100 Ways To Pleasure A Little Muse

Chapter 10

LORINA’S POV

If I were told a day like this would come, I would never believe it. A day where Killian, my step-brother, who I’ve been having secret fantasies for, would ask if I needed help with my ‘you’ problem.

My mind was still all over the place. His presence was domineering, stealing every breath of mine away.

I was panting like a starved dog, one that hasn't eaten for a little over a month. I was a second from devouring this hot man beside me.

He was so close ... .so close my finger itched to drag him by the back of his head until his lips met mine.

Thank goodness I had self control.

“I will help with that once we arrive at the camping site.” He whispered, his voice rugged and smooth.

A frown morphed my face. How did he intend to help my needy p***y when our parents would be around us?

My puzzled look gave away the fact that I had a question and a small smile, one that never reached his dark eyes stretched across his thin lips.

“You don’t have to worry about that, step-sister. Big brother would make you feel better.” Killian’s words were as innocent as ever. His words sounded like they could never hurt a fly, but deep inside me I knew he wasn’t a saint like his face portrayed.

In fact, he was nothing close to that.

This man was dangerous. And every word that came out of his mouth was no less dangerous, tempting and seductive.

I mean, I had watched him f****d a girl in the study room when Mom and Dad went on a vacation, a month after we joined the Powers family.

He f***s like a wild animal, one that was close to running feral.

Every thrust had my heart galloping out of my chest. I was taking a sneak peak through the small crack in the door and the way his hips rotated as he thrusted? He meant f*****g business.

Days and months after watching him f**k, I never stopped having wet dreams about him f*****g me brutally.

The crush I had for this man was something beyond obsession and no matter how hard I tried to forget him, it never worked.

Finally, we arrived at the camping site, and I was forced to pretend nothing had happened in the car between Killian and I.

He remained calm and collected, while I was a wet, wrecking mess.

“Lorina, go to tent number five with your brother.” Mom started as soon as she alighted from the car. Her hands interlocked with that of her husband. “Your dad and I need to get some things at the resort.”

I opened my mouth to project, but Killian was faster. “Don’t worry Mom, take your time.”

This man never spoke on my behalf, not even for once. He never regarded me either, so why was he so eager to help me this time?

I was puzzled, but before I could say a word, I found myself being dragged to the tent by my step-brother who had the most innocent smile stretched across his lips.

When I whipped my head in Mom’s direction, their car was gone. I could see it in the distance.

“What was that for?” I asked, as soon as we arrived at our already-made tent. I guess it was prepared by the staff of the resort before our arrival.

“What was what?” Killian paused, looking at me over his shoulder. Every trace of smile had vanished, replaced with a feral, desired-filled gaze.

“You don’t have the right to speak on my behalf.” I was putting up a font. One that wouldn’t give away the fact I was down-to-earth for this man.

“Oh, Little muse, I do.” The nickname caught me off-guard.

Killian wasn’t one to give nicknames, so what the hell changed?

“No, you don’t.” I added, dragging my wrist from his hold. “You’re just my step-brother and nothing more.”

I made to walk past him when his next words had me on chokehold.

“A step-brother you have s****l fantasies for?”

I was speechless!

He knew! All along!

“Oh, you wish.” I sneered, pretending like my heart wasn’t racing so hard in my ribs.

“Yup, I wished, but it turns out my wishes were true.” He tilted his head, a dark smile playing on his lips.

I exhaled a harsh breath, placing both hands on my hips like a frustrated mother, who has been deprived of sleep. “I don’t want to have this filthy conversation with you, Killian.”

“Oh…you do. And we will have it here.” He was imposing his words on me like he knew me better than I know myself.

Like he could read me like a transparent glass.

I hated it!

“You see, Little muse. I have studied you for a year now,” he inched closer to me, stealing what was left of my next breath. “You love filthy things. You love watching me f**k other bitches in the study.”

My heart dropped into the depth of my stomach.

He knew all along!

He was enjoying watching me watch him!

Gawd….I wish the ground could open and swallow me up. My cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“Those were not intentional.” I argued, despite knowing fully well that they were in fact intentional.

I love to watch my step-brother f**k other bitches. It satisfies this dark, filthy desire of mine.

If he can’t f**k me because it was forbidden and downright unacceptable, at least, I could watch him f**k others while imagining it was me.

“Okay then, call the cops on me or tell Mom and Dad.” I was playing a dangerous game, one that could make or break me.

“Oh, don’t test me now, Little muse.” Killian swallowed the space between us, until we both shared the same breath. “I’m not a snitch. I don’t tell on people.”

For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. Hell, my brain was already having a meltdown, however, he leaned forward. “But I can make your fantasy come to life. I can let you ride my face until you come so hard, you can barely breathe.”