And thrilling. And terrifying.

And ahhhh-maze-zing.

But it wasn’t enough. More. I needed more.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged, thighs parting wider.

“Do you know what your begging does to me?” He pulled the crotch of my swimsuit bottoms aside and teased my flesh with a fingertip. “Baby, you are so wet. I want to eat away every last drop. And then I want to thrust into that slick, tight heat and make you scream.”

I quaked. My breathing quickened. My heartbeat thumped through my body. Waves of lust burned through my center. I was so empty, empty and clenching, and wet and hot. I ached. I burned. I quivered with need. My fingers curled into tight fists as his fingernail grazed my labia. My insides pulsed, and the air filled with the musty-sweet scent of my need.

I was shameless. He made me shameless. And desperate.

I
needed
his touch to delve deeper. Now.

Trembling from head to toe, I waited, my breath in my throat. My blood was like molten steel, burning through my body. Every nerve in my skin tingled.

This was so right…and so, so, so wrong.

He was my stepbrother. He was older than me. This could only end one way—badly. With my heart broken. And yet I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t give a damn about shoulds and should nots.

He cupped my sex with his hand and murmured, “If I take you today, this will be mine. Only mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I agreed without a second thought. Whatever he said. Whatever he wanted. Yes, oh yes. Anything.

When his finger slipped between my nether lips, I quaked. I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into my palms. Deeper. I wanted his touch to go deeper. To thrust inside, stretch me wide. To prepare me to take all of him.

God, this man could make me melt. I wanted him so badly, craved his thick length gliding in and out of my body, stroking away the horrible ache. I yearned to feel his weight on top of me, his arms around me.

“Beautiful,” he uttered as he lowered to his knees in front of me. He parted my slick folds. His tongue flicked over my clit, and my back arched. Such pleasure. Such overwhelming, mind-blowing bliss. I could barely breathe. I could barely stand it. More, I needed more. “Say it,” he whispered. Then he pulled my pearl into his warm mouth and suckled hard.

Sharp blades of pleasure pierced my insides, slicing through me. I lost it. Tears ran from my eyes, wetting my hair and lashes. “Take me. I’m yours,” I said as I rocked my head back and forth. “Please, take me. Please. Yours. All yours. Only yours.” Strong arms cradled me, lowering me to the ground. I lay on a blanket of earth, a brilliant green canopy of leaves overhead. I was in heaven.

Kneeling beside me, he kissed his way down my body, stopping at the waist of my swimsuit bottoms. Within seconds, he had them off and knelt above me, gazing down at me with a look of utter fascination. Reverence. “You deserve better than this, Shayne. We can’t belong to each other, not the way we should. Not the way either of us want. And I want it more than you know. But it’s…impossible.”

I lifted my arms to him. “I don’t care. Just give me this. Today. This once. Only once, if that’s all we can have. Do that for me. Please?”

He unzipped his pants, pulled his thick rod out, and settled between my thighs. My heart raced. It was so big. How would it fit? How? “You will always be mine, Shayne, in my mind. I won’t ever forget this.” His rod plunged deep inside me, filling me completely.

At first all I felt was pain. A tearing, burning sensation that made me cry out. I was so full, too full. The ache to be stroked deeply was gone, replaced by a horrible discomfort.

“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Hurts.”

“I’m sorry baby. So sorry.” Bent forward, his weight resting on his forearms, Kent gently cradled my head in his hands and kissed my eyes, lapping away the tears streaming from them. “I wish I’d been stronger…for you. I tried.” He kissed my nose. He kissed my lips and they parted as a little sigh bubbled up my throat. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and caressed, tasted, seduced. Slowly, the sweet decadence of his kiss made me forget the pain and it eased. My tight inner walls relaxed. A pleasant warmth pulsed through me.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned into our joined mouths.

“Better?” He sprinkled little kisses all over my face.

I nodded.

