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  With that, his seed speared endlessly onto my tongue, seeping like a hot waterfall down my throat. I was barely touching myself anymore but I shook to orgasm from merely watching Liam’s gorgeous face contort. He gnashed his teeth as he flooded my mouth with his bitter pleasure, his grip tightening on my hair, on my throat. In that moment, it felt like I was his. In every way, Liam owned me. Yet at the same time, it felt as if he were freeing me, giving me the escape I’d wanted from the sweet little princess I was supposed to be for him. That poor, damaged little thing.

  I wanted her gone. I deserved pleasure too, and now, I was finally getting it.

  “Good girl.” Liam’s eyes smoldered into me as I flashed him a peek of my clean tongue before running its tip along my parted lips, cleaning up the last few drops of his seed that had overflowed from my mouth. He watched every second of my display before shoving me back down on the couch, still possessed by rage and lust. “Now you’re going to come again for me, Sash. And this time, you’re going to say my name.” He climbed on top of me and slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping with instant strength and speed that brought me quickly back to the edge. The second he sucked the tip of my breast into his mouth, I was unraveling. But it only got better. With the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, a storm of sensation rocked my whole body. It was merciless and suddenly, I was screaming his name.

  “Again,” he growled.

  “Liam! Oh God…”

  Liam stared into my eyes as he watched me come and come down, fire flaming behind those pools of dark green. Withdrawing from my pussy, he slid his finger into my mouth. I was weak but sucked it dry, feeling the last bit of his cum drip onto my belly as my exhausted, deliriously pleasured body failed to stay awake. The last thing I remembered before drifting into true slumber was Liam. He carried me into my room and tucked me into my bed.

  I had the capacity to wonder what the hell he must be thinking before finally falling asleep.

  Chapter Three

  The apartment was quiet when I woke up the next morning. I didn’t hear Liam making breakfast in the kitchen – usually coffee and something high-protein since he always hit the weight room first thing in the morning. He owned the city’s premiere training camp, an exclusive gym in Hell’s Kitchen known for coaching elite boxers, wrestlers and – Liam’s specialty, MMA fighters. I loved all the guys at the gym but they were the reason I was never sure of whom my real friends were. I’d known my best friend, Aria Pettit, since before Liam came into my life, so there was no doubting her. But all the girls post-Liam were suspect, since I’d discovered on many occasions that they were more interested in the muscled men I knew than they were in my actual friendship.

  Jenna Pettit was one of those girls. She was Aria’s cousin and she’d never shown interest in me until after meeting and Googling Liam. Since then, she tagged along whenever Aria mentioned that she was coming to see me, which was exactly what happened this morning. Liam had clearly headed to the gym early, so I invited Aria over because I was in desperate need of confessing to what I’d done with him. I had been faking my sleep but last night still felt like the most unreal dream and it made me at once hot, guilty, aroused and ashamed. I needed to let it all out.

  But then Jenna came waltzing into the apartment behind Aria, a skipping blur of light hair and tanned limbs. “Oh.” Her shoulders promptly slumped. “Is Liam not home?”

  “No, I think he went to the gym early this morning.”

  “What, he wasn’t up late last night? Fucking some girl against your wall?” Jenna smirked. I shot Aria a look.

  “Sorry! I don’t tell her most of the things you tell me, but she bugs me about him all the time. I give her little tidbits just to shut her up,” Aria explained, setting down her Starbucks tray and handing me a latte. I let out a breath through my nose. I could never stay mad at anyone who supplied me with coffee. “Now what was it that you were so eager to talk to me about?” she asked, sipping her berry tea.

  “Um…” I trailed off, realizing there was no way to say it in front of Jenna, who stared with hawkish eyes at me.

  “Is it Liam-related? Oh God – he has a girlfriend, doesn’t he?” She clamped a hand over her chest. “Please say no because I’ll die. I’ve been waiting too long for him.”

  “You? What about Sasha?” Aria argued. They were both well versed on my lust for Liam at this point, and Aria had long maintained that we’d eventually get together. Jenna, of course, was on the other side of that argument.

