Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

She ignores my speech and starts tearing at my shirt. “Why? I’d rather experience life with you.”

I brush her hands away. “When it comes to you, I’m already too possessive. Gavin asked you out last month, and I wanted to crush him. I’d like to gouge Justin’s eyes out simply for looking at your breasts.”

A soft smile breaks across her face. “Really?”

“It’s no cause for celebration,” I snarl. “What do you think will happen between us if you give me your virginity?”

The question makes her frown and reminds me how innocent she is. “We’ll be together.”

“I’ll consider you mine. I’ll have you naked and flat on your back every chance I get. I’ll be inside you constantly. And I won’t let you go.”

Rather than chasing her away, my words seem to arouse her. It’s obvious in the blush that blooms in her cheeks and the hardening of her pretty, dark nipples. She presses a hand against her chest, where I see her heart beating hard at the base of her neck.

“You mean that?” Wonder laces her words.

I scowl. Why isn’t anything I say bloody scaring her off? “Of course. And you should heed my warning.”

“If I was yours, would you stay here, instead of going back to London?”

Doesn’t Kayla understand? Maybe not. She’s innocent. If I spell it out for her, hopefully she’ll grasp the gravity of what she’s asking and run shrieking in the other direction.

I grasp her chin and force her to look into my eyes. “If you let me fuck you—even once—you’ll never be rid of me. Perhaps that sounds caveman to you. I don’t care. I’ll bury myself deep in your cunt every day. Several times a day. You’ll want to go out with your friends, go to parties, have fun. Flirt with other men.” I shake my head. “I’ll throw you down, kiss you breathless, and fuck you until you’re too exhausted to move. You’ll miss everything you should be experiencing just out of university. Because I’m a selfish prick, guilt won’t stop me from reaching for you in the middle of the night and working my cock into you. Then again, when you try to sleep late on weekends, I’ll be waking you to take more of me. I’ll be merciless. Nooners will be frequent. Dinners will be delayed. And I won’t care because I’ll be too insistent to make you remember who you belong to and too determined to have you scream my name.”

With every word, her eyes grow wider. Her cheeks get redder. I try to resist a glance down at her untouched pussy…but I’m weak. It’s wetter than before.

Oh, fuck. She’s aroused by what I said?

“If you’ll stay here with me…” she whispers, “then I don’t need bars or parties or other guys. I want you. Yes. Yes to all of it.”

I shake my head. “Damn it, don’t you understand? You’re a fever that makes me burn, and I’ll ruin your life trying to put out the flame. I’ll take everything you have to give and demand more.”

“That’s okay. I—”

“It’s not. I’ll shove my cock down your throat, Kayla, and make you learn to take me so deep, my load will never even hit your tongue. Before you’ve had time to catch your breath, I’ll turn you around and bend you over to work my cock into that sweet backside. And make no mistake, I’ll enjoy every squeal. Your pleading won’t have any effect on me. I’ll have you stripped and my cock filling one of your perfect little holes all the time. You’ll beg me for mercy. But when it comes to you, I have none.”

“Maybe you mean for all of that to sound terrible. But it doesn’t. It only makes me want you more,” she whispers. “I’m still saying yes, Oliver. I always will.”

“I don’t want to be that bastard who robs you of choices. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”

“Hate? I’m the one asking you for more. You’ve been half my world for the last three years. With Shane’s passing, I realize just how important you are. How much I care. I’m not ready to lose you.”

I scowl. “You consider me your brother.”

“No. I tried to…but I’ve never thought of you that way.” Kayla takes a deep breath like she’s gathering her courage. “I love you.”

Seriously? I rake a hand through my hair. Her admission undoes me completely.

I seize the back of her neck and drag her face to mine until our lips brush. “Fuck, I love you, too. That’s been my dirty secret for years.”

“Really? Oh, my god. Oliver!” Joy lightens her face. “Then you have to stay. We can move if this house reminds you of Shane too much, but we can be together—”

“Will you still love me if you’re graduating college pregnant?” I challenge because I can’t be less than honest about what I want.