Sinfully Yours

Chapter 4

"f**k!" Liam pulled out of her so fast it made her gasp. "Go, go, go!"

Elara scrambled off the counter, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. Her clothes were scattered across the kitchen floor her shirt by the fridge, her bra dangling from a chair, her jeans crumpled near the doorway.

"Thirty seconds," Liam hissed, yanking up his pants. He grabbed her clothes and shoved them into her arms. "Back door. Now."

She didn't think, just ran. Her bare feet slapped against the tile as she bolted through the kitchen, clutching her clothes to her naked body. Behind her, she heard Liam frantically wiping down the counter, the sound of the front door unlocking echoing through the house.

Elara burst through the back door just as she heard her mother's voice from the foyer. "Liam? Are you home?"

She pressed herself against the side of the house, heart hammering so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. Her hands shook as she tried to pull on her jeans, hopping on one foot while struggling with the zipper. The late afternoon sun felt obscene against her flushed skin, still slick with sweat and him.

Through the kitchen window, she could see Liam leaning casually against the counter, sandwich in hand, as their parents walked in. He looked completely composed, like he hadn't just been buried inside her moments ago. Like they hadn't almost been caught in the most catastrophic way possible.

"Hey," she heard him say, his voice steady. "How was the club?"

Elara finally got her jeans on and pulled her shirt over her head, not bothering with her bra she'd stuffed it in her pocket. She waited another minute, forcing her breathing to slow, then circled around to the front of the house.

She walked in through the front door, trying to look casual. "Oh, you're back early."

Her mother turned, smiling. "The event was canceled. Some issue with the caterer." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are you coming from outside?"

Elara's mind went blank for a terrifying second. "I... was sitting on the porch. Reading." She held up her phone as evidence, praying her mother wouldn't notice she was trembling.

"Without shoes?" Marcus observed, his gaze dropping to her bare feet.

"I like the feeling of grass," she said quickly. Too quickly. "It's... grounding."

Marcus's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than comfortable, then shifted to Liam. Something flickered across his face suspicion? Curiosity? Elara couldn't tell, but it made her stomach clench with dread.

"Well, we're ordering pizza for dinner," their mother announced. "You two hungry?"

"Starving," Liam said, and when his eyes met Elara's across the kitchen, the heat in them nearly made her knees buckle.

That night, Elara lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her body still humming with residual adrenaline. They'd been seconds away from complete disaster. Seconds. If their parents had walked in thirty seconds earlier...

Her phone buzzed.

**Liam:** You awake?

**Elara:** Can't sleep.

**Liam:** Me neither. That was too close.

**Elara:** We need to stop. This is insane.

**Liam:** I know.

A pause. Then:

**Liam:** Come to my room.

**Elara:** Are you f*****g crazy? They're right down the hall.

**Liam:** I need to see you. Please.

She should say no. She should turn off her phone and force herself to sleep and pretend this afternoon never happened. They'd dodged a bullet, and the smart thing the only thing was to end this before someone got hurt.

She was out of bed before she could talk herself out of it.

The hallway was dark, the house silent except for the distant sound of her stepfather's snoring. She crept to Liam's door and slipped inside, closing it softly behind her.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, his expression raw and vulnerable in a way she'd never seen before.

"We almost got caught," he said quietly. "We almost lost everything."

"I know." She crossed to him, and he pulled her between his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his face against her stomach.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice muffled against her shirt. "It's driving me crazy. You're driving me crazy."

She threaded her fingers through his hair, her own emotions a tangled mess of desire and fear and something deeper she wasn't ready to name. "This is wrong, Liam. We both know it."

"Then why does it feel so right?" He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. "Tell me you don't feel it too. Tell me I'm alone in this."

She couldn't. Because she did feel it—this consuming, obsessive need that went beyond just physical attraction. It was like he'd gotten under her skin, into her blood, and now she couldn't imagine going back to before.

"You're not alone," she whispered.

He stood, cupping her face in his hands, kissing her with a tenderness that made her chest ache. This wasn't the rough, desperate f*****g they'd been doing. This was something else. Something more dangerous.

"We have to be smarter," he murmured against her lips. "More careful."

"We have to stop," she countered, even as her hands slid down his chest, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen.

"We will," he lied, walking her backward toward his bed. "After tonight."

They fell onto the mattress together, and this time they moved slowly, quietly, every touch deliberate and controlled. He peeled off her clothes with reverent care, his mouth following the path of his hands—her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his tongue circling her n****e until it peaked hard against his lips.

She arched into him, biting back a moan as his hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. He stroked her slowly, building the pressure with maddening patience, his thumb circling her c**t while two fingers worked inside her.

"Liam," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "Please."

"Shh," he whispered, covering her mouth with his free hand. "You have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded frantically, and he rewarded her by increasing his pace, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made her see stars. The orgasm built slowly, a wave gathering strength, and when it finally crashed over her, she bit down on his palm to keep from crying out.

He didn't give her time to recover. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his c**k pressing against her entrance, and pushed inside with one slow, deep thrust. They both froze, the sensation overwhelming, their eyes locked in the darkness.

"I love how you feel," he groaned softly, starting to move. "So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for me."

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and they found a rhythm slow and steady, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His mouth found hers, swallowing her moans as the pleasure built again, coiling tight in her core.

"Touch yourself," he commanded quietly. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

She slid her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding her c**t, and the added stimulation sent her spiraling. Her walls clenched around him, and he buried his face in her neck, his own release following seconds later as he spilled inside her with a muffled groan.

They lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard, the reality of what they'd just done settling over them like a weight.

"You should go," he whispered, though his arms tightened around her. "Before someone wakes up."

She nodded but didn't move. Not yet. For just a few more minutes, she wanted to pretend this was normal. That they were normal.

Finally, reluctantly, she extracted herself from his embrace and pulled on her clothes. At the door, she paused, looking back at him.

"This can't keep happening," she said.

"I know," he replied.

They both knew it was a lie.

Monday morning at school, Elara was at her locker when Maya appeared, arms crossed, expression serious.

"Okay, I've been patient, but you're telling me what's going on. Right now."

"Maya, I told you—"

"Bullshit. You've been acting weird for weeks, and now you're walking around like you're in some kind of daze. Plus..." Maya leaned in, lowering her voice. "I saw you and Liam in the parking lot this morning. The way he looked at you? That wasn't brotherly, Elara."

Elara's blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb. I know something's going on between you two." Maya's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Oh my god. It's him, isn't it? Liam is the guy you've been sleeping with."

"Keep your voice down!" Elara hissed, grabbing Maya's arm and pulling her into an empty classroom.

"Are you insane?" Maya whispered furiously. "He's your stepbrother!"

"I know! Don't you think I know that?" Elara's hands shook as she ran them through her hair. "It just... happened. And now I can't stop it."

"You have to stop it. Jesus, Elara, if your parents find out—"

"They won't. No one can know. Please, Maya. You can't tell anyone."

Maya stared at her for a long moment, conflict warring across her face. "This is going to blow up in your face. You know that, right?"

"I know."

"And when it does, it's going to destroy your family."

"I know," Elara repeated, her voice breaking.

Maya sighed, pulling her into a hug. "You're my best friend, so I'm not going to say anything. But you need to end this before someone else figures it out. Because trust me, if I noticed, other people will too."

As they left the classroom, Elara's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. Her stomach dropped as she read it:

**Unknown:** I know what you and Liam are doing. We need to talk.