  “What about Sasha?” she asked, looking to me with a snort. “You know I love you, girl, but you’re too vanilla for that man. He’s got manly needs and you’re a total goody two shoes.”

  Aria swung her purse at her cousin. I brushed it off. “It’s fine, she can say what she wants. Um – Aria? Can I talk to you in private for a second? About that… thing?”

  “What thing?”

  “You know. That… thing.”

  Aria looked at me all wide-eyed. Bless my best friend – she was the kindest girl in the world but way too honest to pick up on fake signals like this. She stood there for another few clueless seconds before we heard several pairs of footsteps in the hall.

  “Omigod, Liam!” Jenna squealed.

  She flew to the door but it opened before she could get it, and she stumbled back, her blue eyes positively gleaming as a few of the guys from the gym walked in first. Amusement curled their lips as Jenna and Aria stood and gaped, having yet to master the art of containing their fangirling. But who could blame them? One stone-carved fighter was enough to bring the strongest girl to her knees, but here we had three, including Liam, whose harsh eyes immediately locked upon mine. I backed up against the wall for support, thanking God that I had experience in keeping my shit relatively together. After so many years around Liam and his friends, I’d been effectively trained into looking unfazed by even the most heart-stopping gorgeousness.

  “Damn, it’s crowded in here,” A.J raised his eyebrows. A.J Rutkowski was the boxer of the crew who had turned to coaching since being sidelined by injury. He was also the comic relief who was a bit of a bro, drank everyone under the table and loved to tell me that Liam probably jacked off to me every time he showered – which he reminded me, was at least twice a day. “That’s a lot of jizz with your name on it,” he’d say, ever the romantic. Aria had the world’s biggest crush on him so she went just about mute the second he spoke. Meaning it was about to turn into Jenna’s show. “So, what, we having a party up here?” A.J smirked.

  “At 10AM? Absolutely,” I laughed.

  “Well, who says tequila isn’t for breakfast?” Jenna purred. A.J pointed at her.

  “Boom. I like the way this girl thinks,” he said, clapping his hands together. Smirking next to him was Liam’s best friend, Max Heath. I considered him a friend too, since he was the only one willing to train my weak ass when I visited the gym. Dark blonde, bearded and ponytailed, he was basically a Norse god, and if it weren’t for Liam’s existence, I’d be convinced that Max was the hottest man on Earth.

  But of course, he wasn’t.

  Not by a long shot.

  I took in a silent, jagged breath as Liam stepped slowly toward me, his friends busy talking to mine. “Sasha.” His voice was firm when he reached me and grabbed my wrist. “A word,” he said, his eyes pinned to me.

  And without anyone noticing, he pulled me into his bedroom.

  My heart was pounding out of my chest once we got inside. I stood on shaky knees as I watched him shut and lock the door. I could hardly breathe as he turned to me, a heather grey Henley clinging to his muscles, stretching desperately under his broad shoulders with every deep breath he took in. I was too nervous to let the silence go on any longer. “Is this about last night?”

  He closed the gap between us. “Yes.” His stare burned through me. “You weren’t asleep.”

  I meant to lie but my lips betrayed me. “No.”

  “Right.” Liam’s jaw was tight and his head tilted j
ust so, in a way that made my heart absolutely hammer. “And what inspired that charming little act of yours?”

  I swallowed hard. I had nothing to go with but the truth, so I let it all out. “I… wanted you to see my body.”

  “You wanted me to see you naked.”

  “Yes.”

  “Why is that?”

  I was trembling at this point. I wrung my hands in attempt to keep them still. “I… I wanted you to touch me.”

  “I’m not supposed to touch you. You’re well aware of that.”

  I nodded. “I just… needed to feel it. I’ve needed it for so long, Liam – ” My voice broke off and my eyes fell in shame to the floor. I’d done myself a disservice by staying with Ethan all those years. He was my first everything and yet I’d never really felt a thing with him. I had thought for so long that he was the one – my mother loved him and admired his WASP-y family. My friends called him Prince Charming. He was only twenty-six when he sold his first start-up for a cool two million dollars and decided to make me his wife. But I felt no pleasure around him. I felt more pleasure thinking about my stepbrother than I did while having actual sex with Ethan. “I’m sorry, Liam,” I finally exhaled. “I just wanted to know what it felt like to… feel good. To feel satisfaction.”

