My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me

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Chapter 3

Skye's POV

"Show me what you're willing to give to stay."

His words hung in the air between us. His finger still hooked under the fabric of my blouse‚ his body still caging me against the wall.

My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat.

"I... here?" I whispered.

He tilted his head slightly. "Where else?"

I stared at him. He stared back. He wasn't going to explain. He wasn't going to spell it out. He was going to stand there and watch me figure it out on my own.

My fingers moved to my blouse before my brain gave them permission.

The first button came undone. My hands were shaking so badly I almost couldn't grip the second one.

He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched me with those dark blue eyes like he had all the time in the world.

Second button. Third. Fourth.

The fabric parted and my white lace bra came into view. My chest was heaving‚ pushing against the thin lace with every breath‚ and the cool air of the elevator hit my exposed skin like ice water.

Fifth button. The blouse hung completely open now‚ framing my body like curtains pulled apart.

I reached for the clasp of my bra.

"Stop."

I froze.

He was looking at me differently now.

"Is that what I asked you for?" he said quietly.

Confusion flooded my face. "I... I thought you wanted me to—"

"I said show me what you're willing to give." His eyes dropped to my exposed bra and back up. "I didn't tell you to undress."

The embarrassment hit me like a truck. Oh God. Oh God‚ I had just— He didn't even ask me to— I had just started taking off my clothes in his elevator like some kind of—

My hands flew to my blouse‚ grabbing both sides‚ trying to pull it closed‚ trying to button it back up‚ trying to undo the last two minutes of my life.

His hand caught my wrist.

"Did I tell you to button up?"

"But you just said—"

"I said stop. I didn't say cover up."

His grip on my wrist was firm. He guided my hand away from the blouse and held it against the wall beside my head. Then the other one. Both wrists pinned above me in one of his hands.

I was breathing so hard my chest was visibly rising and falling. My bra was right there‚ thin white lace barely covering anything‚ and his eyes were on it. On me.

"You assumed‚" he said‚ his free hand coming up to my collarbone. "You walked into my elevator uninvited and you assumed."

"I'm sorry‚ I thought—"

"You thought wrong."

His fingers hooked under the center of my bra and pushed it up. One rough motion. The lace scraped over my n*****s as it went and then my breasts fell free‚ bare and exposed‚ my n*****s already hard and aching from the friction.

I gasped and tried to pull my hands down but his grip held me in place.

"S—sir. Sir‚ please‚ you can't just—"

His mouth closed over my left n****e.

Every thought in my head went white.

His lips were hot and firm and he sucked hard enough to make my back arch completely off the wall. A moan ripped out of me before I could catch it‚ loud and shameless in the small space. His tongue circled the peak‚ flicked against it‚ and then he sucked again‚ deeper this time‚ pulling the sensitive flesh into the wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh God—" My voice cracked. My wrists strained against his hand. My hips pushed forward on their own‚ searching for something‚ anything‚ and finding nothing but air.

He released my n****e with a soft‚ wet sound and moved to the other one. His mouth latched on and my knees buckled. His body pressed harder against mine‚ holding me upright‚ keeping me pinned while his tongue did things that made my vision blur.

"Please‚" I whimpered‚ and I didn't even know what I was asking for.

He pulled back. His lips were wet. His eyes were nearly black.

"Please what?"

"I don't— I can't—"

His free hand slid down my stomach. Past my navel. Down to the hem of my pencil skirt. His fingers gripped the fabric and pushed it up‚ bunching it roughly around my hips‚ exposing my thighs and the white lace panties between them.

"Spread your legs‚" he said.

"W—what?"

"Did I stutter?"

My thighs were clamped together so tight they were shaking. I shook my head‚ tears burning in my eyes.

"I can't."

"You can." His hand rested on my inner thigh‚ warm and heavy. "Open."

A sob caught in my throat. Slowly‚ shaking‚ I shifted my feet apart.

His fingers slid up my thigh to the edge of my panties. One finger traced along the lace‚ right along the crease where fabric met skin. My hips jerked at the contact.

"So responsive‚" he murmured‚ almost to himself.

"Please don't—"

His hand slipped inside my panties.

His fingers slid between my folds and I gasped so hard I choked on the air. My eyes flew wide open‚ locked directly on his face‚ my mouth hanging open in a silent scream. His fingers were right there‚ pressed against the most intimate part of me‚ and the slickness that greeted him was undeniable. Humiliating. Obvious.

He didn't move. He just held his fingers there‚ feeling me‚ letting the evidence of my body's betrayal speak for itself.

Then he smiled. Slow and devastating.

"Dripping wet for me already‚ Skye."