“Good.” He eased his hips up, pulling almost out then glided back in, and a wave of pleasure rippled through my body. Now the sensation of his movements weren’t painful, they felt good.
Really
good. Unbelievably good. I felt my muscles ripple around him as they relaxed and tightened, fighting to accommodate his thickness. But the tighter they became, the better the friction felt. And within a few strokes, I was burning up again, but in a good way. A wonderful way.

Surrendering to the ecstasy, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Deep. Deeper. I wanted him to take me slowly, sweetly. No, harder, faster. As he thrust in and out, in and out, I rocked my hips. Our bodies worked as one, fitting together perfectly, hard and soft, male and female.

Hands caressed, stroked, clawed. Mouths tasted, kissed, bit. Heat swirled deep inside me, stoked to greater heights with each pounding beat of my heart.

So this was what all the fuss about sex was about, this crazy, wonderful, mind-blowing connection between two people, man and woman. Bodies one. Minds one. This was what I’d been waiting for, fantasizing about.

It was nothing like masturbating to a quick and easy climax. It was…magical. And I didn’t want it to end, even though my body craved release, every cell, every nerve.

This was where I belonged. In this man’s arms. Beneath him. Beside him. To hell with what anyone else thought. I relinquished my body to him. It was his, all his. Forever, I wished. But probably not. Most likely just this one time. It was worth all the heartbreak that would come later. Oh, yes. So worth it.

Still buried deep inside my tight channel, he sat upright, on his knees and pressed his moistened thumb to my clit. Round and round it went. Back and forth. His cock slid in and out.

“You are the most amazing woman,” he uttered as he stroked me to ecstasy. “I will remember this day forever.”

Oh god, this felt so good, so right. My body’s temperature spiked. I writhed. I curled my fingers, clawing into the sweet-scented earth. “Yes, oh yes.” I was so hot, so tight. Everywhere. Feet. Legs. Scalp. Chest. So close. Almost there.

One more circle with the pad of his thumb and a powerful climax rippled out from my center like the shockwaves of a massive explosion.

He angled over me and slammed his cock into me. He pressed his lips to my neck, igniting the nerves there. My skin prickled with goose bumps even as massive waves of heat continued to batter me like tsunamis. His rough lovemaking drew out my pleasure, the friction oh so good against my sensitive channel. And then the wave of a second climax rolled over me, and I cried out. His voice joined mine as he quickly pulled out, spilling his seed on my stomach.

The warm wetness was an odd sensation on my belly, glistening and slippery. I smoothed my hand over it, spreading it as the little after-quakes of my orgasm twitched through my body.

Slick with sweat, and gasping, but looking gloriously beautiful in the dappled sunlight, Kent flopped down on the ground, rolled onto his side, and cradled me in his strong arms. He stroked my hair back and I smiled into his dark, sleepy eyes.

He smiled back.

And I knew, without any doubts that what he’d said was true. I was his. Always his. Even if it couldn’t be his girlfriend or wife. I would never feel for another guy what I felt with Kent. It was far too precious. Far too rare.

Tipping his head, he kissed my forehead. “As much as I’d love to do that again, it can never happen. You know that, right? We agreed.”

“Yes,” I muttered. We had agreed. At the time I would have agreed to anything. But that was beside the point. Now, with the lingering haze of pleasure lifting, and clarity returning, I knew he was right. Mom would be devastated if she found out about this. She’d told me over and over and over again that I could not let a man get in the way of my plans. And lofty plans she had for me, too. I was going to work for one year and then head off to grad school to get my master’s. She expected me to shoot for the stars, and to keep reaching until I made it. There was no room in that plan for a man, let alone an older man who also happened to be the son of my new stepfather.

I just hoped I could handle seeing Kent, living with him, without going crazy, now that we’ve…now that we’ve crossed a line we can’t uncross.

But I guess I had to. We both had to.

What other choice was there?

The End

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HOSTILE TAKEOVER 2
, the continuation of Kent and Shayne’s story.

