MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION

CHAPTER 7

SCARLETT



"Say my name again," Damien's voice was deep and commanding.

My entire body responded to the sound of it. He knew exactly what effect he had on me, and he was making me wait on purpose. The tension was unbearable.

"Say it, Scarlett. Just the way you did a few moments ago," he repeated.

His hands had tightened into fists, like he was restraining himself. But I didn't want him to hold back. Not anymore. If saying his name was all it took to break that control, then I was going to do it. We weren't family yet. I could deal with the consequences later.

Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lip and called out his name. "Damien Cross."

I saw him swallow hard, and I could feel the tension radiating off him. The air between us crackled with electricity. Why was he looking at me like that? Like he wanted to devour me but was forcing himself to hold back?

"You're so dangerous, Scarlett," he said, his voice rougher now.

He moved closer, and I couldn't help but notice how tall he was. Had I never really looked at him before? Six feet, easily. Maybe more.

He leaned down, and his lips crashed into mine.

I melted instantly, sighing into the kiss as his hands gripped my waist. His lips moved against mine slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every second. He tasted incredible, intoxicating in a way I couldn't describe.

One of his hands found my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head spin while he kissed me deeper. His tongue traced my lower lip, seeking entrance, and I obliged without hesitation. When his tongue met mine, I shivered.

I felt drunk on him. How could my soon-to-be stepbrother make me feel this way?

His mouth trailed down to my neck, finding that sensitive spot that made my knees buckle. His strong arms held me up as he continued, and I was grateful because I couldn't have stood on my own.

When I was a trembling mess, he whispered against my ear, "Your legs can't even hold you up anymore, and I've barely touched you."

I nodded, unable to form words, and let out a soft sound of surrender.

He continued his assault on my senses, every touch calculated to drive me wild. His hands, his mouth, his voice, everything worked together to unravel me completely.

"Your body is perfect," he whispered against my skin. "And you're so sensitive."

I nodded, holding tightly onto the sink, maintaining eye contact, and breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nestled his head between my thighs, blowing hot air at my p***y, and without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

“Aren't you such a w***e, Scarlett? You are already dripping,” he drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my c**t slightly and then went on to knead my boobs and stroke my aroused n*****s at the same time.

I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and f*****g me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick hair for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the restroom.

“Yes… yes. Just like that, Damian. Do not stop,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that, don't you?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my p***y hard and fast. “Yes! Yes!”

His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers going in and out of me like lightning speed. f**k. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I screamed as I felt another climax coming.

“Oh my God,” I held onto him, my body twitching and spasm building. He kissed my p***y and then retracted his hand from it. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze met Damian's, now standing upright and licking his fingers clean of my juice.

I could barely breathe, barely think. All I could do was hold on as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me.

He was methodical, focused, relentless. Every move designed to push me closer to the edge. And when I finally fell over it, crying out his name, he didn't stop. He kept going until I was completely spent, my body shaking with aftershocks.

"That was intense," he said, his voice satisfied as he pulled back to look at me. "I always knew you wanted me, Scarlett."

I opened my eyes to find him standing there, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

And that's when reality started to creep back in.

What had we just done?