Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Twice As Dirty (VI)

ELARA’S POV~

"Mine."

That was it. That was all he said before he crushed his mouth to mine again.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a fight. His tongue shoved past my lips, aggressively, tasting like the scotch he’d been drinking downstairs. He was breathing hard through his nose, his grip on my hair so tight my eyes watered.

He pulled back, his lips wet, his chest heaving.

"Jesus, Elara," he muttered, his voice sounding choked, like he was holding back a scream. "Look at this mess."

He wasn't looking at my eyes. He was staring at my chest.

I looked down.

The silk of my dress was translucent with it. Thick, white globs of Hugh’s c*m had slid from my neck, collecting in the hollow of my throat and the deep line between my breasts. It was cooling down there, getting tacky and uncomfortable.

Cole looked like he was going to be sick. Or kill someone.

"Dad is a f*****g animal," he spat, his thumb smearing a wet trail on my collarbone. He brought his thumb to his mouth. He didn't suck it. He just pressed his lips together, his jaw working. "He touched you. He marked you."

"I didn't... I couldn't stop him," I sobbed, wiping at my cheek, but it just made the wet sound worse.

"Stop rubbing it in," Cole snapped, grabbing my wrist. "Let me."

He didn't ask. He grabbed the front of my dress, the expensive silk and just ripped it open.

Buttons flew. The fabric tore. The cool air hit my hot, sticky skin, making me gasp.

"f**k," Cole breathed out.

He looked at my breasts. They were slick and shiny. The hair on his arms stood up.

"Lie back," he said. It wasn't a request.

I did. The mattress felt cold.

Cole moved over me. He was heavy. He smelled like laundry detergent and male heat. He dipped his head, his nose right over my chest.

He inhaled. But it was a sharp, angry sound.

"Smells like him," he growled. "Old. Bitter. Disgusting."

He looked up at me from between my breasts. His eyes were dark, and conflicted.

"Feed it to me, Elara," he said, his voice dropping low, rough. "Give me the tit. I need to get it off you."

My stomach dropped. "Cole, no. That's... that's Dad's. You can't..."

"Feed it to me," he repeated, his hand coming up to squeeze my left breast, hard. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot straight to my c**t. "I'm not letting you sit here smelling like him. Put it in my mouth."

I was shaking. My hand was trembling as I reached down and cupped myself, lifting the heavy weight of my breast toward his face. The n****e was rock hard, aching, glistening with the drying residue of Hugh.

Cole opened his mouth.

He didn't kiss it. He engulfed it.

The sound was wet. He sucked hard, immediately, his cheeks hollowing out. He wasn't being gentle. He was sucking the mess off me like he was trying to pull the milk out, his tongue scrubbing violently against my sensitive skin.

"Mmmph," he groaned against me, the vibration traveling through my whole body.

He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips were wet and shiny.

"So dirty," he panted, his hand squeezing my other breast, smearing the wetness around. "You're letting your brother clean up Dad's slop, Elara. You're just lying there, letting me suck it off."

He dove back in. He was noisy and intentional. He wanted me to hear how wet it was.

"Keep them up," he ordered, his mouth moving to the other side, his teeth grazing the peak. "Hold them for me. Feed your brother, Elara."

I sobbed, my back arching, my hips grinding against the air. He was right. It was disgusting. It was the most f****d up thing I’d ever felt.

And I never wanted him to stop.

I arched my back, lifting my breasts higher, the shame burning my cheeks but the pleasure pooling hot and slick between my legs.

Then, we heard it.

"Cole!"

The voice was muffled, coming from down the hall, but it was distinct. Rough and edged with that "Daddy" authority that made my stomach drop.

Heavy and uneven footsteps were coming closer.

"Cole, get your ass down here!" Hugh roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "We need to talk about the merger. Now."

We both froze.

Cole’s mouth was still sealed over my n****e. I could feel his hot breath panting against me. His body was rigid on top of me.

"Elara?" Hugh’s voice was closer now. He was walking past the room. "Have you seen that i***t son of mine?" He shouted.

Panic shot through me. I pushed weakly at Cole’s shoulders. He was right outside the door.

Cole didn't pull away. Instead, his eyes locked onto mine, so dark, and wild, and challenging. He slowly, deliberately, sucked my n****e back into his mouth. Hard.

I clamped both hands over my mouth to stifle the cry that tore from my throat.

"Cole!" Hugh barked again, right outside the door. The doorknob rattled.

Cole didn't move. He stayed there, his mouth full of me, his eyes burning into mine, his hand sliding down my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties.

"Maybe he's in the west wing," Hugh muttered to himself, his voice fading slightly as he walked away. "Useless brat."

Then the footsteps got quieter.

Cole pulled off my breast with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lip to my peaked flesh. His chest was heaving, his eyes blown wide with a mixture of terror and dark, sick excitement.

"Did you hear that, Elara?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Daddy is looking for me. And here I am, sucking his c*m off his little girl's tits."

He looked down at my chest, at the wet, glistening peaks.

"We have to be quiet now, sis," Cole warned, his thumb flicking my hard n****e, sending a jolt straight to my c**t. "If you make a sound, he'll hear us. He'll know his son is a pervert. He'll know his daughter is a slut for her brother."

He leaned in, his mouth hovering over my right breast.

"Can you be quiet for me, Elara?" he asked, his breath hot on my skin. "Can you let me finish cleaning you while Daddy paces the halls, looking for his rival?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He opened his mouth and sealed it over my n****e again.

The sounds were muffled now, restrained, but no less intense. He was brutal, his tongue working furiously, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, all while the shadow of his father walked past the door, oblivious to the incestuous feast happening inches away.

"Mine," he mouthed against my skin, the word was silent but clear. "All mine."

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My mind snapped back to the present so hard I thought I’d pass out.

I was back at the Banquet Hall, at the clinking glasses and the smell of roasted duck. But the phantom sensation of Cole’s mouth was still there. My n*****s were hard, painfully so, rubbing against the lace of my bra. My panties? They were soaked.

I had gushed just from the memory. The dampness was cold and sticky against my thighs, a shameful reminder of how much I enjoyed being "cleaned" by my brother while our father was feet away.

I turned red, burning with an embarrassment that felt like fire. I risked a glance up.

Luckily, Daddy had stood up. He was moving down the table, greeting some of his business partners, his hand resting proprietarily on a senator's shoulder. He looked like a king.

But then... Cole.

Shit.

My breath hitched, choking me.

Cole was staring at me from across the table.

His eyes hadn't just gone dark; they were black and predatory. He slowly stood up, his movements fluid, terrifying. He reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

He looked right at me, held my gaze, and then slowly, deliberately, sucked that thumb into his mouth.

He gave a sharp, charming nod to a group of businessmen, "Excuse me, gentlemen," and walked out of the room.

He walked right past me. As he did, his hand brushed the back of my chair. His fingers grazed the bare skin of my shoulder, the same shoulder he had ripped the dress from an hour ago.

"You're trembling, sis," he whispered, so low only I could hear, his breath tickling my ear. "I can smell how wet you are from here. Go to the hall. I'll be there in a minute to finish what I started."

I had no idea why I did it. Why my legs obeyed. I slowly stood up, my knees like jelly.

As I moved, I saw Daddy’s eyes snap back to me. He froze mid-laugh with one of the men. His eyes dropped to my chest, then back to my eyes, a dark, disapproving look that screamed 'You belong to me, don't you dare leave my sight.'

I ignored him. I had to. The heat between my legs was too urgent. The need to see what Cole would do next was a leash I couldn't break.

I walked out, knowing Hugh was watching my every step, and knowing I was walking right into the lion's den.