For a second, I let him kiss me, my heart and my chest tingling with a thousand emotions but none of them intelligible.
No.
This is wrong.
I place two hands on his shoulders and push him away. “W-we can’t do this.”
“Why?” He doesn’t leave my vicinity, his chest nearly colliding with mine.
“Because we’re going to be siblings.”
“Here’s the thing, Silver. You’re not my fucking sibling. Never were. Never will be.”
My protests fade into nothing as his lips find mine again. They’re less urgent but more desperate, possessive. Almost like he’s claiming not only my lips but also something deeper and stronger inside me.
This time, I moan against his mouth. This time, I don’t fight him. Instead, I let myself fall into the sensation.
It’s as if I’ve been lost and now I’ve found refuge. Every time I’ve seen him with a girl, I’ve wondered if he was kissing her the same way he used to kiss me. I’ve wondered if he was erasing me with the others. And all I wanted to do was punch them so they’d never get in his vicinity again.
“Do you let Aiden kiss you?” he speaks low, almost threateningly.
I’m too stunned by the force of his touch to answer. His hand moves to my arse cheek and he pinches the flesh.
My eyes widen as my legs shake with a foreign sensation.
“Do you?” he repeats.
If I tell him no, he’ll know it’s just a game, and I can’t do that. Aiden is my only effective weapon against Cole. I can’t lose him.
“So that means he does.” The deceptive calm in his voice makes my spine turn rigid. He doesn’t like it. At all.
“And you let him.” He releases my arse, reaches under my skirt, then cups me through my underwear.
I try to clench my thighs, but I can’t. I don’t want to. If anything, they fall open slightly, giving him more access.
A violent shudder tingles at the bottom of my spine and ends in my core as he runs his fingertip up and down my folds. He pushes the cloth aside and thrusts a finger inside me.
I nearly topple over at the intrusion. Holy hell.
This isn’t the first time there’s been a finger inside me. I do it myself some nights, but it’s never felt this overwhelming.
What is this feeling of utter abandon?
“Do you get this wet for him, too?” he whispers the dark words against my lips. “Do you soak his hand like you soak mine?”
He adds a second finger, eliciting another deep moan from me. My heart nearly falls to the ground as his rhythm takes complete control of my being.
I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t let him touch and unravel me this way.
But I can’t stop it either.
It’s like I’ve waited for this, and I’ll be damned to put a halt to it now that it’s here.
A sudden rush of adrenaline zips through me, and I grip Cole’s shoulder as he thrusts into me harder and faster.
My moans rise in volume, mixing with the sound of his, in and out, and permeating the air.
“Answer me,” he speaks slowly, his voice hoarse with arousal.