Coming next, in
Hostile Takeover 2 – Consumed

by

Tawny Taylor

Hostile Takeover 2- Consumed - A Stepbrother Billionaire Romance

I hate him and yet I want him.

Kent Payne is gorgeous and rich and built like a god but he’s also a womanizing, irritating pain in my ass. On a whim I’ve given him the one thing I refused to give any other man—my virginity. But now things are worse than before. He has consumed me. Whenever he comes near, my body burns for his touch. Even though I know it’s wrong, I ache for the feel of his arms around me and I long for his kisses.

Until I learn he’s kept a secret from me.

A very big secret that will change everything…

SAMPLE

“If you wanted me gone, all you had to do was tell me,” I growled. “You didn’t have to buy me a fucking house.”

“I don’t want you to leave me.” He yanked, jerking me flush to him. His heat seared my body, blazing through my clothes. “If I had it my way you would stay in my house forever, and sleep in my bed every night. And I would make sweet love to you whenever I wanted, for as long as I wanted. And your belly would swell with our child. But none of that can fucking happen. I despise even the thought of you leaving. It makes me crazy.” He smashed his mouth on mine and kissed me until no words remained in my brain, until I’d forgotten where I was, what we’d been talking about.

My bones turned to rubber, melted by the blood boiling in my veins. My body didn’t care that the man I was kissing was now my stepbrother. It didn’t care that it looked bad for both of us, and our parents, if we had sex. Or god forbid, if I got pregnant.

All that mattered was the heavy need throbbing between my legs, the ache blooming like a beautifully dark and rare flower. My body craved this man. Every inch.

I clawed at his clothes, desperate to feel his warm, velvety skin gliding against mine just one more time, to smell the decadent scent of his skin, to taste the salty product of his need seeping from his erection. Only one more time. If that was all I could have, then it would be enough.

It would.

I prayed.

I swallowed the deep growl he uttered, quivering as it vibrated through my body. His need amplified mine. It was as if we were in tune to each other, as if our bodies worked as one, always striving to return two pieces to the whole in which they belonged.

I felt his desire escalating. His kiss deepened. His tongue stroked mine, stabbing and claiming and dominating. His hands gripped my hips forcing me backward until I was trapped between a wall and his rigid frame. His thigh wedged between mine, and I whimpered, thankful for the pressure against my center.

As he ravaged my mouth, I slid my hands down his torso until I found the fly of his pants. It was hard concentrating on what I was doing while being kissed to oblivion, but somehow I managed to unfasten his pants and pull his throbbing erection free.

His groan filled both our mouths as I curled my fingers around his velvety length and squeezed. Breaking the kiss, I slowly sank to my knees, my gaze locked on his thick girth and the droplet of wetness shimmering on its tip. My mouth watered as I parted my lips, pulling the slick head into my mouth.

Delicious. I swirled my tongue around and around. Kent curled his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. His hips eased forward, forcing his rod deeper into my mouth, and I opened to him, welcoming the invasion and trusting he wouldn’t push too deep. My throat muscles relaxed and he slipped deeper, into my throat. “Oh God,” he muttered. “Must stop this. Now.”

Stop? The thought was horrifying. Devastating. I couldn’t let it happen. Clasping him at the root with my hands, I took him deeper yet, his skin gliding over my flattened tongue inching down my throat.

Using my hair, he pulled my head away and back. He slid from my mouth. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my hungry gaze taking its time moving up from the thick, throbbing appendage that I’d just swallowed.

His gaze was sharp, his jaw clamped so tight the muscle twitched. “We can’t do this. We can’t. It isn’t that I don’t want you. I do. I want you. Oh god, do I want you bad. But there are a million reasons why this can’t go on.”

I knew he was right. But I didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t fair that my mother could be so fucking happy with a man she clearly adored, but I had to pretend Kent meant nothing to me.

It simply wasn’t fair.

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