Page 4 of Claim Me

“I don’t know. Stop. Other girls get flowers sometimes, Charlie. I had a solo. Maybe from one of the orchestra benefactors. We were sold out tonight.” Even though he nodded, his face was pinched and the look in his eyes almost frightened me. He wasn’t just being my brother. Something was off. I’d had the same feeling several times before, but he never wanted to worry me.

At least my words captured his attention, the smile returning, but I could tell by the glint in his eyes something was very wrong. “You’re right. You were fabulous and deserve every accolade in the world. Why don’t you come home with me tonight and I’ll make a late dinner to celebrate. You can stay in the guest room. It will be like old times.”

My brother never wanted me to stay over.

“Thank you, but I just want to go home and crawl into my own bed.” Whatever he was worried about was more than just being a protective brother. “Charlie. I’m a big girl.”

He shifted his gaze one more time before rubbing his jaw. “You’re right. I’m just excited for you.”

Yes, he was, but the dark, haunted look in his eyes frightened me. What had my brother gotten himself mixed up in?

CHAPTER 2

Marissa

“You’re so beautiful, Marissa. Every inch.” He brushed his fingers down my arm, tilting his head slightly before sliding the tips under my breast.

I took a deep breath, trembling from his touch. While the look in his eyes was powerful, dominating, his actions were gentle. He’d stripped me of my clothes while remaining in his. His heated gaze never left me as he trailed his fingers across every inch of my skin.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, almost fearful to speak. He remained in the shadows while I was exposed in the light above, yet I could still see the possessiveness of his eyes. So dark. So hypnotic.

With my pulse high, I fisted my hands to keep from moving. He chuckled softly as if knowing how much I craved being allowed to touch him.

“So obedient. Such a good girl.” He rolled the tip of his pinky around my nipple. I was fully aroused and had been from the moment he’d walked into my home.

After taking a deep breath, he pinched the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was glorious, tiny prickles like shards of glass tickling my senses.

He rubbed the flat of his hand across my chest, instantly twisting my other nipple. The corner of his mouth lifted and he issued a single nod of approval. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

A hard pinch forced a moan.

“Try again, baby girl. Remember. Obedience.”

“Yes, sir.” Trembling, I allowed my gaze to drift to the thick bulge between his legs.

“Perhaps I should find out for myself.” With absolute control, he rubbed his palm roughly down my stomach while nudging my legs further apart with his knee. I held my breath as he slipped his hand between my thighs, cupping my mound. I was bare as he’d demanded, my pussy throbbing from anticipation. Every inch of my skin was on fire.

Still shivering, I was suddenly alive, hearing music in my mind I’d never heard before: strong notes, deep bass, and a heavy drive that exposed an array of emotions. He rubbed my swollen pussy lips several times, creating electric friction. A single moan escaped, the sound deep and throaty.

“Yes, very wet.” He cracked his fingers against my wetness, forcing a single whimper.

I bit my lip, almost falling forward from the hint of agony. He repeated the action three more times in rapid succession before driving a single finger into my tight channel.

“Yeeesss… Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” As he added a second then third finger, I allowed myself to slide into an incredible abyss where all time stopped and nothing else mattered but his care and protection of me.

He didn’t stop, chuckling darkly as he thrust all four fingers inside, the force driving me onto my toes. I gripped his arms, still shaking, my core exploding. My mind drifted, the longing to please him more important than anything.

His hot breath cascaded across my face as he rolled his thumb around my clit.

“Still such a bad girl. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” I could barely recognize my voice.

“You need harsh discipline.”

My entire body ached from the thought. “Yes, sir.”