The Wrong Kind Of Love

The Truth In My Heart

YULIA

The question hung in the air. My father frowned slightly. “What's taking you so long to answer?”

I forced a small laugh. “Nothing… I was just surprised.”

“Why?” he asked.

I set my fork down carefully. “Because… I've gotten used to staying at Kendrick's place.”

My father raised a brow. “You have?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I thought I'd hate it at first, but it's actually been nice.”

Daphne smiled immediately. “See? I told you she'd settle in.”

I smiled back. “It's not just the house.”

My father's expression became curious. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “I've met some really nice people. Kendrick's friends are great. Damon and Sophie have basically adopted me at this point.”

Kendrick snickered.

Daphne laughed. “I can see Sophie doing that.”

A slow smile appeared on my father’s face. “Well, that's good.”

Relief washed through me.

“But… school reopens next week.” He proclaimed.

I groaned internally but nodded. “It does.”

“So when are you planning on coming home?”

I shared a glance with Kendrick. “I was thinking Friday.”

My father blinked. “Friday?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmmm…”

Daphne shook her head. “William, leave her alone.”

“I'm just asking questions.”

“Interrogating,” Daphne corrected.

“Occupational hazard.”

We burst into laughter.

“Why Friday specifically?” My father asked, tilting his head to watch me.

Because every extra day with Kendrick felt precious. Because I wasn't ready to leave. Because the thought of waking up somewhere he wasn't made my chest ache.

Instead, I simply said, “Because school starts Monday. It makes sense.”

My father studied me for a long moment. Then slowly nodded. “Fair enough.”

I released a breath. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

Then his eyes shifted toward Kendrick. “She's not causing trouble, is she?”

Kendrick leaned back casually, ruffling his hair. “Depends on your definition of trouble.”

My heart stopped. My father narrowed his eyes.

Daphne laughed. “What does that mean?”

Kendrick smirked. “It means she talks back.”

I kicked him under the table. Hard. He barely reacted.

My father chuckled. “Sounds like my daughter.”

The conversation moved on after that. Dinner ended almost an hour later, and we left.

As we settled in Kendrick’s car and I buckled my seatbelt, I felt his stare on my face.

“What?”

A slow grin spread across his face. He leaned closer. “You want to stay.”

It wasn't a question, but I still answered. “Yes.”

“Good.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You know exactly what you do to me?”

“What do I do to you?”

“This.” It was the last thing he said before his lips crushed into mine.

A slow devouring one. It was an overflow of longing, desperation, and frustration. All my walls were collapsing in on themselves while he broke me apart and put me back together. With his tongue. His lips. His kiss.

Right now, I don’t know how to be anything other than the mess he’s made of me. I don’t know how to do anything but sustain myself on his kisses. His silent promises and loud breathing. His soft licks and unyielding embrace.

He had me wrapped up in him so tight it felt like his arms were exactly where I’m supposed to be. It was all spellbound. Too much.

“This is what you do to me, Yulia.” His whispered words pulled me out of my head. Out of my haze. I studied his face, wondering if how I felt was the same with him.

*****

“Kendrick!!!” I shrieked as he crossed the living room with me tossed over his shoulder like I weighed nothing at all. “Put me down!”

“Nope,” he said as he climbed the stairs two at a time.

He finally laid me on his bed, gazing at me. “You’re so beautiful, Babygirl.”

I blushed at his words, and before I could answer, he was on me, kissing me again.

Soft lips went from my jaw to my neck to my forehead. When they finally landed on my lips, I breathed a sigh of relief and lost myself in the kiss.

I needed him inside me now.

As if reading my thoughts, Kendrick’s fingertips found the source of my need and curled under the band of my panties. He dragged them down over my hips with one hand in a languid motion that coaxed me into lifting my leg so he could pull them off.

My bare p***y rubbed against the hardness hiding behind his boxers, feeling him jerk and twitch beneath me while the ache in my center intensified.

I grinded against him until I didn’t know if the wetness on his boxers was from me or the precum leaking from his tip.

“Kendrick…” His name was a plea. I was begging because I needed him to always make me feel this good.

Greedily, I kept my hand inside his boxers and positioned him perfectly so that I felt every bit of friction from dragging myself back and forth on him.

He removed his boxers and plunged inside me with a swift move.

Licking along his jaw, I moaned when his harsh grip on me arrested my movements.

“So f*****g good,” he said hoarsely, slanting his hips so I yield to another inch of him.

My whimper was incoherent as I dropped my head to the crook of his neck. His hold didn’t lessen. Then he plunged his hips upward until almost all my resistance shattered.

“Kendrick!” I screamed into his skin.

“You can take more, Peaches.”

“I…can’t.”

But he wasn’t asking. He was telling me.

“Look how good you’re being, opening up for me.”

I gently pushed him to roll onto his back and sat on him.

Fuck! I felt the fullness of his d**k inside me. It was euphoric. And to put it simply, my undoing.

Needing more, I rolled my hips and sank until all of him was seated inside of me. I cried into his mouth when his hands massaged my ass, moving me in slow circles until I adjusted. The friction from his guidance made his length press against my walls in shallow strokes that felt like ecstasy.

My body molded around him like he was supposed to be inside of me, and I think I was addicted. To the pain. The fullness.

“More, Peaches.” Darkness drenched his command and threw me into action.

I wanted to please him. To make him proud. And I wanted to come for him, just like this.

The way I was sprawled on top of him let me go at a languid pace, but I felt every inch of him and loved it.

“f**k!” He growled and sucked my hard n****e, and I lost control.

Crying, I came for him, and he returned the favor, rocking up into me one more time before the warmth of his release hit my walls.

“Damn…” He pumped inside of me until he was limp, and the mess of our arousal ran down my thigh.

“You did so well, baby.” His mouth traveled to my temple as he pulled me closer, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared.

I should have been thinking about everything that could go wrong. Instead, I was thinking about him.

Yeah… I had gone too deep.

There was no way back now.

Because somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with my stepbrother.