Sinfully Yours

Chapter 3

Liam grabbed Elara's wrist and yanked her behind a stack of wrestling mats just as the door swung open. They pressed themselves flat against the wall, barely breathing, their hearts hammering in unison.

"Dude, I swear I saw someone come in here," a male voice said Tyler, the team captain.

"You're paranoid, man. It's empty." Another voice, closer. Footsteps echoed on the concrete floor.

Elara's chest heaved silently against Liam's back. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs, the evidence of what they'd just done. If they were discovered now, like this, disheveled and flushed...

"Grab the cones and let's go. Coach is gonna lose his s**t if we're late again."

The sounds of equipment being gathered seemed to last an eternity. Elara felt Liam's hand find hers in the darkness, squeezing tight. Finally, mercifully, the door slammed shut.

They waited another full minute before moving, then collapsed against each other, adrenaline and relief flooding through them in equal measure.

"That was too f*****g close," Liam breathed, but his eyes were bright, almost wild. The danger had clearly affected him the same way it had her—she could feel him hardening again against her hip.

"We can't keep doing this," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, pressing closer to him.

"I know." His mouth found her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin below her ear. "But tell me you don't want to."

She couldn't. Because she did want to. Desperately. Constantly. It was consuming her, this need for him.

They slipped out of the shed separately, five minutes apart, but Elara felt his eyes on her the entire walk to the parking lot.

That night at dinner, the tension was suffocating.

Their stepfather, Marcus, was in rare form, going on about some work project while their mother nodded along dutifully. Elara pushed her chicken around her plate, hyperaware of Liam sitting directly across from her.

"So, Elara," Marcus said suddenly, making her jump. "Your mother tells me you've been distracted lately. Everything okay at school?"

"Fine," she said quickly. Too quickly. "Just... stressed about finals."

"Hmm." Marcus's eyes narrowed slightly. "And you, Liam? You've been pretty quiet this week."

Liam shrugged, his expression carefully neutral. "Just tired. Work and school, you know."

But under the table, his foot found hers again, sliding up her calf with deliberate slowness. Elara bit the inside of her cheek, fighting to keep her expression blank as his toes traced patterns on her inner thigh.

"Well, you two seem to be getting along better," their mother observed with a smile. "I'm glad. It was rocky at first when we all moved in together, but now you're like real siblings."

Elara nearly choked on her water. Liam's foot pressed higher, dangerously close to where she was already throbbing for him.

"Yeah," Liam said smoothly, his eyes locked on Elara's. "We've gotten really... close."

The double meaning wasn't lost on her. Heat flooded her face, and she excused herself quickly, mumbling something about homework.

She made it to her room and closed the door, leaning against it as she tried to catch her breath. This was spiraling out of control. They were getting reckless, taking stupid risks. Someone was going to notice. Someone was going to figure it out.

A soft knock made her freeze.

"It's me," Liam's voice came through the door.

She shouldn't open it. She should tell him to go away, that they needed to stop before everything exploded in their faces.

She opened the door.

He was inside in an instant, pressing her back against the wall, his mouth claiming hers with bruising intensity. She melted into him, all her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his touch.

"We have to be quiet," she gasped as his hands slid under her shirt, palming her breasts roughly.

"Then you better keep that pretty mouth shut," he growled, dropping to his knees.

He yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion, throwing her leg over his shoulder before she could protest. His tongue found her c**t immediately, circling and sucking with practiced precision. She bit down on her fist to keep from crying out, her other hand tangling in his hair as he devoured her.

He slid two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face as the pressure built impossibly fast.

"That's it," he murmured against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you."

She shattered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He worked her through it, lapping up every drop until she was trembling and oversensitive.

Before she could recover, he stood and spun her around, bending her over her desk. She heard his belt buckle, felt him position himself at her entrance, still slick and swollen from her orgasm.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, the head of his c**k teasing her.

"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes, Liam, please—"

He slammed into her, one hand clamping over her mouth to muffle her scream. He f****d her hard and deep, each thrust rattling the desk, sending pens and papers scattering to the floor. The risk of their parents hearing, of someone walking in—it only made it hotter.

"You feel so f*****g good," he groaned in her ear. "So tight and wet for me. You love this, don't you? Love being f****d by your stepbrother?"

The dirty talk sent her spiraling toward another orgasm. She nodded frantically against his hand, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"Come for me again," he commanded. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

His free hand snaked around to rub her c**t, and that was all it took. She came hard, her walls clenching around him as pleasure exploded through her body. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her with a muffled groan.

They stayed frozen like that, both panting, until reality crashed back in. He pulled out slowly, helping her straighten up on shaky legs.

"This is getting dangerous," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

"I know." He kissed her softly, a stark contrast to the rough way he'd just taken her. "But I can't stay away from you."

A door opened down the hall their parents' bedroom. They both froze.

"I should go," Liam breathed, but his eyes lingered on her, dark with residual hunger.

He slipped out just as footsteps approached. Elara quickly pulled on her clothes and dove for her textbook, trying to look studious when her mother knocked and peeked in.

"Just checking on you, honey. You okay? You left dinner so quickly."

"Yeah, just... cramps," Elara lied, grateful for the flush still coloring her cheeks.

Her mother's expression softened. "Poor thing. Get some rest, okay?"

When the door closed, Elara collapsed on her bed, her body still humming with satisfaction and her mind racing with fear. They were playing with fire, and sooner or later, they were going to get burned.

Saturday morning, Elara woke to a text from Maya: *We need to talk. Coffee at 10. Don't bail.*

Her stomach dropped. Maya knew something. Or suspected something. Either way, this wasn't good.

She met her friend at their usual café, trying to appear casual despite the anxiety gnawing at her gut.

Maya didn't waste time. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. Are you sleeping with someone?"

Elara's coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. "What? Why would you—"

"Because you've been acting weird all week. The hickeys, the constant distraction, the way you keep checking your phone and smiling. Plus, you have that look."

"What look?"

"The 'I'm getting regularly f****d' look." Maya leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So who is it? And why are you being so secretive?"

Elara's mind raced. She couldn't tell Maya the truth. But she also couldn't keep lying to her best friend.

"It's... complicated," she hedged.

"Is he older? Married? A teacher?" Maya gasped. "Oh my god, is it Mr. Harrison from English?"

"No! God, no. It's just... someone I can't really talk about right now."

Maya's expression shifted from curious to concerned. "Elara, you're not in trouble, are you? Like, this guy isn't pressuring you or—"

"No, nothing like that. I promise. It's just... new, and I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

Maya studied her for a long moment, then sighed. "Okay. But when you are ready, I'm here. And if this guy hurts you, I'll kill him."

If only she knew.

When Elara got home that afternoon, she found Liam in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Their parents were out some couples' thing at the country club.

"We're alone," he said, his eyes darkening as they raked over her.

"Liam, we need to talk—"

But he was already crossing to her, backing her against the counter. "Later. Right now, I need you."

And despite everything the close calls, the lies, the mounting danger she let him lift her onto the counter, let him peel off her clothes, let him bury himself inside her right there in the kitchen where anyone could walk in.

Because she needed him too. And that terrified her more than anything.

They were still tangled together, breathing hard, when they heard it the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

Their parents. Home early.

Elara's eyes went wide with panic as the car doors slammed shut outside.