  Liam tipped my chin firmly up. “And did you find out?” I locked my knees at the sight of his anger. It was as sexy as it was intimidating and turned my knees into jelly.

  “Yes.”

  “How good did you feel last night, Sasha?”

  “Better than I’ve ever felt in my life.”

  “Did you like taking my cock in your mouth?” he asked. When I nodded, his lip curled. “Say it.”

  “I liked taking your cock in my mouth.”

  His strong grip spread to cup my jaw. “You realize that I’m your stepbrother, right?”

  “Yes.”

  He backed me up against the wall. “You realize that this is wrong, baby. Don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I had one rule I said I’d never break and you forced me to, Sasha. I felt fucking out of control. I’m the person who wants to take care of you, and if I had taken advantage of you, I couldn’t live with myself.”

  “You didn’t, Liam. And I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” Gripping my face, fixing his glare on mine, Liam grabbed hold of my flimsy neckline. I gasped as he ripped it down, exposing me again. He stared into my eyes as he grabbed my breasts, roughly fondling them, sucking sharp breaths in between his clenched teeth as his fingers kneaded and massaged. I was frozen – paralyzed with shock and arousal as Liam’s hand tore the thin cotton clean off my body, tossing it aside like some worthless rag. “Just know,” he muttered, sliding his rough hand down the front of my shorts and into my panties. His hand on my jaw grew firmer as I moaned, feeling his fingers stroke the length of my soaking wetness. “That I was never going to break that seal, Sash. I’d have no control around you and I knew that.” Liam slid his fingers inside me, soaking in my wide-eyed look as my walls pulsed with instant need around him. “I was going to keep all those urges locked away,” he murmured, his thrust picking up speed. “But you opened up Pandora’s box and now I know.” He pinned me up against the wall as my legs gave out. “Now I know how those perfect tits feel in my hands. I know how those pretty lips feel wrapped around my cock. And I know just how fucking tight this little pussy is.”

  Liam pressed me hard against the wall as he thrust his fingers in and out of me with ruthless abandon, muttering the sexiest filth an inch from my face as he got me to come. The orgasm ripped from my lips. He clamped his hand over my mouth, snarling with satisfaction as hot pleasure shot straight to my core, crumbling me against the wall.

  “And all I can say is if you think that feels good, just you fucking wait till I bury every inch of my cock inside you,” Liam growled, smoothing my palm over his hard-on. I moaned and writhed, craving it so desperately inside me. “You want it?”

  “Yes,” I panted, gasping weakly as he threw me onto his bed. I barely landed on my stomach before he pulled me to the edge of the mattress and tore down my shorts. I clutched the sheets, sensing his rising palm without even looking. I cried out when I felt Liam bring it down in a hard spank on my right cheek.

  “I’m going to have fun punishing you for that little stunt, Sasha,” he smirked, his voice hoarse in my ear as he lay on top of me. I felt the weight of his body on my back and heard the metal jangling of his belt buckle. With a heavy drop, his erection fell hot between my thighs. My panties still on, Liam started thrusting. “Would you like to know where I intend on fucking you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “I’m going to fuck you against the window for everyone to see.” He thrust against me between his every answer. “I’m going to fuck you in the stairwell. I’m going to fuck you in the backseat of my car while we’re on the way to the gym and I’m going to fuck you in my office with the door open. I’m going to make sure everyone hears how loud I make you scream my name, Sasha.”

  “But they know…” I moaned deliriously as he flipped me onto my back and rubbed my pussy over my panties, jerking off as he hovered over me.

  “What do they know, Sasha?”

  “I’m your stepsister. That you’re not supposed to…”

  “You’re right. I’m not. And I wasn’t going to but you decided to make that choice impossible for me last night, and I’m not one to take half-measures. So if I’m fucking you, Sasha, everyone’s going to know it. I don’t hide my choices and I’m sure as shit not going to hide you anymore if I don’t have to. Now push those perfect tits together,” he demanded. I obliged and he slid his silky cock between my breasts, thrusting powerfully and groaning down at me with every long stroke. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this body, Sasha. You have no fucking clue.”

