PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (68 page)

“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.