Devious Intentions (Carson Cove Scandals 3)

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” Damien walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. “But, I’m glad you’re here right now—with me.”

“Me too.” I felt a warm sensation sweep through me—his arms had a way of making me relax, even in the face of turmoil. “Thank you.”

The wine is helping as well…

“Would you like to see the room I grew up in?” He stepped to the side and took my hand. “There isn’t much left in it, but this will probably be the only chance you get…”

“Are you just trying to lure me to the bedroom?” I narrowed my eyes at him and felt a smile trying to form on the edge of my lips—the first one since my mother broke her news to me.

“Maybe…” He took a step back but didn’t let go of my hand. “We have the house to ourselves, and neither of us have any reason to leave right now—you certainly aren’t driving for a while.”

“That’s true.” I looked down at my glass of wine, and the smile finally came.

A smile couldn’t fix everything but dwelling on it wasn’t going to change the world. It was just going to leave us both trapped in the

harsh winds the tornado was sending our way. Damien led me up a huge staircase where I saw more of the damage they caused while they shredded the pieces of their past. The house itself was fine. The things they didn’t want were still intact. Glaringly absent were hints of anyone that lived there before, other than Edgar Sinn. I wondered if he would care or consider their destruction a gift—he could move his new wife in immediately. The callousness of throwing Damien’s mother out on the streets so he could do that was a level of cruelty I couldn’t even begin to understand.

“This is it…” Damien pushed a door open, and we walked inside. “Like, I said—there’s not much left.”

“It’s as bare as the rest of the house.” I raised an eyebrow and nodded as I looked around the room.

“Yeah, but it’s been that way for a while.” Damien shrugged. “I didn’t leave much of my stuff behind the first time I left.”

“There are plenty of rooms in this house.” I walked over and looked at the bookshelf. “I assume your parents weren’t salivating for the opportunity to turn this one into an office or a gym after you left.”

“No, I don’t even think they opened the door.” He chuckled under his breath. “It’s a good thing I didn’t leave a pizza box under the bed or anything…”

“You didn’t want any of your books?” I ran my fingers along the spines. “Some classic reading material here—especially this magazine you’ve got tucked behind the literature.”

“Uh, yeah—you might not want to look at that.” Damien walked over and put his hand on mine.

“I’m sure you just got it for the articles, right?” I nudged him and grinned.

“Of course.” He feigned innocence and slid his hand up my arm as he pressed his lips to my ear. “None of those girls have anything on you, trust me.”

Damien pulled me into a tight embrace and crushed my lips beneath his. I needed that kiss a lot more than I realized—proof that the passion was not going to die out because our situations had changed. He was my first, and what we shared would be special no matter what happened, but I didn’t want to lose him. He meant more to me that I even realized when that reality loomed on the tip of the truth. I was glad that I had been honest with him and didn’t try to hide it. I faced my fears, and my connection with Damien felt stronger because of it. When Damien’s lips finally pulled away from mine, I didn’t feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to kiss me like that anymore…” I exhaled sharply when I felt his lips move down to my neck. “You’re my stepbrother now.”

“If I had a stepsister like you growing up, I would have never left home.” He slid his hands down to my ass and squeezed.

“If you lived here, I might actually be tempted to move in.” I reached for his shirt and started to unbutton it.

“Good thing this is the last time either of us will ever see the inside of this place.” Damien pulled me towards the bed.

I had no idea how the dynamics were going to work once my mother moved in with her new husband. I wanted to heed Damien’s caution and stay as far away from Edgar Sinn as possible, but I couldn’t completely abandon my mother. That was something I would have to figure out another time because Damien’s touch was rapidly distracting me from everything except for the passion that started to ignite between us. The worries melted away as our clothes were scattered on the floor. Our desire was strong enough to make everything else seem like it didn’t matter in that moment. I knew he was tangled up in the raw emotions of our situation, just like I was, but we both needed to feel something else—something so much sweeter than turmoil.

“Nothing will ever come between us, Leigh.” Damien kissed my neck as he forced my legs apart. “I won’t let it.”

“I believe you.” I exhaled sharply into his ear.

Despite the emotional sundering I had endured, my body still reacted to Damien’s touch—I craved it. My pussy was wet with desire even before I felt his cock against it. He started to enter me, and the ache that was present the first time we made love was a lot less intense. I already knew what kind of pleasure was possible when I was in his arms. He gave me a few quick thrusts and then started to push deeper. The ache disappeared, and the bliss began to surge through my veins. He didn’t have to go slow or be as gentle as he was when he took my virginity, and that felt even better than it did when I had my first taste of paradise. I moved my hips in unison with his thrusts until he was as deep as he could go.

“That feels really good.” I dug my nails into Damien’s back.

“Show me.” He growled into my ear and started to drive his cock into me with more fury behind his thrusts.

Damien didn’t have to wait very long to get what he was asking for. He slammed into me several times as the words left his lips, and I felt the pressure starting to build. Perhaps my body just wanted to feel anything that was pleasurable in that moment. His hands moved along my skin. His lips teased my neck. His cock sent me spiraling towards the stratosphere of bliss. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to prolong it, just so I could enjoy the build, but it was impossible. He drove his length into my pussy and throbbed against my g-spot. The sensations of pure pleasure were too strong, and I felt my body begin to shake.