Chapter 4

Silvia pov..

I stared at him closely, my heart racing as I moved nearer to his unkempt mattress, the damp atmosphere thick with an unsettling tension. My eyes scanned the poorly lit room, taking in the scattered items and the shadows lurking in the corners, before finally focusing on his face.

“What did you just say? Who are you speaking to, and what deal are you talking about?” My voice carried a mix of curiosity and urgency.

“Nothing… nothing, forget it,” he replied, slowly getting up as if every motion was a struggle.

“Nothing? You seem distressed,” I noted, my forehead creasing with worry. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?” I pressed on, sensing that something was off.

“I need you, Silvia. If there’s anything I truly want, it’s you.”

His words lingered in the air, filled with unexpressed feelings. My heart raced at his confession, taken aback by the intensity in his barely audible voice. I lifted my gaze, gripping the hem of my dress tightly as a wave of anticipation washed over me. Although I had yearned for this moment, it had come unexpectedly, leaving me breathless.

Before I could respond, he tugged at my hair, his fingers gliding over the softness of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I hadn’t anticipated such a roughness in this romantic moment.

I felt his nose brush against the side of my neck, trailing down to my throat, inhaling deeply. “You smell wonderful, Silvia.” He breathed in again, as if drawing life from my neck. What a jerk!

“Give me five minutes to make you beg for my Dick, Silvia”

“give me five minutes to fuck you!” he whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, my body was already responding to him before I remembered he was my stepfather's son. I was still thinking when his hands grabbed my two boobs, he gently massaged them. I felt a mix of pressure and pleasures, I couldn't succumb to it,  he is too much for me to handle. If I let him, he would suck me dry, I could sense his High libido. He slowly released his hands on my boobs. He came closer to me from behind.

Fuvk! His dick has gotten so hard, screaming to slide into my wet honey pot.

As he walked round me gently, shifting the strings of my hair to the side, my fingers trembled on my thighs.

“What are you trying to do? We're step siblings.” I said with a shaky tone, still standing while he did whatever he felt like doing with my hair.

“Then allow your stepbrother fuck you untill you scream in pleasure.”

My fist tightened as I turned to face him. Don't you dare talk to me like that! I growled, adrenaline surging through my veins as I glared at him.

“Are you not interested?”

“No, I have no interest in whatever nonsense you think you're going to pull with me,” I shot back.

“Alright, fine, I'm not going to force you,” he said, moving toward his bed, his voice barely above a whisper this time. I shot him a fierce look as he reached his bed, rubbing his hand over it before lifting a pack of condoms into the air.

My mouth fell open, and I slowly approached, my steps cautious. I couldn't help but wonder if he intended to sleep with me; I desperately needed him because I was already dripping.

I clicked my tongue and tossed the pack to the edge of the nightstand, signaling that he wasn't going to sleep with me as I had thought.

"What are you looking at? You should just leave, Silvia. I can't make you, but when I need you, not even the ground beneath you will protect you," he drawled.

Derek was meant to be my stepbrother, someone I barely knew. I was keeping my distance because the house was bustling with activity. What if someone walked in and saw us together? Those were the reasons I was holding back… My thoughts were cut short when I felt his hand on my waist, his breath warm against my skin, followed by his cold fingers gliding over my side.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise; his touch sent a shiver down my spine, yet I remained still as his hand moved to my thighs.

“Damn it, Silvia, you're already begging for my attention.”

I shook my head, then grabbed the front of his shirt, leaning in closer until our lips collided. My eyes closed as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I struggled to breathe with him all over me. Just like that, Derek's restraint broke; he frowned as I pulled away from the kiss that left me breathless. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he wiped his lips slowly.

“Why did you stop?” He growled, his gaze locked onto me like a vengeful deity. My breath came in ragged gasps, the entire situation felt like a blow to my heart. He showed no remorse for kissing me.

"Derek," I stammered, my voice shaky. This is getting too strange; if I let him, he would make me scream, and that could draw attention from the people below. I let out a deep sigh of frustration.

He stepped closer and grabbed my wrist, his face just inches from mine as he grinned. "Calm down, Silvia, we're just going to have some fun," he murmured.

He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against my sensitive clit.

“So wet. You hear that?” he growls. And I do. I hear the sound of my arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of me. Damn, he’s going to do it.

“You’re going to come like my good stepsister so I can bury my cock inside you, too, aren’t you?”

“Derek” I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes into my body. He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me tight while he continues gently massaging my pussy as my body bucks and shudders.

My eyes rolled in my head as I struggle to focus on his face. He’s stared at me. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets me go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat made me shiver in the cool room as I came down from the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had in my life. He opened a cupboard and pulled out something before walking back to me.

It’s only when he stood right in front of me again that was when I saw  what he was holding. A condom.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered in his signature low growl before he tears into the packet with his teeth.

“I thought we were going upstairs?” I whispered, surprised by how much the thought of him taking me to bed and continuing what he’s just started makes my entire body buzz with an excitement that I haven’t experienced in years.

He  looked down, rolling the condom into his cock. I mean, I knew it was big because I’ve seen it beneath his clothes. I’ve felt it pressed against me.

However, up close and quite literally in the flesh, I’m not sure how he’s going to fit inside me. He looked up at me again to answer my question, his dark eyes locking on mine.

“Oh, we are, Silvia, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants.” I swallowed a thick knot of anxiety that felt lodged in my throat, but I started to slide my sweatpants and panties down my thighs. What if somebody comes in here?

“Nobody will come in without knocking,” he said, because he seems to be able to read my freaking mind. Before I took my clothes all the way off, he crouches and does it for me, tossing my sweats and panties onto the floor behind him.

“Turn around,” he ordered as he stood again. My blood turns to ice in my veins.

“Now,” he commanded, but I couldn't move.

“Why?” I whispered. He frowns at me.

“Because it will be a better angle to fuck you at down here. Now turn around.”

“I don’t l-like it from b-behind,” I stammered, and damn, now the whole moment is ruined.

He’s going to ask why, or he’s just going to assume that I’m a prude or some kind of inhibited freak. But instead, he wrapped me in his giant, tattooed arms and lifted me onto the counter.

“Then this will work just fine,” he groaned as he positioned himself between my thighs.

He mumbles something, I really don't care what he was trying to say but at that moment, I wondered how he was going to fix his big cock into my tight horny pussy.