Page 27 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

He wasn't just a threat to my campaign, he was a threat to her.And she didn't see it.Or maybe she did.Maybe she liked the attention.The way he looked at her.The way she almost kissed him.Like she forgot who the fuck she belonged to.

Fuck.Fuck!

I stared down at her.My beautiful, spent Liana.Her thighs still slick, her clit still swollen and red.Her scent lingered on my skin, sweet like candy.I knew I couldn't take her again while she slept.I couldn't do that to her.It'd be too much.She'd wake up sore, broken.I wanted to ruin her, yeah, but I wanted her to be awake for it.I wanted her to cry out my name when I did it.Not just lie there, unconscious.

I looked at my cock.Huge.Rock hard.The veins were bulging, thick with need.Precum leaked out slowly, and it fucking hurt.I groaned, grabbing it with one hand, trying to ease the pressure.It didn't help.I bent down to her, kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.

"Baby," I whispered."Baby, wake up..."

She stirred for a second, then turned her face away, still sleeping.I kissed her lips, desperate.She didn't move.

I groaned again and buried my face in her chest, sucking her nipple like a madman.My cock throbbed harder.

"Fuck," I breathed, licking her softly."Please, baby...just wake up...I need you...I can't—"

Nothing.

I pulled away, breathing hard, and forced myself off the bed.I needed to get the fuck out of that room before I did something I'd regret.I staggered into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.I stepped into the shower, water hitting my skin, but it didn't help.Not even close.My cock was still hard, harder even.

All I could see in my head was her.Liana.Lying there like a dream.The way she moaned for me.The way she clenched around me.The way she kissed me like she'd never stop.

"Shit..."

I gripped my cock and started stroking.My palm was fast, tight, desperate.I needed to release.Just once.Just enough to breathe.But nothing was working.The pressure was building, but no climax came.It was like my body was punishing me for not finishing inside her again.My hand moved faster, sweat mixing with the water.I picked up the soap, trying to make it easier.Still nothing.

"Fuck," I muttered, slamming my palm against the wall.My cock throbbed painfully.It wasn't just need, it was rage, jealousy, obsession, all twisted up into one burning thing that refused to be released.

I got out of the shower, still dripping wet, still hard.I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, but the damn thing barely covered anything.I walked back into the room, stood there staring at her again.Her body.My woman.My fucking mate.

My cock twitched beneath the towel, begging again.I clenched my fists, breathing hard.

Not now.Not like this.

I turned and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the drawer.I needed something more than soap.I went back to the bathroom, leaned over the sink, and dropped the towel.My cock stood straight up, angry, pulsing.I squirted the lotion on my palm and gripped myself, hard, rough.Groaning her name like she could hear me.

"Liana...baby...fuck, please..."

I imagined her lips on me, her hand wrapped around my shaft, her voice whispering my name like a prayer.I imagined her mouth warm and wet, her eyes looking up at me while I fucked her throat.I grunted, jerking harder.My hand tightened.My whole body flexed like it was trying to force the orgasm out.

Still nothing.

It was like I was cursed.Like my cock didn't want release unless it was inside her.Unless she was moaning.Unless she was crying my name.Unless she was awake, aware, giving herself to me completely.Unless she was clenching around me again, nails digging into my back, thighs wrapped around my hips, dragging me deeper while she begged me not to stop.

I groaned, slammed my hand on the sink again, and bent forward, panting.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I didn't want anyone else.I didn't need anyone else.I just needed her.

Only her.

Always her.

My Liana.

And she was asleep, just out of reach.

So close.So fucking close.