  I’ve wanted you for longer, I wanted to say. But sensation was rocketing to my clit as Liam pumped furiously, using my body just as I wanted him to. I moaned, pushing my breasts together, molding them tighter to his shaft as I felt him swell even harder between me. I watched in awe when he finally jerked his cock and with a roar, came all over my breasts, drawing back to growl and admire his thick, pearly handiwork.

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this image.” He cupped my right breast and thumbing a drop of his seed. He rubbed it over my hard nipple like a lush body cream. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t help but love the way he staked his claim on me – it was simple, carnal and easily the sexiest thing I’d ever felt in my life. “I’m going to do everything I’ve ever dreamt of doing to you, Sasha,” Liam muttered. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  I bit my lip. I was so overcome with dizzy satisfaction that it barely occurred to me that I looked completely obvious walking out of Liam’s bedroom. My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a mess and since he’d torn my top off my body, I was wearing one of Liam’s T-shirts. Luckily, A.J and Max had already left to probably get food, since they ate about twelve meals a day, and Jenna had predictably followed, leaving Aria alone in the living room, twiddling on her phone till she glanced up. One look at me and her jaw dropped.

  “What just…?” Her eyes flicked to Liam as he came up behind me. From the sound of it, he was only just pulling up his zipper. “Oh my – halle-fucking-lujah!” Aria screamed before bursting into a bunch of giddy squeals and proceeding to embarrass the ever-loving shit out of me. “Liam! Did you two just…? Omigod, you have no idea how long she’s wanted this, Liam! Since the day she walked in on you at the dinner party!”

  The look he gave me suggested that he had no idea that had ever happened. A dirty smirk spread his lips and as my cheeks burned, I shook my head, trying but failing to get used to this bizarre new reality. I was fooling around with my stepbrother, my best friend had just found out and the rest of the world was about to as well. I had to laugh.

  At least until I thought about my older sis
ter, Riley.

  I’d never told her about my feelings for Liam because she was the first to declare her love for him, meaning she had “dibs” if our parents ever divorced. But she was married now, so it couldn’t be a big deal – right?

  Of course, my mother would probably still lose her mind.

  Liam’s father, too.

  Shit.

  Suddenly, I remembered why Liam and I were so very wrong together. I wanted it. I was certain I needed it and honestly, I didn’t regret a second of it. But in my heat, I’d briefly forgotten how much chaos would come with it.

  “Come on, let’s get something to eat,” Liam murmured to me, his hand on the small of my back as he ushered me out the door. I smiled at him despite my racing pulse, walking out the door and forcing myself to giggle with Aria as I reminded myself that it was all on me.

  I was the one who had opened Pandora’s box.

  Chapter Four

  After getting lunch with our friends, I didn’t see Liam for the rest of the day, which was pure torture, especially considering the way his fingers brushed my thighs under the table all afternoon. I was worked up and ready to feel his hands all over my body but unfortunately, he held off on the sex and I knew exactly why. He was an absolute animal in the bedroom. He only ever gave his all and there was no giving his all in the gym if he’d already given it in the sack. It was why he generally slept with his girls at night. Train, eat, fuck, sleep. And repeat. He and his friends were all the same in that way and I’d known it for ages. So if I wanted him, I’d have to wait till evening, when he got back from the gym.

  And that sucked. A lot. Luckily, I had a job to distract me. Not so luckily, I worked with the person I least wanted to find out about me and Liam – my sister.

  Riley and I had pooled our savings last year to open our gastropub, The Queen. The Queen’s Lounge, really, but everyone called it The Queen. It was a cozy, fifty-seater in the not-so-glamorous part of SoHo, close to the tunnel into Jersey. It was all we could afford and we weren’t sure it would bring in much business but we became an instant hit when Liam started coming with the guys from the gym. After training, they’d swing by to grab a bite and a beer. Women caught on to the fact that The Queen was the unofficial bar of the city’s top MMA fighters and trainees and suddenly, they were coming in hordes. And with the pretty girls came the men so before we knew it, Riley and I were set in terms of business.