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I can see her eyes narrow at him, his hand still around her throat. And then the world fuckingstops.
Xayden crashes his lips into hers. I hear her gasp in surprise, followed by what sounds like a moan.
For a split second, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
He finally caved. He finally gave in.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
He removes his hand from her throat, and both hands make their way down to her ass. In an instant, he grips her ass with a fierceness and lifts her up against the wall.
Rory lets out a hiss as her legs instinctively wrap around him. Apparently, whatever is happening right now negates how much pain she is really in.
The two of them are still sucking each other’s face like they are starving for the other’s last breath. It’s fucking hot. I look over at Seven, who’s biting his lip as he watches Xay make out with his stepsister.
A groan from Xayden focuses my attention back onto them. I watch as Rory mindlessly grinds on Xayden’s cock. And, shit, I can feel myself get hard as I watch them.
“That’s it Rory.” Xayden pulls himself off her lips and starts kissing down her neck. “Use me. Feel how fucking hard you make me? This isn’t hate, Princess. So fucking far from it.”
“Your dick is used to getting the attention. Not surprised it’s rock hard,” she bits back breathlessly.
I hear a groan rip from Xayden’s throat and suddenly she is ripped from the wall and thrown onto the bed. She lets out a yelp as she bounces from the fall, and I can see her face contort a bit from the pain. But her dilated pupils speak louder than anything else. She is hungry for Xay.
I run my hand down my face. The temperature in this room has risen by at least twenty degrees.
Xay’s eyes meet ours. “Grab her wrists,” he commands, and her eyes widen at the words.
“What are you doing, Xayden?” she hisses and my hand grabs her left and Seven, her right. She tries to pull away, but our grips are too strong for her.
“I’m showing you something,sis.” The corners of his lips turn upward.
Ever so slowly, Xay crawls on top of Rory. Her eyes track every single one of his movements. Her fight against our bindings have stopped, but she is still tense under Xay.
He grinds into her, and she instantly responds with a moan. Her back arches against him, and he lets out a raspy groan in response to her.
“You feel what you do to me? This isn’t hate. Anything but.” He pushes up against her, causing her breath to hitch.
“Then why do you torment me? Why are you so mean to me? Why can’t you just treat me like you actually like your stepsister?” Her words come out in a breathy whisper.
And with those words he pushes up off her. Without saying a thing, he looks at us and then back at her, a storm in his eyes.
We drop her arms, and Rory just lays there, staring at Xay, looking for an answer to her question.
But she isn’t going to get one.
He already did too much. Broke down too many walls he keeps up. He wants her to hate him so she isn’t a temptation.
But not giving in to what he wants is eating at him.
Hence this little show he just put on.
Xayden cracked.
Suddenly, he turns on his heels and walks out the door. I hear his door slam shut to his room. Looking down at Rory, I can see the fire in her eyes. She’s pissed.
She groans in a bit of pain as she sits up. Adjusting her shirt and combing her hands through her hair, she slowly stands.
“Hey, Rory, how about you just lie back down and rest? You’re hurt.” Seven holds his arms out toward the pillows on the bed.