Shackled: A Stepbrother Romance Novel by Arabella Abbing

me, and I could feel the tears finally rolling down my cheeks as realization struck me like lightning.
    I still love him. I’m never not going to love him, no matter how hard I try.
    His hand cupped my cheek and he froze when he felt the dampness there, pulling away and letting my back touch the mattress as he pushed himself up on his arms. He seemed uncertain of what to say, but when he saw my tears, he tried to pull out.
    “ No ,” I begged as I locked my legs around his waist, the movement making my walls tighten around him and drawing deep moans from both of us. “Please don’t stop.”
    “Why are you crying?”
    “I’m not crying . It just—It feels so good . I’m fine. Please keep going.”
    He studied my face carefully and I bit down hard on my tongue while I waited. He seemed to find whatever it was he was looking for, because he simply leaned forward to kiss my cheeks as he resumed fucking me.
    No. No… this wasn’t fucking. I wanted to be fucked. But apparently Jonathan wanted to make—
    No. Not that. Anything but that.
    I shoved at his shoulders and whispered, “Roll over. I want to be on top.”
    He smiled and obliged me, holding on to my hips as he maneuvered us further up the bed, then rolled onto his back, taking me with him without letting himself slide out. I shifted around until I had a good position and started to ride him passionately, not allowing him the opportunity to slow my movements down.
    “Oh, fuck yesss ,” he groaned, reaching up to palm my breasts as I bounced up and down. “If you wanted it faster, you could’ve just told me.”
    I didn’t bother to reply, I just leaned forward and used his chest for leverage as I increased my speed. I could feel another orgasm rapidly approaching, and while part of me wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and chase my own pleasure, I couldn’t help but use the moment to get a good look at his body.
    I straightened back up and trailed my hands down to his abs, marveling at the hard muscles as they twitched against my palms. Jonathan groaned loudly, his head tipping back again and giving me an excellent view of his throat working while he alternated between swallowing and grunting.
    Before I got a chance to tire out, Jonathan gripped my hips tightly and pulled me up, propping his feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, pounding into me so hard that it sent me falling forward, my breasts pressing against his chest.
    “You like that? You like being fucked?”
    “ God, yes! Harder!”
    He let out a sound that was nothing short of animalistic before gripping me and rolling us back over, the sudden change in position startling me. Before I could protest, he was sitting up on his knees and pounding roughly into me.
    After five thrusts in the new position, the pressure against my G-spot sent me over the edge and I came with a scream of his name, twisting the bedsheets between my fingers as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. Jonathan’s hips faltered and he let out a strangled moan, pulling out at the last second and spilling his seed onto my stomach. The way he reverently whispered my name as he came made another pang of regret rise in my chest.
    This was the worst idea I’ve ever had. Even worse than when I decided to tell him I loved him in the first place.
    Once I finally came down from my post-orgasm high, the realization that we had sex without a condom finally hit me. Jonathan eased my legs down and flopped onto the bed beside me while I silently chided myself for my stupidity. I was still on the pill and he thankfully had the presence of mind to pull out, but this was just another shining example of how blinded I was when it came to Jonathan.
    “Shit. That was even better than I thought it’d be,” he said wistfully, ending with a low chuckle before he rolled on his side to face me. His fingers stroked my cheek while I stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to sort through my tangled emotions.